Greetings everyone! This is my first South Park FanFic, so if any of my character are noticeably OC, please please please let me know! Otherwise I'll look back on it and be terribly embarrassed! Also, if anything doesn't make sense (sentence structure or spelling issues or transition, etc.) I would also greatly appreciate feedback for that as well. Writing for South Park characters seems like a fun little challenge, and since Kenny is very relatable for me, I'll start it off in his perspective. This will be a Bunny, Style, and possibly Candy FanFic (I'm not brave enough to attempt Creek yet xD Craig's character is a little muddy for me right now, but perhaps in the future). Please enjoy~

Deliciously noisy chords from his MP3 player flooded into Kenny's eardrums as he sat back, watching the rising sun from his little perch nestled on the roof of his run-down house. Reclining slightly, a small little smile shyly painted itself on his face as 'Don't You Dare Forget The Sun' began. He relished moments as serene as these, where one could effectively lose themselves for a little while and forget any previous, irrelevant memory. From down below he could hear the distinct noises of a round of morning beer pong with the neighborhood homeless taking place inside his family's 'living room'. With a small, half-hearted sigh Kenny rolled a stray pebble underneath his sneaker in contemplation. He would graduate in several months, now that the second semester had begun. What the hell was he supposed to do with himself after that? Community college? Odd jobs? Thinking on it, he should probably start prowling around for jobs soon. In fact, why not start today? It was a new day, a fresh start. Time to take the initiative.

The sun traced it's lazy routine a little further until Kenny judged it to be nearly time for him to start getting ready for the day. He slid off the roof and easily swung into his window, watching his younger sister fumble about, searching for a spare sock.

"Top of the dresser." He assisted, giving her a nod in greeting. She looked up at him in tired appreciation.

"Thanks." After a pause, she supplied, "Kevin didn't show up last night. Probably is passed out somewhere drunk, so you don't have'ta worry about him today."

"Oh good. My morning's actually started out being quite uplifting. I feel pretty great, in fact." Kenny snatched up his backpack and his good black T-shirt with his one-and-only pair of skinny jeans.

Karen raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Excited about graduating?"

"I wouldn't really say that… Actually, I don't really know why I'm in a good mood. I think… maybe I've finally gotten sick of hating my life. Maybe I'm happy because I'm ready to be." Kenny looked around the piles of miscellaneous clothing articles and other lost objects for a suitable pair of underwear for today before settling with his pair of red and blue plaid boxers.

"Wow. That sounds… uncharacteristically inspirational for you. You might've just made my day… Or year." She snickered, sharing a humorous, knowing look with him. Yes, their lives were entirely and utterly unfair, but they were in this together. Karen trusted Kenny, and Kenny trusted Karen. It was them against the world, and that was okay.

Kenny stripped off his shirt and pants and, after waiting for Karen to look away, his boxers, before pulling on his slightly cleaner choice of attire. He slipped into the bathroom quickly to brush his teeth and the like before returning to his and his sibling's room to locate his shoes. "So, when are you guys performing again?" Karen inquired, curiosity laced throughout her tone.

Kenny's biggest achievement was his band, and he was very proud of it. At some point during sophomore year, the Goth Kids approached him, bashfully requesting that he be their drummer for their band called Field of Ravens. After a lot of arguing and cussing, Kenny eventually agreed and, despite the music being a little too depressing for his taste, found that he really enjoyed the camaraderie that came along with it. It was like having a second, comically bitter and crass family to help you forget (or amplify) your problems."We've got a gig a week from now out at Stark's Pond for the Spring Festival kick-off, so we're meeting at Firkle's after school today."

"Oh! That sounds pretty cool. I should bring Ruby with me for that then." Karen grinned, stuffing away the last of her books. Kenny took her hand and helped her with the short leap out the window, before following after her. First rule of the McCormick residence: Don't interrupt beer pong for absolutely ANY reason.

