Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who has made it this far into the story even those of you that are reading silently without favoriting, following or reviewing, just continuing to read the story is enough for me. Recently I've began to realize that I have a bad habit in all of my stories, of going in and out of first person when writing. I'm going to try and prevent this and improve further but for now I ask that you put up with this for a little while longer while I look for someone to help me edit my work.

Now then on with the show…

Chapter 6

Kenny sat at his desk or what he was using as his desk in the cabin on top of the snowy mountain. Scattered across the dimly lit wooden table were multiple files, pictures and folders, he took a sip from his glass of gin as he stared down at the papers. The single bedroom he was in was located in was shrouded in darkness, a single candle on the corner of the desk served as the only light source. He rubbed his temple as he looked down at the now empty glass in his hand, he let out an annoyed groan as he threw the glass across the room. It shattered into countless of shards as it collided with the door, he looked at it for a moment, before picking up the dirty coffee stained news paper, obscured by many other papers and pictures.

The news paper was old and wore many tares over the years, now days the news was published through digital and online publication. You either watched the news on T.V or you read it online, this lead to most printing agents who published the news papers being shut down. That meant what Kenny held in his hand now was one of the few that still remained, it was probably worth a small fortune. However, he didn't care about it's worth, to him no amount of money could force him to give this up.

The words were faded and most of the pages were missing, only the front page remained mostly intact. It was printed by The Sun, one of the first to go out of business, the date on the left hand side read 26/07/2020. A unforgettable date for Kenny and everyone else he invited to the cabin tonight, for that date marks the night it happened…

20 years earlier

They had all agreed to meet in the sports hall before it begun, there were still preparations to be made and things they needed to talk about. Unfortunately, Kenny was the only one to show up, neither of them were too surprised, these were the kind of friends they have after all. Thankfully, Kenny agreed to help him set up the hall under the condition that he buys him lunch, with a small laugh he happily agreed.

The two of them sat outside a small café, it wasn't Tweaks which made him feel a little guilty but Kenny had complained that the walk would be to far away. They ordered there food and drinks and talked like any normal day but then Kenny reached out towards him lightly grabbing his wrist. He looked at Kenny, he seemed worried, hesitant or maybe unsure as if he was conflicted about telling him something. He lightly placed his hand over the top of Kenny's and as they looked into each others blue eyes he softly said.

"It's okay, whatever it is you want to tell me, I trust you" He said, with a reassuring smile.

Kenny pulled his hand away and rubbed the back of his head "Heh, actually it doesn't matter… Maybe I'll tell you later"

"You sure?" the blonde boy asked, concerned for his friend.

"O-Of course would I lie to you" Kenny grinned.

"Yes" he instantly replied, his words hurting Kenny more than he let on.

"Anyway, you excited for tonight, you got a date?" Kenny asked, attempting to change the subject.

On the subject of romance the blonde sitting across from Kenny instantly began to heat up, he grabbed the menu to hide his face as his checks turned a rosy red. "M-M-Maybe, but we've not really been together for very long, so I can't tell you who it is"

"Aha! But there is someone" Kenny teased, as he leaned across the table, gently pulling the menu down. He eyed him with a cheeky grin as the blonde looked back at him with an annoyed flustered glare "W-Well what about you huh! You're the womanizer here! Which one of your recent flings will you be bringing!" He asked.

Kenny slumped back down into his seat, the blonde watched him with concern, his positive, playful attitude disappeared. He sat up and reached out towards him, lightly tapping his wrist "Kenny what's wrong?"

"Actually, that's the thing I've been meaning to tell you. I won't be attending prom tonight" Kenny awkwardly admitted.

"What! Why not!?" he yelled, obviously upset with the idea of his friends absence.

"I-I did something stupid, I don't think I should go, I'd only ruin it for everyone else" Kenny admitted, trying to avoid telling him the whole truth.

"You have to go! You've been looking forward to this for months!"

Kenny slumped down in his seat, pulling his hood over his head in an attempt to hide his face as he softly muttered "That was before… Recent events"

The other slightly smaller boy sitting across from him looked unconvinced as he crossed his arms and raised a skeptical eyebrow "What could be so bad to make you give up on all our hard work"

He knew he was getting more upset than he needed to be but he couldn't help himself, that was the just the way he was. Ever sense he was a little boy everyone had always commented on how over caring and over familiar with everyone he can be. Even going so far as to try and attempt to turn the Eric Cartman into a good person. However, the two of them had been working together for months on this project, and he'd be damned if he was just going to let him throw all there hard work down the gutter.

