Third story, first chapter. It's a follow-up to "Prisoner 359070 Is Missing". This story was originally split in my head into three separate concepts, but none of them worked on their own to make a proper story, so I combined them. As always, Kenny's PoV, KennyxKyle and I hope you enjoy it.
NOTE: This entire story has been rewritten with a new writing style. Although the plot is the same, there are a few new additions to it.


Cartman was dead and, after months of therapy and being treated for the bullet wound, Butters was better. Everyone mourned Cartman's death, despite what he did, but nowadays, the only person who was still mourning was his mother. She never knew what her son was really like and now she didn't have to.

The boys had told the police that there were some drug traffickers over at the old Asian district and that they got caught in the middle of a shoot-out. Without any evidence to the contrary, the police believed them and, although they were a little suspicious of Kenny (due to his past drug use), they let him go when Kyle stood up for him. They were highly suspicious of Timmy, due to the large Timmy-shaped metal protection full of bullet-sized dents, but after hours of futilely attempting to interrogate him, they let him go as well.


After everything went back to normal (or as normal as things got around South Park), news of Kenny and Kyle's relationship spread fast. There wasn't a single person in town who didn't know about it now. When Kenny's parents heard the news, however, they snapped. They were very upset, to say the least, but eventually they just dropped it, as always. Besides, even if they hadn't, Kenny had more important things to worry about right now, like the fact that Kyle had been drifting away from him for the last couple of weeks.

It was just little things at first, like "My mom wants me home early" or "I have a headache". A while ago he said that he had to study for a test, but Kenny ran into him in the shopping mall. When confronted about it, he said his mother made him go. Kenny got suspicious. Why would his mother force him to go to shopping if he was studying? However, all of Kenny's suspicions went away temporarily when Kyle looked at him with his dark green eyes. They came back just as soon as Kenny got home, though. Was he getting tired of their relationship? It was a possibility that Kenny was unwilling to consider, because of his own commitment to it. He truly loved Kyle, and he couldn't even think that he would be leaving him.

After a while, however, Kyle just left Kenny's side without justifying it, and eventually stopped spending time with him altogether.

Kenny had to face the fact that no matter how much you love someone, eventually, you're going to get bored, but he couldn't. Instead, he thought that maybe Kyle's parents were putting pressure on him because of their relationship being public and decided to ask him about it at school tomorrow.


Kenny got out of bed a few hours before school and, for the first time in his life, he actually wanted to go, to find out the truth. He needed to find out the truth.

As he approached the bus stop, he noticed that Kyle was nowhere to be seen. Stan and Token were there, but no Kyle.

Kenny: Hey dudes.
Token: Hey Kenny.
Stan: Hey.
Kenny: So... has anyone seen Kyle today?
Stan: It's morning. How are we supposed to know where he is?

"Good point."

Kenny: I just thought you might've seen him go by here or something...
Token: Nope. Sorry, dude.

"If anyone should know, it's you, especially because of what he's been doing."

Both Token and Stan had the "I know something you don't" look on their faces, which didn't go unnoticed by Kenny. If it was related to Kyle, he would find out anyway. If it wasn't, he didn't care.


"School... Can't believe I missed this place."

Although that was Kenny's first thought upon arriving, he didn't really miss school, just what it represented – a normal life. He had died for the first time in two years, had to watch a friend get shot and another friend (more or less) killed right in front of his eyes. It seemed that every time his life started to go back to normal for once, something came along to screw with him.

"Wait, is that... Yeah, it's Kyle!"

Kenny: Kyle!

"He's got some kind of letter in his hand. I bet it's another one of his cute poems. Those always make me smile."

Kyle: Oh... Hey, Ken. What's up?

"I haven't seen you for a week and all you have to say is 'What's up?'"

Kenny: Not much... What do you have there?
Kyle: Oh, uh... it's nothing.

"Right..."

Kenny: Kyle, what's going on? I haven't seen you for a week, and you're acting all weird... Is something wrong?
Kyle: Nothing's wrong, I swear. Look, Ken, I uh... gotta get to class now. My teacher will be really pissed if I'm late. Bye, Ken.

"Something's going on here, and I'm gonna find out what. I know just who to talk to."

Kenny: Hi Butters.
Butters: AH! Oh, it's you, Ken.

"The fuck? I expected this from Tweek, not you."

Kenny: Uh... Yeah, it's me. Why are you so jumpy?
Butters: N-No reason.

