(A/N: This is a sort of Bunny fanfic based off the ever-popular Kagerou Days, otherwise known as Heat Haze Daze(here is jubyphonic's dub version watch?v=MU-rdG-M5Ho). I was thinking that what the reason Kenny kept coming back was because he was trapped in the never-ending world? Enjoy.)
Butters took out his phone, checking the time. 12:30. He needed to be home in a little while, or else his parents would ground him. It was August 15, near the end of summer break. It didn't really feel like summer in South Park, but the kids would still get time off. Today was unlike most days, unusually. The sun was actually shining, and there wasn't much cloud cover. Bunny giggled, throwing back his head in happiness. He wished more days were like this.
"You really like the sun don't you," a voice muttered next to Butters. He looked over at his good friend Kenny, who was disinterested in the strange warmth and instead focused on a stray cat in his lap. Butters nodded enthusiastically and looked back up towards the sky.
"Yep!" he agreed. "I really like the sun, but it doesn't seem to come out often. Aw gee Ken, don't tell me you don't like it?"
"I hate the summer," Kenny said quietly. "Too many possibilities." He stroked the stay cat in his lap, scratching it behind the ear. Butters blinked in surprise of his answer. Hate the summer? Who wouldn't like summer? Why, summer was the time when people could be happy and run around! It was the best time of the year. Butters kicked the mulch under his feet as he swung on the swing of the playground. It creaked slightly with each small movement. Kenny's was silent, as he was focused on the cat rather than swinging. The cat in Kenny's lap purred and rubbed against his hand before jumping to the ground and running away. Kenny stood up in surprise, watching it leave.
"Hey, wait, cat!" he called, giving chase. Butters watched as he ran after the animal and into the street. Before Butters could even see all the events fall into place, the walk signal quickly turned red and the traffic light turned green as a large truck sped by.
"Kenny!" Butters screamed, leaping up from his swing. The sandy haired boy met his horrified gaze right before the truck hit him.
BLAM
Kenny McCormick's body was instantly smashed by the truck, bits of him flying everywhere. The truck immediately stopped as soon as it felt that it hit something, but it was too late. Kenny and Butters had both already screamed, though one could no longer feel anything. Butters couldn't take his eyes off the bloody scene, the thick, crimson liquid splattered everywhere- the front of the truck, the ground, a lamppost, the snow, even Butters' face. The initial scream of shock was gone and Butters could feel his chest quickly rising and falling, his eyes dilating, the panic overtaking him. He couldn't take it. But he couldn't look away. Kenny was dead.
"Aw hamburgers!" Butters squeaked. Two boys, Stan and Kyle, came across the scene at that moment, standing on the other side of the street.
"Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" Stan cried.
"You bastards!" Kyle yelled. Butters's breath came out in short, panicked gasps. Kenny was dead. He was dead. This couldn't be true. But it was. The sun's harsh glare was the last thing that hit Butters' eyes before he blacked out.