"I… I don't want to talk about it" Kenny said, averting his gaze.

"Well if your not going then neither am I" he announced, with a small smile.

Kenny let out a small laugh as he stood from the table "Thanks, but I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate that"

"Actually, we've only been seeing each other for a little while and from what I understand they wish to keep things private for now. Not attending prom with them wouldn't upset them in the least, in fact it would probably work in there favor" he explained, standing from the table to match his height.

Kenny grit his teeth as he listened to him explain, waved his pointed hand at the man, an annoyed expression written across his face. "You can't just not show up!" he said, loudly, pressing his finger into the mans light blue shirt. "You worked on this for months, if you don't show up tonight then what was even the point!"

"What's the point in being there if your not going to be there!" he snapped back.

There argument drew to an end as the waitress came to collect there bill, Kenny let out a small sigh as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. "That's not healthy" the blonde commented. "Keh, it's shit like this that gives me a reason to die young" he replied.

"Look, we worked together setting up the prom and if your not going to be there, then I don't want to be there neither" the blonde said.

"Sigh, Stubborn bastard" Kenny whispered, taking a small puff of his cigarette. A small smile spread across his face as he listened to his friends words "Fine! Fine I freaking show up! but it's going to be awkward and you owe me!" Kenny gave in with an annoyed grumble but on the inside he was secretly overjoyed with how happy his friend seemed to be now that he was attending prom.

The two of them parted ways with promises to reunite at prom, while Kenny ventured home he couldn't help thinking about what he needed to tell his friend. What he didn't tell him at lunch, what he was to scared to tell him.

Later on that night, South Park High was infested with horny teenagers partying the night away, it was after all there prom night. The final party they'd have together before moving onto university, many people here would never see each other again after tonight. Which is why, tonight, everyone was going all out, even the students that were known to get straight A's and never cause trouble were acting a little reckless. The school had hired a rock band to play on stage in the hall, two giant size speakers either side blared out the head banging music. A disco ball hovered above the dance hall, and strobe lights were scattered across the place, food and drinks had been supplied by the school and spiked by the students.

The party started at 7:00pm and the time currently was 11:00pm, a lot had happened in that time, many dramatic events. Currently Kenny had retreated round back to get some fresh air. He touched his left check, it stung and blonde trickled down from the freshly made cut. "Fuck that hurts" he muttered as he leaned against the side of the building. He struggled to light the cigarette in his hand and was growing more and more annoyed as suddenly nearby voices caught his attention. Placing the cigarette in between his lips and the lighter in his pocket, he moved closer to investigate.

Two dark figures sounded like they were arguing on the opposite end of the building where they stood, from where he stood it was impossible for them to see him as the side of the school blocked there line of sight. Kenny leaned round the corner, carefully taking a peak at there faces but both men wore hoodies making it impossible for him to identify them. All he could do was watch and listen, it's not like he had anything better to do anyway.

"You were right, there is a snitch"

"Any idea who"

"Not yet but whoever it is must know about the whole operation, they probably know are identities as well, if they go to the police!"

"Then we better make sure we find them before they can"

"R-R-Right"

Kenny dropped to the floor closing his eyes, pretending to be passed out drunk as he listened to them pass by him. What the hell had he just witnessed?! He waited a few minutes before slowly getting back up, he hadn't recognized either of there voices, one of them were gruff, almost sounded like he had a cold and the other was smooth, the complete opposite, the kind of voice you'd expect to hear coming from a prince.

He didn't know who those two were but it was obvious that they were up to something bad, however confronting them about it would only lead to more trouble for him. Sure he wouldn't be any danger as he couldn't die but they might decide to go after his friends instead to keep him silent. No, the best thing he could do is to pretend he didn't hear anything at all. Besides, its not like they would actually try anything in a crowded place like this, that would be foolish.

Kenny continued to stare of in the direction the two strangers had walked of in, his own worried thoughts refusing to settle down. Eventually, he lit another cigarette and walked down the opposite path, leaving the strangers to do whatever they had planned.