With the new semester came a new string of classes for Kenny. He drew lines, patterns around the campus with nothing but his own two feet, frowning while losing his way. He eventually was found by a particular student, who watched Kenny with amusement from a distance. This particular student's mouth was trying to tuck away his sad smile of neglect while the sun's young rays combed tenderly through his askew hair. Perhaps this fiery glow engulfing him was the reason why Kenny's eyes were drawn to Butters. Regardless, a shot or pure panic ran throughout his bloodstream and ended up causing the poor blonde to slam head-on into a pillar before crumpling to the ground, as if he had become the ashes of a glorious phoenix.

With widening eyes, Kenny dashed over to Butters, closing the distance between them. Rubbing his reddening forehead, Butters looked up at the lanky teen who had come to check on his well-being in honest embarrassment. A stain of pink fluttered over his cheeks.

"Hot damn, Butters! Are you alright, man?" Kenny asked, slowly recovering from the initial shock of watching Butters K.O.

"Y-Yeah, I-I'll be okay, Kenny, Just wasn't payin' attention's all." Butters responded, causing a little ripple of relief for Kenny. He was touched by the concern, truly, but it wasn't something he was accustomed to responding well to and was quite out of his comfort zone. However, he gratefully accepted Kenny's open hand and stood.

Several moments passed before both Kenny and Butters parted hands, and a static, unexplainable sensation lingered long after. Butters cleared his throat. "S-So Kenny, you seemed a little lost just now. Are you looking for your classes too?"

"Yeah." Kenny blinked. "I have German 2 first period. Any idea where that class is?"

Straightening a little, Butters responded, "Y-Yeah! It's in the library right across from my first period class, French 2. I can show you where it is i-if you'd like."

"That'd be great!" Kenny sighed in relief. "I was seriously getting worried if I'd ever find it. What other classes do you have?"

"Oh, umm, after French 2 I have AP Physics, AP Art, Independant Living, AP Lit, AP Bio, and… Low Impact." Butters quieted in embarrassment as they began to walk, his previously pink cheeks blossoming into full-on red by now. Yoga wasn't very manly, after all.

"Oh SHIT did I get lucky!" Kenny proclaimed, frightening Butters this time instead of him. "I was terrified I'd be the only guy in Low Impact class! It was the only PE class that wasn't entirely full and I still needed a semester left of PE credit to complete, so…" Kenny trailed off unexpectedly. "Sounds like we also have Art together too. Good. I could get used to seeing some more friendly faces."

Butters smiled to himself. "I can relate."

The pair was soon overcome by a comfortable morning silence as Butters led them to their classes, before a thought struck through Kenny's mind. "Hey… Did you hear about the Spring Fling kick-off next weekend? My band's performing at 2 over by Stark's Pond. We're putting up fliers and stuff, but… You should definitely show up. There'll be food and stuff too, so you don't have to eat beforehand."

A strange feeling seeped throughout Butters' body, one that he couldn't quite place. He gave Kenny a jubilant grin and replied, "Knowing my parents, they'll probably insist I bring a sack lunch just in case. You know how serious they get about the little things!" He rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Either way, I'll definitely be there! I don't think I've ever heard you perform before."

"What? Seriously?! Well, now you HAVE to come! I'd simply sweep you off your feet!" Kenny laughed and messed up his hair in an overly-dramatic fashion, which effectively got Butters to let out a strand of oddly endearing giggles. Kenny found that he really enjoyed Butters' giggling, which struck him as very bizarre. Dismissing this, He turned to find that Butters had indeed found their classes, and as he spun back to say something more, he saw Butters giving him a small little wave accompanied with a smile before slipping into his own classroom. After a brief warm feeling which quickly faded, Kenny felt very much alone.

