Eric cartman did not usually inspire pity. No, he usually inspired something more akin to loathing. But how could you hate somebody so sad, crying in such a loud, noisy way?
It reminded Kenny of the look that mother cows had when giving up theyre babies for slaughter, like the look an abandoned pet has. Desperate in such a pathetic way that you had to advert your eyes, or at the very least cringe.
Believe me
He cried it over and over, like he was possessed. Over and over, cycling in endless circles.
How could he believe him? It was all so out of character. If what Cartman said was true, Kyle had kissed him. Not only that but he had ran away to be with the new girl the very next day.
It was all so out of character for all of them, so unusual that Kenny couldn't, he just couldn't believe him, as much as he wanted to. And he did want to. He wanted to so badly that he could cry, and that was the last thing Cartman needed.
He found himself biting the inside of his cheek, and when he forced himself to release his grip he tasted the metallic pang of blood.
"When did this happen?" Kenny asked, thankful that his hood could muffle the hesitation behind the words.
"Last night," he replied, sniffling in a most un-cartman like fashion. "he kissed me and ran out the door!"
"Cartman "Kenny tred cautiously, knowing that it needed to be said, and yet dreading saying it at the same time, "Kyle was over Stan's house all day yesterday".
Cartman gave him a confused look before breaking into even heaver sobs.
"Tha-That's what he told me too. Bu-bu-but I know… what I saw…what I felt…There's no way It could be my dream …or imagination or some shit like that!" The sentence seemed to rush out of him in a way that was too pure to be artificial.
And like that, Kenny had no idea what to do.
He had a pretty good idea of what had happened. First the dolls, and now this. His mind, brain, or whatever was spiraling out of control, had taken the jump from simple sadism to something much more disturbing, something he knew had a clinical name and could get Cartman locked away for a long time.
Kenny was afraid.
Not for himself, although, he figured, that without his "gift it would be a valid concern.
He was afraid for Kyle, for that new girl Nicole, but mostly for Cartman himself. After all, they always did say that suicide was the closest thing to homicide and he wouldn't put either past Cartman.
"Look" he said, surprising himself with his own voice. He put a hand on Cartman's shoulder, and his teary face snapped up to look at him.
"Look" he unsteadily began again, "why don't we talk to somebody about this? Like Mr. Mackey?"
The look on Cartman's face sent a deep shot of pain through his chest.
"Stupid" Kenny thought to himself. He knew that wasn't an option, he had known it before he said it.
"You know what Kenny?" Cartman's voice sent shivers through his spine. His name. He had said his name, and Kenny know had to deal with new, inexplicable feelings besides fear and pity.
"Forget this ever happened. Don't ever mention it again."
And then Cartman was out the door, leaving along with Kenny's last bit of control over the whole situation.
No. He wasn't all gone. He had left his signature hat. Kenny took of his hood and buried his face in the blue and yellow knit fabric, crying and probably getting snot and tears all over it.
He closed his eyes and banged his head against the door.
"fuck"
I just really, really like angsty kenman ok?
That's my whole reasoning behind this. Seriously XD