Some time passed and Kenny started wandering around the school outside, it was mostly quite, a few passed out students, blaring music from the open windows and rustling bushes with busy teenagers hidden inside. Eventually he came to the pool area, not to his own surprise it was full of half naked students. HE leaned himself up against the fence, his eyes half closed as he waited for his friend to arrive, checking his watch the time was now 11:15pm. He felt someone's arm rub against his own as they leaned up against the fence next to him. "You took your time" he said, turning to face his blonde friend only to be met with someone else entirely.

"Cartman! What are you doing here"

"Aye, this a free pool I don't have to explain myself to you" he said, defensively.

"Sorry, you just weren't who I was expecting" Kenny apologized.

"Nah, no worries. I myself am waiting for someone as well, my date as I'll have you believe" he said, with a cocky smile.

"You have a date, excuse my French but le'bullshit" Kenny said, jokingly

"Piss off! Impossible as it may seem someone with my exceedingly good looks can actually find it within themselves to lower there standards in order to acquire a date" Cartman said, trying to sound smart but only coming of as even more of an ass.

"Right… Y'know Cartman, when we all of go to University I actually think a small part of me might maybe, possibly miss you… Maybe."

"Off course… I guess, I'll have trouble making poor jokes sense you won't be around" Cartman awkwardly said. "Ugh! Enough of this waiting around! Where is that black bastard!"

"Wait, Token is your date?" I said, very confused.

"Of course not but before I can meet her I have some business to take care of" he said, then waved his hand up in the air, I looked over towards where he was waving only to see Token, Clyde, Craig and my blonde friend heading this way. "Now then Ken, I'll be on my way" Cartman said, then left with Token towards the changing rooms.

What was that about?

"Hey Kenny, sorry I'm late, so you wanted to talk to me"

The time was now 11:45 after meeting with the blonde by the swimming pool, Kenny dragged him away to somewhere less crowded to talk in private. Kenny could feel himself getting more and more nervous but continued up the stairs to the roof with his hand gripped tightly in his own. The time they got to the roof both boys were fairly exhausted, Kenny let go of his hand as he moved to the edge. "Careful!" he yelled. Kenny threw him a sly smirk as he took a small step back and glanced up at the stars. "Beautiful isn't it"

He looked up, the stars shinned bright tonight and there were plenty of them twinkling above like diamonds in the sky. "Yeah… Why did you bring me up here?" the blonde asked.

"It's noisy down there and for what I need to tell you, I need it to be just the two of us" Kenny said, grabbing his hands.

"Okay, then what do you want to tell me?" he asked.

Kenny opened his mouth to speak but his voice refused to come out, his words were frozen in time as only stutters of jangled letters left his mouth. He looked at him with confusion and concern "Are you okay?" he asked, having never seen his friend act like this before. Kenny was growing frustrated with himself, why couldn't he say it? He didn't understand, he had said it plenty of times to the many girls before him, so why was it so hard now, to say three simple words. Fine! Kenny wasn't going to a let a frog in his throat stop him, he was determined to let his feelings be heard and what was the old saying. Actions speak louder than words.

Without warning Kenny let go of his hands and gently grabbed his face, pulling him closer until his lips met his own. It came to a shock to him and Kenny half expected him to push him away but when he locked lips with his own instead he was over joyed. There tongues intermingled, dancing together in each others mouths like talented tango dancers. Eventually he pulled away, surprise written across his face but also the smallest smile.

"I… I wasn't expecting that" the blonde said, wiping his mouth.

"Heh, well, I wasn't expecting that to last long" Kenny replied, making him blush. "So… What dose this mean?"

"I… I'm sorry I need to think, I'll met you down stairs" he said, with a small smile.

"Err, sure but we're still friends right"

"Kenny, I don't know what's going to happen next, you kissed me knowing that I'm in a relationship, to make matters worse I kissed you back!… Sigh, I can promise you this though, no matter what happens you and I will always be friends"

That's all Kenny needed to hear, to know he hadn't messed things up, maybe he had gone to far but did he regret it, nope. That kiss was something he could never regret, all the girls he had been with could never compete with that. He was starting to understand what Stan meant when he talked about Wendy the way he did. He was on his way down stairs, the time was now 11: 55pm, after his friend was finished gathering his thoughts he'd take him for the night.

Kenny lit another cigarette, the last one for the night, he couldn't help wondering about the future, would they become a thing now or would he remain faithful to his current relationship. He did say that they hadn't been together for very long, so maybe she won't mind if they breakup, still he couldn't help feeling a little guilty for her, he was technically stealing him away. Kenny looked up at the rooftop he had been standing on, his friend or perhaps boyfriend was still standing there, he couldn't see his face but a visible black figure was obviously standing on the edge of the roof.

