To his surprise, Kenny woke up. He thought Trent would have killed him. His vision slowly unblurred itself as he began to see where he was. He realised he was sitting down and tried to get up, but he couldn't. He was strapped into a chair. There was something tightening against his head.

"Whuh…What's going on?" He mumbled.

"Hello, McCormick" Trent said. He looked excited. That was not good.

"Trent? What's going on here?" Kenny began struggling against the cuffs but they kept him firmly sat in his place.

"I finally have you where I want you" He said, bringing his face up close and personal towards Kenny. He was drooling.

"Dude, it was years ago. You seriously still hold a grudge over that?!" Kenny started looking around for a way out. But he was on a plane. Escape was impossible. He continued to struggle anyway out of desperation.

Suddenly, Trent started chuckling right in Kenny's ear, which made him shiver "This is more than just a grudge. You see, you have something that I want"

There was something not right with how Trent was speaking. Didn't he always used to swear a lot? And what did he mean by something Kenny had?

"What are you on about?"

"Your immortality" He rubbed his hands.

"Huh?! Dude, you don't want immortality! You'll just keep going back to juvenile hall until the end of the world"

Trent chuckled again "He hated that place"

"He?" Had he gone schizo? Hell, it was Trent Boyett, he probably already was.

"All of them" He continued, looking over Kenny's shoulder. Two other bullies were standing side to side by Kenny "I have to be honest with you, Kenneth. I am not Trent. I'm merely using his body"

Ok, this was becoming more and more retarded "Is Trent dead?"

"I needed someone who wouldn't be missed, someone obscure, someone out of the way" He explained with a smile. There was nothing nice about it. Kenny was just relieved he hadn't gone for Karen instead, whoever he was.

"Are you wearing Trent's body as a suit?" Kenny wanted to be sick. It was probably the plane flying.

"Sort of" He pulled a small red switch out of his pocket and pressed it. A blue light engulfed 'Trent'. Once again, Kenny was briefly blinded. When it disappeared and he could see again, what can only be described as the shit that streamed out of Cartman's nose but with a body stood in front of Kenny. He was slightly taller than Trent had been. A single eye was sitting right in the middle of where the head once was. No legs, but he had arms.

"Hello" It said. Its voice was deeper.

Now Kenny was panicking. He was looking at an alien, and it wanted his curse. Two others now stood beside him, having changed form aswell. He began to scream and curse in terror before suddenly suffering an electric shock. He nearly fell unconscious and his muscles went limp.

Calmer, Kenny asked "What the hell are you?"

"We are the Corpas. Our life energy is running out. We need your life force to survive" Kenny realised, or at least theorised, that they were going to use the thing on his head that had just shocked him to suck out his life. Would he even come back?

"How do you know I'm immortal?" At this point, Kenny was just trying to buy time in the hope that someone would rescue him or that the plane would crash or that he would suddenly die of a heart attack and get back to South Park. Just something! What the hell had happened to Bobby?!

Hearing the screaming, Bobby decided now would be a good time to emerge. He thrust the hatch open and popped his head.

"Hello, sorry to bother you" The Corpas turned. Bobby was now staring at three green blobs with eyes surrounding Kenny "Holy Christ of Nazareth!" Now he knew what it would like if Anne Robinson's botox wore off. Cautiously, he pulled himself out of the storage unit and gave a polite wave.

"Where the hell have you been?!" Kenny yelled.

Bobby pointed down towards the hatch he'd just appeared from. Kenny groaned.

"So…Corpas, eh?" It was the best Bobby could come up with.

"You don't sound so surprised" The main one said.

"Mate, I started my day being beamed out of the sky onto an immortal kid's front porch. I'm running out of things to be surprised by"

"Well, we can't have you on board" One of them pulled out a gun from…his back? That might have been the idiot from earlier.

"I'd advise strongly against that!" Bobby said quickly. He remembered Goldfinger. Yes, this was alien tech and it probably wasn't an actual plane, but the laws of psychics still applied. If that thing was fired, the cabin would most likely decompress or something like that and they'd get sucked out.

"Guys, you didn't answer my question" Kenny piped up. They turned to face him. Bobby quickly realised what he was doing. Granny's footsteps. He prepared to creep towards the main Corpa, the one that used to be Trent Boyett.

"You're a legend in our corner of the universe, Kenneth" It explained. Bobby came forward a couple of paces "Our planet is gone you see, we lost it in a war. Only a handful of our race survived. The planet sustained our lifespan but now that it's gone…we need whatever we can get"

"Space rapists?" Kenny snarked.

"In a manner of speaking" None of them had turned round. Bobby kept creeping forward "Trent and his friends were needed to keep us going until we found you. We need you. The immortal one. The son of Cthulhu"

"You what, sorry?!" Bobby said that out loud. Everyone turned to face him again. He hadn't been able to help himself. Were they going to notice he was closer?

The Corpas raised their guns. They had noticed. Well that plan had backfired.

"Stay back" He motioned for the other Corpas to begin the process. One of them began fiddling with the device attached to Kenny's head. The other disappeared behind the chair. Buttons could be heard clicking. A humming noise began to creep up.

