Ok, so this is a rehash of something I started last year and have since realised wasn't great so I'm starting again from scratch.

For context, this is set just after Season 20.

As always, all feedback and criticism is welcomed. Enjoy.

Today had been a good day. Kenny was surprised. His parents had been unusually quiet, and he had checked to make sure they hadn't overdosed or something. Kevin had gone into the woods for some reason, but he'd find his way back eventually. And Karen was sitting peacefully on the floor drawing a bunch of butterflies. He didn't like it though. This was too good to be true. Something was bound to happen sooner or later, and somehow he knew it would end with him dying in some stupid way. What would it be? Being shot in the face? A sip of water that would give him cholera? An electric shock? Everything in his body just stopping for no reason? Kenny just sat there, tense, waiting for something to happen.
Minutes passed. Nothing. He groaned and got up.

"I'm going out for a walk, Karen" He said to his little sister.

"Ok, Kenny. Be careful" She knew he had a habit of disappearing. She didn't know why though, and Kenny wanted to keep it that way.

He strolled over to the door, opened it, and peeked out. He looked around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary, clutching the doorframe, ready to bounce back into the safety of the house. Nothing. He looked up towards the remains of the CtPa that stood over his house, expecting to see snipers or something like that. But there was nothing like that. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kenny turned around, waved goodbye to Karen (Who did the same) and stepped outside. Maybe I'm getting paranoid, he thought as he began walking up the road. To be fair, he hadn't died that much lately. Maybe the whole curse thing was finally wearing off? He snorted at the thought. Like hell it would go. Maybe he hadn't died that much lately, because he hadn't even had much to do lately. When was the last time Stan or Kyle had invited him out? Hell, even Cartman hadn't talked to him. In a way, Kenny almost missed being picked on for being the poor kid. As he continued on towards the town, he thought about what he might do. He didn't have that much cash on him. Two dollars. Maybe he needed to make new friends. Anything to get him away from the drunken assholes that he called his parents.

Then a bright flash from above cut him out of his thoughts, blinding him for a moment. He screamed, not out of fear but frustration, thinking he had just died again. But he hadn't. He was still alive. He heard another scream and saw something fall to the floor. Kenny went over to see what it was. It was a boy, lying face-down. At first glance, he didn't look like anyone Kenny had met before. He had a mop of brown hair and was wearing a dark-blue trench coat and…plaid black-and-white pants. Crouching down, Kenny saw that he was still breathing and turned him over to get a good look at his face. He was really pale, and the eyes were shut with a pair of black glasses in front of them. This guy didn't seem that much older than Kenny, who began gently slapping him on the cheek to bring him round.

"Dude?" Kenny said "Can you hear me?"

The eyes slowly opened. The breathing became heavier and faster. And then he bolted upwards suddenly with a loud gasp that made Kenny jump backwards. The boy sat up straight for a moment before falling back down on the floor, knocking the back of his head against the ground.

"Oh, my head…" He mumbled. To Kenny's surprise, he had a British accent.

"Are you alright?" Kenny asked, coming back over.

The boy planted his hands into the ground to lift himself up. He looked up at Kenny and answered "I think so…" He tried to stand but his legs wobbled, forcing him to grab onto Kenny's shoulders for leverage.

"What's your name?" Kenny mumbled, grabbing his arms to give him more support.

The boy opened his mouth to answer but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. He stopped and his eyes darted around for a moment before he said with an ashamed look "I…I don't know" His face turned from white to green "Can I use your toilet please? I think I'm going to be sick"

And he was, narrowly missing Kenny's shoes. He spent the next five minutes spewing up in the bathroom before finally emerging and being guided to the living room by Kenny. The boy was now sitting on the couch beside Kenny, gulping down some water. He was shivering and shaking, and he somehow seemed even paler than before.

"So…" Kenny was struggling to think of what to say. He had expected something to happen to him today, but not this "You're from England?"

"I suppose so" was the boy's reply. He looked apologetic "I'm sorry about this, I really don't know what the hell just happened"

"You don't remember anything?"

"No" He shook his head "All I can think about is flying through the air for a moment and then waking up outside. There's nothing there" He tapped his head with his fingertips "It's just a load of...nothing"

Kenny asked "Do you not know anything about yourself?"

The boy looked down and around his body for a moment before shrugging "All I know is I've got rather interesting dress sense and bad eyesight" He put down his glass of water and began rummaging through his pockets, trying to find something that could tell them who he was. In the first pocket he dug into, he found a phone. It was switched on, but there was nothing on it. No data or anything. Looks like it wasn't just his memory that was blank. He tossed the phone to one side, causing it to land in Kenny's lap, and went back to his pockets.