Kenny took another puff of his cigarette as he waited patiently, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine what a future with him could look like. They would go to university, open a business together, he didn't know what kind of business but neither did he care, get a house together, married, adopt a kid. Kenny could honestly see himself living the good life with Butters, he felt something he had never felt for anyone else.

However… That hopeful naive dream disappeared the second he opened his eyes and witnessed the harsh reality laying in front of him…

"A-Ahh-Ahhh-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kenny screamed, collapsing to his knees as he let out a heartfelt scream.

That night Kenny experienced a moment of true happiness as hope for a bright future was set out in front him only for it to be destroyed by the overwhelming despair that true reality brings. The happy life he had grasped, the dream he had managed to make true had now become a living nightmare.

For there in front of him lay his broken, mangled body, his eyes open wide, the colour slowly draining of all signs of life. His head resting on Kennys lap, blood staining his blue jeans as he continued to bleed out even though he already dead. "N-N-N-N-No,no,no,no,no! You can't die! You just can't!" he cried, shacking his shoulders, in a fruitless attempt to somehow bring him back to life. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He cried rocking his head back and glaring at the sparkling stars above him. It was in his sorrow and anger that he noticed a strange sight upon the rooftop, only for slight second but Kenny could have sworn he had seen a vague shadowy figure retreating.

The next day the SPPD (South Park Police Department) called in 13 suspects to integrate in order to solve the murder, they had managed to shorten the list of suspects thanks to certain events that had occurred before the incident. The interrogations happened in private with the detective in charge asking questions and his assistant taking notes. The interrogations were short as the police had no evidence to discredit anyones statements just yet. The last one to be interrogated was Kenny, the detective in charge was Detective Yates, he opened the door for Kenny as he slowly took a seat at the table.

The Detective looked to his assistant who nodded at him, the two of them shared a secret understanding hidden from Kenny. The Detective stood at the back of the room while the assistant offered Kenny a glass of water. "I understand how you must feel"

Kenny scoffed throwing the glass she offered him against the wall "You don't understand shit! I'm so sick of people saying that!" he yelled, his voice dry and hoarse. The woman didn't flinch, she must have been used to these kind of outbursts.

"Like I was saying, what your going through is hard… However, you have a decision to make now, you have to tell us what you saw or your friend will never get the justice he deserves"

"Justice? What's the point in that, would Justice bring him back! would Justice take these feelings away!" Kenny snapped, slamming his hands down on the table. No! No it wouldn't, it wouldn't do a damn thing so why the hell should I help you!" He yelled, then kicked his chair to the floor.

…

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…

"Feel better, now that you got all that out your system" the detective said. Kenny huffed heavily as he turned to glare at him. "Look kid, your friend is dead." He said, not bothering to watch his words around him like the other adults have been. Kenny raised his fist towards the Detective as he marched towards him "Who's fault is that!" he yelled. Suddenly the detective shoved his knee into Kennys gut forcing him onto the floor. "As a detective it's my job to protect the citizens of this town, your friend is dead and so I can't protect him however I can catch his killer and stop them from killing again. Now you can either help me do this or you can sit there and cry over your friends death while the killer walks free because you did nothing to help catch him"

"Detective! I can not approve of you hurting civilians" the woman spoke up.

What am I doing, am I really just going to stay quite, if I don't say something then the person who took his life away will get away free. Is that what I want, hell no! I won't let that happen, I can't let that happen. I'll do everything in my power to make sure they get brought to justice.

"Heh, your right! I'll talk, I'm sorry for being so stupid earlier" Kenny said, as the detective helped him up to his feet.

With Kennys help the investigation into the case kicked of to a good start, he told them about the shadow he saw on the rooftop and that he was the last one to see him alive. It seemed painfully obvious that someone had pushed him of the roof, a planned murder or a spare of the moment thing, for now that was unclear. Unfortunately, that was going to continue to remain unknown information for a very long time…

It's common knowledge between those that work in law that a single piece of evidence can change the way you look at a case entirely. A simple car crash can turn into a murder if it's found out the drivers brakes were cut. The same can be said for the exact opposite, for example, a murder can always turn out to be an accident if new evidence supports it. This is exactly what happened when the suicide note was discovered two weeks into the investigation. Although Detective Yates fought to continue the investigation, the head commander came down hard on him, even going so far to threaten to take away his badge. With no other evidence to debunk the commanding chiefs theory, against both Kenny's and Yates protests the victims death was decided a suicide and the case was declared solved.

