WARNING: Rated for Violence, Gore, Sexual Themes and Mature Language.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
**6-Months Later**
"And that's what a rim job is," I finished with a shit-eating grin hidden under my orange parka.
"Ahhh, sick Kenny!" Stan yells as his face cringes, trying to stop himself from gagging.
"What the fuck dude, how do you even know that?" Kyle adds wide-eyed.
"So, that means you've eaten someone's shit before!" Cartman blurts out before laughing his ass off, "Wow Kinny, I didn't know you were so desperate for food that you'd eat someone's ass!"
"I never said I've done it!" I bark back, "And shut the fuck up fat-ass! At least my mom isn't on the cover of Crack Whore Magazine.
"Wha…what did you say you muffled asshole?!" Cartman eyes bulge under his knitted eyebrows. He whips around to stare me down.
"Dude is that true?" Kyle quickly asks, leaning `forward passed Cartman's girth to look at me for confirmation.
"Yeah, my Dad has a copy." I smirk while meeting the brunette's wavering brown eyes.
"My mom…" Cartman starts raising his voice, but it's quickly drowned out by Kyle and Stan's laughter.
"Shut up you assholes!" Cartman turns his back to me, directing his insistent whining towards my other two friends.
My mind starts tuning out the familiar chatter besides me as my smirk softens to a gentle smile. Yep, this is our friendship in a nutshell, I think to myself. Mulling over our conversation another thought pops into my head. On second thought, I'd do it if it was a hot girl's ass.
After everyone has calmed down a bit, a brief silence falls over the four of us. As my worn boots pivot in the snow the crunch echoes through the crisp afternoon air. I stare at the yellow bus sign for a few seconds, catching a glimpse of the condensation spilling over my covered mouth. I turn my attention back to the road, fully intending to start walking home to put the finishing touches on mine and Karen's costumes. I would never admit it to anyone, but I'm pretty proud of what I was able to piece together this year. At first, we wanted to be Chewbacca, but my family can't afford Halloween costumes and my drunk mom sure as hell wasn't going to help me make them. But the costumes I ended up scrounging together from the unwanted shit in my house were pretty kickass. I even sewed a white sheet together to make a makeshift Leia dress for Karen (which I would really never admit to anyone). But my costume is way better. It's not just a superhero costume, but a completely new and badass superhero; even better than Batman! That two tons of candy is as good as miAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Muscles tear off my shattering bones, piercing my flesh and spurting blood in all directions. My organs rupture one by one and collapse in on themselves as an insurmountable force drags them towards the unforgiving asphalt. Before I can even comprehend what's happening a damp crunch starts ringing in what's left of my eardrums right before my skull smashes into pieces and brain matter leaches into the snow. I welcome the darkness at it washes over me.
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As soon as my eyes burst open I shoot straight up on the bed; causing the overpowering smell of gasoline to launch straight up my nostrils. Resisting the urge gag, I'm hit with a disgusting bitterness already dancing on my taste buds; accompanied by…Worchester Sause? …what the…? I try focusing my blurred vision, but all that does is trigger a splitting headache that almost knocks me on my back again. Wha…What happened? The thought circles around my dazed brain until something clicks. Memories from my most recent death break through the haze and flood my mind. So…So much pain…My sore muscles tense up. I just sit there for a while, unable to make myself move. I know this death was over almost instantaneously, but I can't stop thinking about how much I felt in that instant. Remanence of the crushing agony twinge my skin, making my blood run ice cold. That's when I feel pressure work its way up to my sinuses, threatening to begin the waterworks.
NO! STOP IT KENNY! Get…get ahold of yourseOW! A sharp pain shoots across my temples and down the sides of my body. ...Dammit…You've experienced way worse. Don't be a fucking crybaby!
"What are the odds that a Russian space station would fall from the sky and land on an innocent little boy," a nasally-voiced man comments from the other side of the wall.
"Must be one of the unluckiest boys to ever live," another man somberly answers.
Fucking tell me about it…Wait! What the hell! Why are there weird men in my housOWW FUCK! I bite the inside of my lip to hold back a groan. A gut-wrenching phantom pain echoes in the pit of my stomach. …...sh,shit, must be another drug deal. I rack my brain trying to find the right words, but all my battered mind can come up with is…fuck my parents!