As he did, he made his own attempt at light conversation "She your sister?" He asked, nodding his head towards Karen, who had just been sat quietly observing the stranger with the funny voice.

"Er, yeah. Her name's Karen"

The boy smiled weakly at her before turning again to see the bloke with the muffled voice "And you are?"

"Kenny"

"How do you do?" He offered one of his hands to shake, which Kenny took awkwardly. The boy stopped suddenly, realising what he just said "Oh God. I really am British!" Finally, he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a scrap piece of paper with writing on it. A letter.

He unfolded it and read it aloud;
"Hello,
Sorry about the headache. Hopefully, you've ended up somewhere where you can make a fresh start.
Don't be afraid. Be happy.
Good luck, Bobby Tethway"

"Bobby Tethway?!" He repeated loudly "That's my name?!" He looked like he was going to be sick again.

"I think it's quite a nice name" Karen said meekly.

Bobby sighed "Well, could be worse I guess. Could be Keith"

"What's wrong with Keith?" Karen was looking at her…teddy? Doll? Thing. Cuddly thing.

"Everything" Bobby responded as he looked over the letter again. Fresh start? Something had happened that he couldn't remember. Was his lack of memory deliberate or…?

"Hold on" His eyes widened and he looked at Kenny "Where actually am I?"

"South Park, Colorado" Kenny replied.

"Bloody hell…" Bobby was a long way away from home "Then…" He hesitated as his expression went from curiosity and awe into sheer panic "What am I going to do? Do you know anywhere where I can stay?" He shivered again "Preferably somewhere with central heating" Kenny looked at him as if he'd just spoken Swahili. Bobby groaned. Bloody Americanisms… "Air conditioning?" He corrected himself.

"Oh. Well we do have a guest house next door" Kenny pointed his thumb outside "You can hole up in there if you want"

It occurred to Kenny that it may have been a good idea to double check they didn't have anyone already in there, paying guest or otherwise, and that Bobby would probably have to deal with a lot of leftover drugs and rat shit, but the Brit immediately agreed before he could say anything else. Kenny helped him down from the couch and took him outside, offering a shoulder to lean on as Bobby's legs continued to shake slightly. As they walked, Bobby couldn't help but think. If he had erased his memory, why? Why had he ended up halfway across the world?. And, biggest question of all; what kind of a person was he? He replayed the last few minutes in his head. By the looks of things, he might be a bit of a nerd. He ticked the British stereotypes of polite and pleasant conversation. What else? Keith. Bit opinionated? Mmm. Bit sarcastic? Nothing wrong with that. The phone? Well he'd apparently been able to gain access to one. Did that mean he had a family? If so, what would they be thinking right now? Or would his pre-amnesiac self give a damn?

"Here we are" Kenny propped Bobby up against the wall of his new residence, snapping him out of his thoughts. It looked more like a shed than a guest house; it was small, and the paint was peeling off. The door squeaked as Kenny opened it. More squeaks came from inside. Great. Rats came running out and scooted past the two of them. Bobby peered inside. It was dark and the only light came from the sun as it crept through a large crack in the ceiling. There was a table and a few glass beakers strewn about on top of it. Broken glass was scattered all over the floor. All in all, not the kind of place that would get a glowing review on Trivago.

Bobby sniffed "What's that smell?"

"Meth"

"Ah. Wait, what?!" Bobby was now a little concerned about what he was getting into.

"We sometimes have dealers in here" Kenny said before turning to him "Sorry, dude, we're kind of the poorest family in the town and we take what we can get. You'll get used to it after a while"

Bobby sighed. He was a little unsure about this. But right now, he had no choice. He was on his own in a completely different country and he didn't have any money…oh. Oh shite. They weren't gonna charge him weren't they?

"You don't need me paying rent here do you?" He voiced his concerns, making sure to sound pleading in order to get the best response.

"Relax" Kenny patted him on the shoulder "I'll talk with my Mom and Dad and see what they say. Just stay in there for a little bit and when you feel better, I'll take you into town and show you around"

"Cheers, mate" Bobby smiled slightly at Kenny before stumbling across the room and finding the bed in the far-right corner. It was just a mattress and a pillow. Both were stained yellow and smelt like smoke and dead skin. He didn't care. He fell forwards, landing face-first on the pillow and almost immediately fell asleep.

Kenny looked at Bobby for a moment to make sure he was out before closing the door behind him and going back towards the house. Did that really just happen? Had he really just ended up with a random British kid on his doorstep who was now, whether he liked it or not, in his care? He had, hadn't he? Jesus Christ.

Maybe it was going to be one of those days after all.