A few months after his death Kenny and the others stood gathered at the edge of town, there cars and bikes all lined up behind them. They were all moments away from leaving town forever but had agreed to meet up one more time by the welcome sign to say goodbye to there friend. They gathered round Kenny, there eyes all locked on to the round wooden object wrapped tightly in his arms. Kenny kept his mouth hidden by his black scarf, he didn't want them to his lips trembling. He looked around at everyone, they were all holding a small candle and there wasn't a single dry eye, even Cartman seemed honestly upset. He understood there grief, after all he felt the same if not worse but underneath his sympathetic smile, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Lets, begin"

Kenny, lifted the lid of the urn and slowly poured a small bit out then passed it to Craig who had been standing next to him. Craig then carefully placed his hand into the urn, slowly scooping up a handful of the ash that used to be there friend and slowly spreading it across the ground. The next person took the urn and it continued on like this for what felt like an eternity. Once they were done, they each pulled out pictures of there fallen friend and stapled them to the South Park sign. Kenny looked at them with a small smile, some of them were from when they were children, other's dated back to early teenage years and one of them was taken only a couple a months ago. It only went to show how he had managed to grow close to so many people throughout the years, he really was a remarkable person.

After that, everyone said there final goodbyes and went there separate ways, leaving South Park to go do different thing. All except Kenny who stood still by the sign, holding his picture of his friend and him, they were both around 16 and Kenny had taken him to a milk shake bar to try and cheer him up after he had just been dumped. It was around the time Kenny had begun to realize his feelings for the blonde. He pinned the picture up with a small smile and then looked to the other pictures, each of them showed his other friends accompanying him. They looked happy which begged the question, why did they do it?

Even though he made all these friends, it didn't change the fact, that one of them was a cold hearted killer. Detective Yates had told him this much himself before he was demoted, the most likely to have killed his friend are 1 of the following 12. Wendy Testaburger, Craig Tucker, Stan Marsh, Clyde Donovan, Nicole Daniels, Kyle Broflovski, Token Black, Bebe Stevens, Eric Cartman, Tweek Tweak, Heidi Turner or Rebeca Red.

One of them is responsible for taking him away from me and I swear, no matter how far they run, no matter who they become. I will find out the truth of what happened that night and I will have my revenge. This I promise you Butters.

Kenny threw the news paper back down, it's not like staring at it is going to magically reveal a new clue. He got up from his desk, with the need for another drink, he knew there was more booze in the kitchen and besides from that he needed to see what side effects his death had on Wendy. Suddenly, knocking at the door caught his attention, "Come in" the door slowly opened and in entered Dr Marsh. Kenny gathered up the papers on his desk and placed them in a locked draw, the key hidden on his person. "What can I do for you?" He asked, watching Stan slowly close door behind him.

"Ahh, yes, I was told this is where I could find you" Kenny raised an eyebrow, told by who exactly, as far as he knew this place was meant to stay of limits to the guest. He locked the room when he wasn't using it, so know one should have entered here by mistake. "Anyway, I need to tell you something of grave importance, I was going to tell you earlier but you ran upstairs before I had a chance"

Kenny nodded, he had to run upstairs, if he hadn't events would have repeated themselves, this was how his ability worked. He couldn't die, he found that out the hard way but it wasn't as simple as the TV shows made it out to be. For one when he got shot or stabbed he felt it and it hurt, also death isn't pleasant, the best way to describe it is a constant state of boredom. Now imagine going through that forever, the way Kenny's ability worked was far from being simple. Through out Kenny's life he had gone through a multitude of painful experiences.

"I'm sorry, it's Mr McCormick right, I'm Dr Marsh or Stanley Marsh if you prefer" he said, offering out his hand. Kenny took it and reintroduced himself once again, this was one of the many side affects his ability brought about. "Can I ask Dr, I've met many people with memory problems but you seem to have an extreme case"

He twitched nervously at Kenny's words and then let out a long defeated sigh "I-I-I have amnesia, it was caused by a workplace accident, because of this I can no longer remember anything dating back before the year 2020" Stan explained.