By the time third period rolled around, Butters was feeling anxious to see Kenny again. He had walked the blonde to his next class after first period, but Kyle and Cartman had been with them, making Butters believe he would be better at decor than friendships. But Butters didn't want just a friendship with Kenny. Kenny was very, no, exceedingly special to him, and in what way he wasn't quite sure of yet. Whatever it was had a firm grip on Butters, and felt consuming, suffocating. This wasn't a new development either. Whenever Kenny was within his sight, he'd find himself light-headed and almost faint, as if he were dehydrated or starving. The worst part of this terrible ailment was, as far as Butters could see, that he couldn't find a cure. Being around Kenny made him feel awfully dizzy, but being away from Kenny made him ache an ache that can only be compared to the slow extraction of one's organs, or the constant gnawing at your very soul. No distraction was potent enough, no hobby more fulfilling than seeing the blonde's face for a single second. It was a disease, a plague, and an absolute taboo.

Now, if there was one thing Butters knew better than anything, it was how to paint. From tempura to oil, he knew how to breathe life into each medium. But his special poison was the acrylic. Perhaps Butters' passion for acrylic was because of how forgiving it was. Oil paints were easily smudged due to the long time it took to dry and often held the terrible odor of decaying fish. Tempura was fickle and would curl up easily. Watercolor, when done correctly, would become a quick and gorgeous piece, but mistakes were more often than not cropping up when you least expected it. But acrylic! Never, never acrylic! If you messed up, simply wait several minutes for it to dry and paint over it. The secret to acrylic paint was layers and even more layers. And within those layers, little fragments of the painter's heart and ambition hid snugly and contently within the paint. Surely, there is no paint more beautiful, more complete paint than acrylic.

By now you can probably understand if you haven't witnessed this beautiful process being done before, how simply graceful it is to see a painter begin and continue shaping a true acrylic painting on canvas. This is the sight that greeted Kenny when he walked into the AP Art morning. Vivid colors and ingenious creations were hung about the classroom, and in the very center of it all was Butters Stotch, paintbrush in tow.

"Hey Butters. Mind if I sit here?" Kenny asked the blonde, who immediately sat straight up in surprise. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"N-No! It's alright! And sure, it'd be nice to have the company." Butters looked up at him and accidentally made eye contact with Kenny, causing him to redden and look back down at his painting.

"What's your painting going to be of?" Kenny asked, pulling out a set of heavy black ink pens.

"W-Well… This is a bit of an experiment, see. I'm doing a surrealist self-portrait, but it's proving to be a lot more difficult than I thought it'd be. This here is the room," Butters traced the lines he had established in paint. :But in order for there to have that element of surrealism, this wall's paint job will make it seem like the room it longer than it actually is. In order to make it clear that this is in fact a smaller room than it first appears, there'll be a painting hung up on this same wall. I'll also paint myself leaning up against the wall. Does that make any sense?"

Kenny thought on it, and eventually did begin to see what Butters was trying to pull off. "Yeah, kind of. That's certainly ambitious of you!"

Butters chuckled. "Thanks. So, what are you working on?"

Kenny pulled out sheets of white paper and began boxing out areas. "I'm making a comic strip, actually. It's about this man who commits suicide, but wakes up hearing this voice claiming to be a higher power. The voice grants him temporary immortality until he's able to kill a group of particularly evil people, and after that he'll be able to have a second shot at his life. But along the way, he meets this other man whom he befriends and later figures out has terminal cancer… And that's all I have so far."

Humming contently Butters replied, "That sounds so interesting, Ken! I can't wait for the finished product! Sounds kinda heavy though. But it's good for you to read serious things now and then. Gives you a good perspective and such."

Kenny smirks at this and murmurs in agreement before a quiet hush envelopes the two. It was times like these Kenny would dare say he enjoyed the most. A respectful, calming quiet that to some could come off as a little awkward, but to Butters and Kenny the silence was nearly binding.

So, that was the first installment of Artistic Vision! I sincerely hope you enjoyed it thus far. Things will most certainly heat up ;) After all, yoga is next~ If this seems a little OC, it may be because most of the things written about so far have a lot to do with me personally. The painting described here was actually a piece I did last month, and the comic is loosely based on my favorite point-and-click video game, The Cat Lady. However, the band thing is new to me, so I'm looking forward to writing about it!

Let me know if there's anything you don't like/want to happen, or, God forbid, actually like xD I was afraid my way of writing would bore most people out there.