(A/n: This will probably be a two-shot or a three-shot, haven't decided yet. Of course it's gonna contain slash with a Yandere! Kenny ;) Please enjoy. South Park nor the image belong to me)

Chapter 1: What's gotten into you?

Stanley Marsh was in the worst situation of his life right now.

Stood in front of him was Kenneth McCormick, but with a creepy smile on his blood smeared face, holding a katana also covered in blood. His friends' and families blood.

This all happened because of that damn sword.

Stan took a step back and Kenny took a step forward, the smile never leaving his face. He stared straight at Kenny with unshed tears and fear in his eyes.

"Why Kenny? What the hell's gotten into you all of a sudden?!" He demanded.

Kenny cocked his head to the side as his smile disappeared into a confused frown. "What do you mean Stan?" He asked in mock confusion.

"Don't play dumb, and pull that cliché shit on me," Stan said through gritted teeth while balling his hands into fists at his sides. "You know damn well what I mean."

The blonde chuckled at the teen's feisty attitude towards the situation. "Oh Stan, no need to be uptight. I'm not going to kill you like the others. Instead I'm going to make you mine."

His creepy smile returned, and he took more steps toward the noriette whom couldn't move out of fear.

"E-eh? Why am I not moving? Move idiot move!"

It felt like his body was made out of lead, his legs were unable to move him. Kenny was in front of him in a matter of seconds, and he suddenly kissed him. Getting blood on Stan's face and clothes. He tried to push him away, but could not for the night had already drained him. So he decided to just accept it. His family and friends were dead, so what was the point in resisting any longer?

Kenny killed them, but would not kill him.

Kenny pulled away, smiling softly at his sad lover. "Please just kill me. Please," Stan pleaded weakly.

"Sorry Stan can't do that. You belong to me now and no one else."

All because of that damn sword.

Stan awoke with a gasp, his heart and mind racing a mile a minute. He took three deep breaths then placed a hand on his forehead. "Goddamn it not again. Why do I keep having these nightmares?" He asked himself as if he knew the answer.

He sighed then looked to his nightstand for the time, the red lights showed that it was 5:54 a.m. Another sigh escaped his lips before he got out of his bed to get ready for school early; thankful that today was Friday.

That was the fourth nightmare he's had this whole week. Always saying the same things, always seeing the same crazy Kenny, and always having the same ending. Are these nightmare's telling him something? Most likely otherwise he wouldn't be having them in the first place. The first night Stan had the nightmare, he was beyond freaked out. Unluckily, he had it on a school night like this one so he couldn't just tell his parents that he had a nightmare, and wanted to stay home.

He's not in elementary anymore, but it's not like it worked back then either.

When Stan got to the school bus stop (He was too shaken up to drive to school so he called Kyle and Kenny to tell them that he wasn't driving to school), his friends except Eric Cartman, took notice in his pale appearance. They asked him what was wrong, but he avoided making eye contact with Kenny. The blonde raised a questioning eyebrow, but said nothing.

Stan told them that he had a nightmare, and that he would forget it throughout the day. Kyle Broflovski, his Super Best Friend still gave him a concerned look, and wanted to ask what it was about, but dropped it.

Cartman told them that it was probably about his ex-girlfriend Wendy Testaburger trying get back with him was what scared him. His way of trying to lighten the mood.

Throughout school, Stan kept looking at Kenny. When said blonde caught him staring, he would quickly turn his head away. But Kenny faintly caught fear in his sapphire eyes.

When school ended, Kenny caught him in the hallway at his locker. "Oi Stan, hold on a sec."

The noriette stiffened at his voice, but before Kenny could get close to him, Stan backed away. "U-umm sorry Kenny I can't wait any longer. I gotta go to football p-practice so see ya tomorrow," he quickly lied, then ran away.

Stan exited the shower in nothing but a towel while towel drying his hair. Once done, he headed over to his dresser for a pair of underwear, clothes, and his accessories. He pulled out a pair of dark blue boxers, a black V-neck t-shirt, blue jeans, and socks. His black and blue wristband was on top of his dresser. Once he's done drying his hair, he put his clothes on, then slipped the wristband onto his right wrist. He grabbed a silver necklace, fastened it around his neck, and placed a diamond studded earring in his right ear.

He checked his clock again, and saw that it was 6:15 a.m. "Only fifteen minutes left," he thought as he sat back down on his bed. Once comfortable, he let his mind wonder.