"What?! Then dose that mean you don't remember the murder?!" Kenny asked, a desperate plea in his voice.

"W-What murder?" the confused doctor asked.

Kenny swore under his breath as he moved past Stan, how was he supposed to integrate him about the murder if he couldn't remember it. Normally when put in a difficult situation like this Kenny would result to the easy method of ending his own life. He had undergone many experiments with his ability to try and understand it a bit more, the result follows. First, no one ever remembers him dying, he had been killed and killed himself in front of his friends and others countless of times but no one ever remembers. It used to drive him insane, he attempted to record one of his own suicides but when he went to retrieve the recording it was gone, almost as if he had never recorded it in the first place. That brings us to the other aspect of his ability, whenever he dies something strange happens, not only dose he come back but time seems to rewind as well. This gives Kenny a chance to avoid the same fate, by choosing to do something entirely different. Finally, the least impressive thing about his gift is that he can't change the fate of other, what this means is, if a fight breaks out, then it will again, if someone is killed, then him dying and rewinding time won't change that, sure it might prevent it for a little while but eventually, there fate will catch up to them.

"What is it you need to tell me?" Kenny asked.

"It's about Kyle, that attack he had earlier, when I scanned him I picked up some rather strange readings" Stan explained.

Kenny raised and eyebrow curiously "What do you mean?"

Stan pulled out a small blue bean holding it between his index finger and thumb, Kenny looked at it and then gave Stan a confused glance. "This is a CPU, someone like Kyle needs to install 2 of them every 4 hours, otherwise they run the risk of overheating"

"W-Wait I don't understand… First of, what the hell is a CPU?" Kenny asked.

"Ahh! Of course, sorry, a CPU otherwise known as a Comprised Power Utilizer is used as a makeshift battery and fan. It's mainly used on cripples who have installed robotic parts, to help keep it working, with out constant change of CPU the part will malfunction" Stan explained.

"I-I think I understand but what dose this have to do with Kyle?" Kenny asked, still feeling lost and confused.

"W-Wait you don't know! I-I'm sorry but doctor patient confidentiality! I can't tell you that, it isn't right!"

Kenny let out an annoyed grown, "How am I meant to help, if your not going to tell me what the issue is!"

Stan shifted back slightly then placed the CPU back in his pockets "uhh, well what I came here to say was that regarding Kyle's recent attack, it was due to a faulty CPU" Stan explained. Kenny looked at him, a serious expression over taking him, he crossed his arms as he slowly moved closer. "Explain"

"After we revived Kyle, I made sure to do a quick scan of his bodily system, what I found was that someone had purposely used up the CPU he had installed into him. To explain, this would be like trying to use dead batteries to power the remote to your TV, it just wouldn't work. Neither did the CPU for Kyle and I believe that's why that attack happened, if I hadn't been around Kyle may have died"

"So your saying someone sabotaged his medicine in order to try and kill him" Kenny said, thinking about the possibility.

"I don't know, it could have been an accident but I thought I better tell you" Stan confessed, Kenny grabbed his shoulder and looked to him with a small smile. "You did the right thing, for now make sure you keep quiet about this, if Kyle were to find out he could become panicked and refuse to take his medicine"

"Right, but what if someone really is responsible?" Stan asked as Kenny led him out of the room.

"Kyle only took his most recent dosage of CPU a few minutes ago, that leaves us with a little under 4 hours to find the culprit. Don't worry, everything will be fine" Kenny said, with a reassuring grin, he left the room with Stan, turning around to lock the door behind him. He watched as Stan slowly headed back down stairs, It seems like someone has already made their first move "Stan!"

Stan stopped halfway down the stairs and looked up to see Kenny leaning over the railing "Tell everyone to meet me in the garden, tell them Kenny is ready to reveal the real reason behind tonight" he instructed, Stan gave him a confused look but nodded his head and continued down the stairs.

Authors Note: Hello everyone, I hope you're all enjoying this story, a lot of things happened in this chapter, mainly the flash back. Speaking of, in case your wondering, we will be going back to the past again in future chapters as there is lot to reveal in the past and only so much I can fit in a single chapter without it feeling overwhelming. So, who was surprised by Butters death? Anyone, probably know one it was kind of obvious but either way I hope it was still a good read. I'm already writing the next chapter at the moment but it's not even halfway done yet, so I don't know when it's going to come out.

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