If there was ever any doubt in Kenny's mind, it was gone now. Butters hadn't stuttered since he was twelve, which meant that something was up; most likely a secret that he was keeping from Kenny.

Kenny: Butters, just tell me what you know.

"Smooth, Kenny. He'll never suspect a thing."

Butters: I don't know anything! I-I swear!
Kenny: Butters, I need to know. It could be important.
Butters: I swear, Kenny, it's not a big deal.
Kenny: So you do know something...

"Dammit."

Butters: God dammit Kenny, just drop it! I-I'm not gonna tell you anything!

Butters walked around Kenny and left as quickly as he could, much to the latter's surprise.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone? You know what, fuck them. I don't care anymore. I'm just gonna finish school, go to work and sleep. Not even gonna talk to Kyle after school. Just gonna leave."


Kenny did just that. After school was over, he went to his house to pick up his work clothes and then ran back to the Tweek's coffee shop. Once he got there, he remembered that he had never gotten the raise he wanted. He decided to see if Tweek's dad was available for a chat.

Kenny: Mr. Tweak?
Richard: Hi, Kenny. Come in, come in.

Kenny pulled on his parka's strings so he could accept Richard's offer.

Kenny: I just wanted to ask you for a raise, if that's okay...
Richard: Ah, you want a raise... Tell me, why do you think that you deserve a raise?

"Is he fucking serious?"

Kenny: Well, sir, it just seems like I do pretty much everything around here. I clean, I take orders...
Richard: Say no more. You got yourself a raise.

"Well, that was... suspiciously easy."

Richard: You'll now be making $12 per hour, starting tomorrow.

"12x5x5x4... Wow, that's over $1000 every month!"

Kenny: Thank you very much, Mr. Tweak!
Richard: You're welcome, Kenny. Now then, go back to work. We don't want our costumers waiting.
Kenny: Yes, sir.

"I just got a fucking raise!"

Tweek: AH! H-Hi Kenny!

"God damn, that kid scared me."

Kenny: Hey Tweek.
Tweek: S-So what did you t-talk to my d-dad about?
Kenny: I asked for a raise, and he gave me one.
Tweek: C-Cool.

"Is it me or is Tweek... twitchier than normal? If he knows about whatever it is that Butters was hiding, he'll tell me. I just gotta put a little pressure on him."

Kenny: So Tweek, do you know what Butters was hiding from me?

"Once again, smooth, Kenny."

Tweek: WHAT? N-No!

"God dammit, why does everyone lie to me in such an obvious manner?"

Kenny: Tweek, I know you're lying.
Tweek: I'm n-not lying! I swear! I d-don't even k-know what Butters was hiding f-from you!
Kenny: Fine then. I gotta go back to work. Bye.
Tweek: B-Bye!

Kenny was getting angrier by the second. Every time he talked to one of his so called "friends", all they did was lie to him. He decided that if they wouldn't give him the answers he needed, he would just have to spy on Kyle and get them himself.


The first thing he had to do was change his clothes. Bright orange wasn't exactly something everyone wore around South Park. He decided to wear the same clothes that he was wearing when the boys went after Cartman. It was dark enough that he could approach Kyle without being seen, but bright enough that he wouldn't be run over by a car.

A few minutes later, he arrived at Kyle's house. All he had to do was hide and spy on him. However, there was someone there that he didn't expect.

"...Wait, is that Bebe? What's she doing over there? I gotta get in a little closer."

Bebe: -o you think he knows?
Kyle: Kenny? Nah. He suspects something's up but nobody told him about this.

"I knew it."

Bebe: Not even Tweek or Butters?
Kyle: Nah. Tweek was probably too scared to say anything coherent, and I told Butters his parents would ground him if he ruined this.
Bebe: Good. Then let's go up to your room.
Kyle: Yeah. By the way, thanks for doing this.
Bebe: My pleasure, Kyle.

"I knew it... Kyle's dating Bebe and just doesn't have the balls to tell me. How could I have been so stupid? I should've known it something like this, if even Butters wouldn't tell me. But I won't give Kyle the chance to tell me. I'll tell him to his face that we're over. Tomorrow, after school. God damn you, Kyle Broflovski."


Although Kenny was angry at first, he was soon overcome with grief, as if everyone he had ever known died all at the same time. He couldn't understand why Kyle would do this. Kyle had always told him that he loved him, and you don't love someone and then betray them like this.


The following morning, Kenny was trying to eat his breakfast, but he couldn't even taste it.