The first thing he thought about was Kenny, and he frowned. He didn't mean to avoid the hazel-eyed blonde, but he couldn't get the image of him smiling and covered in blood out of his mind. "He looked completely insane," Stan thought with an internal shiver.

Stan then decided to get on his phone, but still let it charge so he could have full battery later. He checked his messages or whatever else to occupy the rest of his now twelve minutes. He first checked his messages, and saw that most of them were from Kenny. Having been sent Tuesday, (When he first had his nightmare) until now, all unread and unanswered.

Stan read them:

From Ken (Tuesday: 5:37 p.m )- "Yo stan how are ya? Ya doin ok cuz ya know earlier at skool u werent and i was just chekin on ya"

From Ken (Tuesday: 5:56 p.m)- "Oiiii staaan, u there aint ya? No? ok

From Ken (Wednesday: 6:05 p.m)- "Stan dude y are u avoidin me, wat did i do?"

From Ken (Thursday: 6:48 p.m)- "Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan"

From Ken (Thursday: 11:45 p.m)- "Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan"

From Ken (Friday: 1:30 a.m)- "Ok dude I undrstand I'll give u some space but plz tell me what the hells wrong with u lately. Is it the nightmare u keep having? am i in it? am I the cause of u avoiding me? plz dude at least tell me that much, u avoiding me without telling me the cause hurts me dude. It really does"

After reading the last text, Stan felt really REALLY bad. Kenny was right, he was the cause of him avoiding him, but the dream Kenny was. Stan should tell him at least that much.

He decided to send him a text:

To Ken (Friday: 6:20 a.m)- "Meet me at Stark's pond after school. I'll fill u in there"

He shut his phone off after sending the message then got out of bed and headed downstairs for some breakfast. His mom only cooked breakfast when she felt like it or wasn't at work, his dad couldn't cook for shit, and Shelly moved out months ago, but she couldn't cook either.

Once Stan entered the kitchen, he saw that his mother wasn't there. "Looks like I'm gonna have to fix me some cereal," he decided.

Stan grabbed a bowl and spoon from the dishwasher, opened the refrigerator for the milk, and reached on top of the fridge for the box of Frosted Flakes. He poured the cereal in first then the milk, and placed the items back to their original spot. He took his bowl and strolled over to the couch. He seized the remote from the glass table and turned on the t.v, not caring what was on even though it was really important. "It's probably the same crap as always," he thought as he ate.

Once he's done two minutes later, he dumped the bowl and spoon in the sink. He glanced at the t.v for the time then headed up to his room for his phone and shoes. He slipped on his red and white converse then grabbed his phone. His screened brightened, signaling that he had received a text. It was from Kenny.

Stan decided to read it later as he headed back downstairs. He turned the t.v off then walked over to the coat rack for his brown jacket, his red gloves, and book bag. He grew out of his red poof ball hat at the age 15. Once he's situated, he walked out of the door and locked it.

He walked towards his car, a light blue 2010 Ford Fusion Hybrid he and his mother bought for his 15th birthday. The noriette got in and immediately turned on the heat. "Damn this feels good," he thought in content.

Once he deemed himself warm enough, he drove to Kyle's house.

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It only took Stan three minutes to reach the Broflovski residence, they pretty much live down the street from each other. He honked the horn twice, and immediately the redhead came out.

Just like Stan, Kyle also grew out of his green ushanka, and straightened out his Jew fro that grew over the years to his shoulders. He now wore his hair into a ponytail. Kyle attracted a lot of attention by doing so, plus him being the star player of the basketball team made him even more popular. Almost every girl drooled over him, and he apparently didn't mind, claiming he loved the attention. Cartman called him an attention whore for it.

"Mornin' dude," Kyle greeted Stan once he entered the car. Kyle dropped his book bag in front of him and fastened his seatbelt. "Whoa you okay? You're pale. Ah wait, you had the same nightmare again? Or could it be that you heard about what happened two nights ago from the news?"

Stan nodded at the first question. "The news? What did they talk about?" He asked as he pulled out of the driveway, ready to drive to Kenny's house. Even though he avoids him at school doesn't mean he'll be a dick, and not take him to school. He's not heartless like fatass.

"Well on Wednesday night they say that two men where hacked to pieces in an alleyway by someone. It was gruesome as hell, and apparently it was close to your house," Kyle answered.

Stan became paler (If that was even possible), but didn't say anything. "Sorry Stan," Kyle apologized. "I should've waited until later."

Stan shook his head. "Nah it's fine, just hearing the word hack made me think of my nightmare." He almost shivered at the images of the blood and dead bodies everywhere from his dream.