They weren't going to let Bobby out of their sight. Not until Kenny had been drained. There was only one thing for it. And this was most likely going to kill them all. But it was better than being guaranteed to be killed. Bobby began to step forward a bit more.

"I mean it" The main Corpa warned.

"Kenny?"

"What?" The humming was getting louder. Seconds remained.

"Apologies in advance" And then Bobby jumped forwards. The gun fired. A red laser brushed against his coat but he wasn't injured. However, what he had warned would happen, happened. The air rapidly decompressed. The laser blast had struck the metal wall behind Bobby, bounced back and had shot out a window to the left of the chair. The idiot and his mate were quickly sucked out before they could even scream, almost followed by the lead Corpa who had latched itself on to the frame of the glassless window. Bobby, meanwhile, had been lifted off his feet and thrown towards the hole but had managed to grab the arm of Kenny's chair. His legs were pointing directly towards the outside.

"We'll be back!" The Corpa cried.

"Whatever" Kenny replied. The alien was then fully sucked out, joining his pals.

Bobby was hanging onto the chair for dear life "This didn't go entirely according to plan!" He admitted over the howling wind.

"No shit!"

Bobby's grip was slipping "Kenny…" One hand skated off "Kenny!" He yelled, fearing his fate. And then the other hand went. Bobby felt himself being sucked towards the shot-out window. He did a barrel roll in mid-air which allowed him to see he was rocketing straight for the pink sky. Before he was fully outside, he stopped and felt a pull on one of his outstretched arms. He tilted his head downwards. Kenny was there holding onto him with his feet planted against the wall and trying desperately to pull him back in. Somehow he'd got himself free of the straps. Must have been the pressure, or the lack of it. The pull on his arm made Bobby scream in agony for a few seconds before Kenny lost his grip. Bobby then went flipping around like a mad fish into the sky, continuing to scream his lungs out. He tried to stabilise himself and after a few seconds he had his arms and legs outstretched and was in position to do a belly-flop. At least he'd die elegantly. He didn't know if it was the wind or his imminent death but he could feel tears streaming down his face.

What a shit day.

As he descended, he caught sight of something orange plummeting towards the ground. That had to be Kenny! Without a second thought, Bobby tilted himself forward into a diving position and began plunging towards his friend. As he did, Kenny caught sight of him and outstretched his arm again. Bobby did the same. After a couple of seconds of further falling, they grabbed each other's hands and clung onto each other. Bobby smiled for a second, but it quickly disappeared as he looked down and saw the ground fast approaching. They didn't have long.

"Oh cock" He sighed over the wind "We're dead, aren't we?"

"I am, you're not. Here…" And then Kenny wrapped his arms around Bobby's neck and brought their bodies together as tightly as possible.

Needless to say, Bobby was slightly creeped out "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Just hang on!" Kenny replied before pulling them down a little bit so he was looking directly at the sky. He was set to land back first. Then Bobby understood. Kenny was going to break his fall in the hopes that he'd survive. Well…better than nothing.
As the ground came closer still, Bobby tried to break the ice "You know, this is gonna look extremely awkward when we land"

"Yeah I know. I just hope this works" He took one last glance to see how far away his latest death was. About five seconds to impact. He screwed his eyes shut. Bobby didn't really envy him.

Before impact, Bobby said "Kenny?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you"

And then everything happened at once. Bobby could have sworn Kenny winked but he didn't process it because he was suddenly being flung upwards again, doing a somersault through the air before landing on his back. He was still breathing. Holy shit. He was alive! His head was hurting again and he felt slightly winded which made breathing difficult. But he didn't care. He lay there, staring at the colourful sky for a few seconds to regain his senses, before slowly sitting up and turning round, rolling in the snow. There was Kenny's corpse, squished from the impact and turning the snow red with his blood. What a way to go. He knew he couldn't do anything at this point but regardless he still stumbled over and shut his friend's eyelids. Then there was an explosion in the distance. Bobby looked up, startled. A massive fireball in the distance had appeared on the side of a mountain. The plane. Presumably, and hopefully, with the pilot Corpa still onboard, if there had been one.

"Bastards" He muttered. He was pretty sure he had seen the last of them but…just the fact that the main one, the ringleader, had said 'We'll be back'. Probably just being overdramatic. Well there wasn't much he could do now. Just have to find his way home, hope Kenny was back and then apologise for getting him killed. Again. He stood up and began walking across the snow. If all else failed, he could ask for directions. Or if Lady Luck was still smiling on him, he could bump into Wendy again. He scoffed. Fat chance.

As far as first days in entirely new places go, Bobby had been through one hell of an experience. And it wasn't even dinnertime, whatever that may be in the McCormick household. Bobby wasn't looking forward to it. Hell, this was assuming he would even be invited. But the question still remained; who really was he?

I'm a sarcastic nerd with interesting dress sense, a British accent, a foul mouth, an immortal friend who I managed to leave stabbed and flattened, another friend with a beret who I shouldn't even be friends with anyway, the know-how on skydiving and the knowledge that aliens truly do exist, he thought.

Other than that, fuck all.

But compared to how he had started the day, that was an improvement.