Carol: Kenny? What's wrong?
Kenny: This food sucks, that's what.
Carol: Kenny! Watch your language!
Kenny: Sorry, mom.

"Maybe I should tell them."

Kenny: By the way, I got a raise. I'll be making $1200 a month now.
Stuart: That's great, son!

"Yeah... I also lost my boyfriend."

Kenny: I gotta go to school now. I can't be late.
Carol: Alright, take care.
Kenny: Bye.


Kenny got to the bus stop a few minutes later. Once again, just Stan and Token. No Kyle. However, Kenny was relieved. If he got to Kyle right now, he would have to spend the rest of the day thinking about what he had done.

Kenny: Hey dudes.
Stan: Hey Kenny.
Token: Hey.
Kenny: Let me guess, nobody's seen Kyle today either.
Stan: Nope.
Token: No.

"Alright Kenny, control yourself. Just gotta wait until after school."


Kenny didn't run into Kyle anyway, but now it was lunch time, and that reminded him of how much he missed Chef. He knew that if Chef were here, he'd know what to do. He'd probably give him an answer in the form of a song, as always.

"Fuck, there's Kyle. With Bebe. Fucking Kyle. Fucking Bebe. Fuck this. I'm just gonna ignore them. Not gonna stare."

Kenny tried his best to follow his own advice, but he couldn't ignore the giggles between Kyle and Bebe. Eventually, he found himself staring at them again.

"God dammit, why do I do this to myself? Just focus on your lunch, Kenny. Lunch is good. Staring is bad."

Butters: Hey Kenny! Can I sit here with you?

"God dammit, go away, Butters."

Kenny: ...Sure.

"I really suck at this."

Butters: Lunch looks good today.
Kenny: I guess.

"What the fuck are they talking about over there?"

Butters: What are you looking at?
Kenny: Nothing... You know what, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.
Butters: But you gotta eat something...
Kenny: Just leave me alone, Butters.
Butters: O-Okay...

"God damned Butters."


Kenny unwillingly and unknowingly focused his anger on Butters for the rest of the day, which allowed him to focus on the things he had to do rather than what Kyle was doing. However, now it was time to do what needed to be done.

Kenny: Kyle!
Kyle: Y-Yeah?
Kenny: Can I talk to you for a sec?
Kyle: I guess.
Kenny: In private?
Kyle: Sure.

"Don't look into his eyes. That's how he gets you. It's worse than Medusa. Instead of turning into stone you turn into jelly."

Kenny: I saw you and Bebe last night.

Kyle's fear was now clearly visible in his face.

Kyle: So... You know about what we've been doing?
Kenny: It wasn't easy, but yeah. Stan, Token, Tweek, even Butters. They all wouldn't tell me anything.
Kyle: I told them to. I didn't want you to find out about it until-
Kenny: Until what? Until you came to spit in my face and say you were breaking up with me?
Kyle: What? No! Look, just let me explain. I-
Kenny: No, I won't let you explain. I'm just gonna leave. We're done, Kyle. I don't want to see you again.

Kenny left, knowing full well that Kyle was staring at him. However, he also knew that Kyle wouldn't say anything.

"He knows I'm right. I just gotta go home now and get some rest. I'll ask Tweek's dad for the day off. He should understand why I need it. Breakups are never easy."


Kenny had been lying on his bed for almost two hours now. It was way past midnight and he was exhausted, but he still couldn't sleep. He was crying almost as much as when Kyle got sick, but now he couldn't accept the reason behind it. He tried to psyche himself up, but it was of no use. He needed something that would guarantee that he would fall asleep.
He looked in the fridge for beer, but there was none.

"Why the fuck is there no beer when I need it? There is something else I could use... But it's not here. I gotta get a shovel."

Kenny started digging in his backyard and eventually found his drugs. The box was airtight, so everything was in perfect condition. He went back into his room through the window, so nobody would see him, but once he got there, he stopped. He knew he shouldn't use them.

"Then again, why not? Kyle won't care. He's with Bebe. Stan's with Wendy, Butters won't ever find out and nobody else cares enough to stop me."

With that in mind, Kenny injected himself with a large amount of heroin, although his hand was shaking so much that he started bleeding more than he should have.

"I should just stick to stuff you ingest, not inject. At least the pain will go away in a while. And then I'll be free. Free of Kyle. Free of life."


Well, that's chapter one. I'm still thinking about a name for chapter two, though it will most likely be named "Drugs".