"Stan you seriously need to talk to someone about your nightmares. What if they start affecting your school work? We're seniors dude, and-"

"Yeah yeah, I know I know. They won't affect me cuz they're just the same things over and over. I'll get used to it."

Kyle sighed as he crossed his arms. "You're not suppose to get used to it, but hey don't say I didn't say anything to you."

Stan just shrugged, he continued driving to the McCormick's.

When they arrived there five minutes later, they both got out and walk toward the McCormick's door. Stan lightly knocked on the weak wood, and waited for the blonde to open their door.

Instead of Kenny opening it, his mother Carol McCormick opened it. She gave them an apologetic look. "Sorry boys, but Kenny ain't feelin' so hot and he won't be goin' to school today," she told them. They thanked her before heading back to Stan's car, they got in and drove to the school. Cartman also had his own car, but refused to take any one of them to school. Not like they were going to ride with him anyway.

"You gonna check on him after school?" Kyle asked once they're back on the road.

"Huh? Why just me, you aren't comin' along?" Stan asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nah dude, you're the one avoiding him, not me," he told him a matter-of-factly. Stan just grunted as he continued driving.

"Taking that as a yes then," the redhead concluded which earned him a playful punch to the arm.

After another five minute drive, they reach South Park high. "Alright well I'll catch ya later, I have something to do," Kyle stated as he opened his door.

"Like what, study? That's nothing new," Stan teased. His comment earned him a punch to the arm in turn.

"No smartass, I have a basketball meeting to go to," Kyle told him.

They bid each other farewell, Kyle heading towards the gym and Stan to his locker.

Once Stan reached his locker, he put in his combination. Once the metal door was unlocked, he grabbed the materials he needed for class then placed his bag in it. He closed it, and nearly had a heart attack when he noticed who was right beside him.

Beside him stood Craig Tucker. The monotone tall kid of the school standing at 6'4 ft, and with striking amber eyes adding to his good looks. He's also gay for one of his friends plus he's "famous" for flipping people off.

Stan placed a hand over his racing heart, and glared at him. "Dude are you trying to give a heart attack? Jeez."

Craig flipped him off. "First time seeing you here alone, where's your crew?"

"Kyle has a basketball meeting this morning to go to, Kenny's sick, and fatass is somewhere I don't know or care."

"Wow McCormick's sick? Guess idiots do catch colds."

Stan rolled his eyes with a small smile. "Whatever you say man, anyway I'm headin' to class. See ya." He walked away from the tall noriette.

"You're such a nerd," he heard Craig say, but he ignored him.

Time skip: After School

Stan was driving to Kenny's house after being bullied into going by Kyle at lunch. He practically threatened him into going to visit the sick blonde saying that he would tell Wendy that he's ready to get back together. Stan could only stare at him in horror, not believing his super best friend would threaten him with something like that. Kyle laughed at his horrified expression, and slapped him on his back saying he was joking, and that he would never do something that. Cartman commented that the Jew would, and from there they started to argue.

Once Stan pulled up to the curb of the McCormick's run-down house, he got out and ambled over towards Kenny's bedroom window. He lightly tapped on the glass to let the blonde know that he was there, then opened it. He crawled in seeing Kenny asleep on his run-down bed. He looked at Kenny's sleeping form, suddenly feeling creepy for staring at Kenny's slightly damp face from sweat. Stan decided to leave him a note to let him know that he's been here.

Kenny woke up a few seconds later, sensing someone was in his room. He groggily opened his eyes, spotting Stan standing there looking around for something.

"S-Stan w-what are you-"

"Rest dude," Stan told him as he turned around. "Just thought I'd drop by to, ya know check on you an' see how you were holding up. And it's safe to say that you look like shit."

Kenny chuckled which resulted in him going into a coughing fit, Stan patting his back when he turned over from coughing.

"Thanks, and I feel like shit too," he admitted in a raspy voice. Stan nodded in understanding, being sick sucks.

"Is your mom still in or anyone for that matter?" Stan asked.

"Nah no one should be here 'cept me," Kenny answered weakly.

"Alright, I'll be back," Stan headed out of Kenny's room and to the kitchen.

The McCormick's house was looking a little bit better ever since Carol kicked out her no-good husband for cheating. The bastard had the nerve to do it in their house, and in their room. Kenny came to Stan, Kyle, and Cartman about it the next day beaming. Finally glad their poor excuse of a father/husband was gone and for good. Since then, they've changed their lives for the better. Carol got a job at Olive's Garden, Kevin at a gas station, Karen at a bookstore, and Kenny at Tweak's Bros Coffee Shop.