I clench my teeth as my stiff fingers grip the edge of the bed. But in an instant, all the blood drains from my face when I'm not greeted by the warmth of my dingy mattress. Instead, chills rocket up my spine from the cool metal beneath my fingertips. What the fuck! What the fuck! This isn't my bed! I've only woken up in my room after dying! That's when I notice a huge unfamiliar grey blur out of the corner of my eye. I desperately fight against the heavy pressure pounding on my skull to read the label on what I can now see is a giant container. E, m, b, a, l, m, i, n, g, F, l, u, i, d. The string of letters means nothing to me. It's like the fog weighing down on my brain is preventing me from piecing them together. Em…balm…ing…Fl…uid...Embalm…ing…Fluid….Embalming Fluid! Am I in a fucking morgue! That's when it hits me, the gross rubbing alcohol taste in my mouth…is embalming fluid. What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK! This shouldn't be happening! I should be in my fucking bed! Why am I herAHHHHHHHH! FUCK! Pain erupts from my ribcage as a cracking sound bursts out of my chest. A yelp fails to escape my lips as the piece of rib freely slices down my torso until I feel the impact low in my gut. Dread courses through my veins as I come to grips with how hallow I feel inside. Am I… I'm still dead… My flesh is left ice cold as the blood continues rushing out of my body. I can practically feel it…I frantically yank my gaze down, and to my horror, find a syringe piercing my arm. My panic-stricken eyes follow the last of my blood flowing down a tube and into a bucket. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I try screaming on the top of my lungs, attempting to rip the syringe out of my arm.
Nothing…The undisturbed silence is left encircling my frozen body.
Wha…WHAT THE FUCK! I command my arm to pull the disturbing contraption out of me…but my arm remains stiff at my side. Fucking move, why aren't you moving goddammit! MOVE! I can't even get my fingers to budge anymore. With each agonizing moment, the ball of fear weighing on my eviscerated stomach grows until it threatens to burst again. I strain my screaming muscles to the point where empty blood vessels threaten to pop; struggling to lift anything, to just make my lips separate so I can scream. But it's as if I'm gagged and chains are tied to my limbs, weighing them down. That's when the horrifying realization hit me, I'm trapped inside my own dead body…NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOO! The walls of my decaying flesh seem to be closing in, constricting around me, suffocating me. But without any hint of a struggle from the lack of oxygen, it becomes all too clear that I haven't been breathing this entire time. I feel that familiar pressure raise in my sinuses again, but not a single tear streams down my frozen cheeks. My body won't even let me cry.
"...So then the necrophiliac says, 'If this ain't a cadaver then I- '" As soon as that nasally-voice echoes through the adjacent wall and into my eardrums again, all my thoughts and fears are dumped out my brain, allowing the fog to finally settle. Nothing is left, except one word…Brains.
The invisible chains tied to my limbs yank me off the examination table and propel me through the flimsy wall of the morgue. The blond mortician's balding head glistens under the cool florescent lights, inviting me in. I latch onto his shoulders before opening my mouth wide. Delicious blood and brain tissue trickle down my dry throat after ripping a chuck of his scalp off.
"Hey!" my first victim yells at me.
Like a panther, I lunch at the other man and sink my fangs deep into his arm. He screams as I tear at his warm succulent flesh, snapping ligaments between my teeth. I savor the steamy blood that splatters on my freezing skin.
Before I can go in for seconds the mysterious force controlling my body heaves me out the open door. As I become shrouded in the darkness of the autumn night, I hear a final exchange between the men. But at this point, their sounds no longer register as words. The darkness then completely enveloped me.
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! My screams ricochet in my brain until it gets some of the fog to disperse. I internally gasp as my thoughts reemerge to the surface. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! The cracking of bones echoes in the brisk night air. Every step my body takes feels like broken glass piercing my feet and shooting up into my ruptured organs; igniting a fire in each of them. But nothing is worse than the images sired in my mind of me tearing off those men's flesh from their bones. This is so fucked up! How…AHHHHHHH...H…How could I do that! I can still taste it…that metallic liquid. My eyes threaten to pop out of their sockets when I realize my mouth is coated with it…with their blood. My lips remain stapled shut as I violently gag. Acidic bile and embalming fluid lunge up into my throat and fill my disgusting mouth. I deserve this, I hurt those people…. Guilt twists inside my hallow body as the agony continued to burn inside of me. I'm left for hours wondering south park enduring every ounce of feverish pain and shame.
A/N: Hi everyone! Since it's the Halloween season I wanted to try my hand at a horror story. I'm going as Kenny this Halloween so I thought a story involving him would be fitting, and after rewatching Pinkeye I thought this would be perfect. There are a good amount of in-episode references in this story so rewatching the episode will have them make more sense. More chapters will be coming as soon as I finish them.
Also yay I finally submitted a piece of my writing! If you can/want to, let me know if you think the descriptions I give interrupt the flow of the story.
THANKS AND HAVE A SPOOPY HALLOWEEN!
UPDATE: I'm 3/4 done with the next chapter. Will be coming out as soon as I am done.