Stan checked the cupboards for some soup, seeing a can of chicken noodle soup and took it. He opened the bottom sink door for a pot then grabbed it once he saw it. He placed it on their new stove, and got to work.

After some minutes, the soup was done. He went to find a bowl, spoon, ladle, and cup so he could take them to the sick blonde.

Once he had the soup in the bowl and the water in cup, he took them to Kenny. Upon entering the room, he found the blonde fast asleep again.

Stan knew he was going to feel bad about waking up his ill friend, but it had to be done. He had a feeling that Kenny hadn't eaten anything since probably this morning. Stan set the bowl and cup down on the nightstand, then gently shook the sleeping teen's shoulder. "C'mon Ken wake up, you have to eat something."

Kenny groaned. "Nooo mom I don't wanna."

Stan rolled his eyes with a small smile, shaking the blonde a bit harder; officially waking him up.

Kenny groggily opened his eyes again then Stan sat him up on the wall so he could eat his soup. He handed him the bowl, and Kenny eyed his soup with tired eyes. He scooped up the still hot liquid, and placed it in his mouth, burning his tongue. Stan couldn't help but laugh at his friend whom was desperately trying cool his burning tongue.

"Wow Ken. Here want me to feed you?" Stan asked with a goofy smile. Kenny glared at him while blushing in embarrassment, but agreed. The noriette took the spoon full of soup then lightly blew on it.

"Say ahh," Stan teased as he held out the spoon. Kenny flipped him off before opening his mouth.

Time skip: Nighttime

Stan was still at Kenny's house. The still sick teen was looking at him with...Concern? Worry? Fear? It was something Stan couldn't describe. He just got done telling Kenny about his nightmare, and throughout him telling it, the blonde kept looking at him with empty eyes.

"Umm Kenny, you still there?" Stan asked, trying to get his attention.

Kenny blinked. His mind was a total blank plus he's still sick so his brain was definitely out of it. Him, a crazy bloodthirsty killer that killed his friends, family, and almost everyone of South Park just to have Stan solely to himself?

What?

"Dude, I-I have no idea what to say. Like j-just I can't believe it," he replied disbelievingly.

Stan sighed. "Yeah I know, and I can't help but feel that I'm having these nightmares for a reason," he told him truthfully. Kenny couldn't help but bring his knees up to his chest, burying his face into his arms.

Stan frowned at him. "Sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No don't apologize, its just a lot to take in, but I'm glad you decided to tell me. Now I know why you've been avoiding me lately," Kenny said tiredly. He lifted his head, and rubbed his forehead as the felt light-headed all of a sudden.

"You should lay down, and get some rest," Stan told him while standing up. "I'll see ya later on today okay?" He was about to leave, but was stopped by Kenny grabbing his wrist.

"U-umm could you stay the night? I don't wanna be alone right now...especially after hearing...that," he admitted with a blush.

The noriette blushed as well. "Sure, but let me go home and grab some night clothes alright?"

Kenny nodded, and released Stan's wrist. Stan left through Kenny's door; his mother was still at work, Karen was over her friends' house, and Kevin was out somewhere.

Stan heard the blonde urging him to hurry back.

/

Stan reached his house three minutes later, but while driving he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine so he drove home as fast as he could.

Upon entering his house, he sent his parents a text saying that he would be over at Kenny's for the night, and would be home later on. He went up to his room to find a bag to put his night clothes and phone charger into.

Once he had all of the needed materials, he headed out of the door, then out of the house. Failing to see a pair of glowing red eyes in the bushes.

Stan returned back to Kenny's house and entered, still feeling the eerie chill. It only got worse when he spotted blood on the floor leading to his friends' room. "The hell?" He rushed into Kenny's room finding the blonde shaking, but unharmed.

Stan hurried over to to him. "Kenny what's wrong?" Kenny just continued to shake while mumbling words that sounded like red eyes, blood, and his brother.

Wait...red eyes, blood, and his brother?

"Kenny calm down," Stan told him calmly. "Take deep breaths with me, 1...2...1...2." Kenny did what he was told, but coughed. Stan patted his back.

After he's done coughing, he rubbed his throat. "C-can you me a glass of water?" He asked, his voice hoarse. Stan immediately went to retrieve it.

Stan had a really bad feeling about what he was about to be told tonight, and he had every right to be.

(A/n: Ending it off with a cliffhanger sorry, but the next chapter will be up soon. Please vote and comment if you enjoyed)