Hey peoples! Cooki's back! Sorry for my lack of updates! D: But at least I'm back! Sorry that I never bothered with my Halloween fic! I just got lazy :L

Ironically, as I'm typing this, I'm wearing my Halloween costume again! I came home wearing it last night, flopped down on bed, and used my pillowcase, full of candy I got from trick-or-treating, and fell asleep. At least I had sweet dreams! Geddit? Sweet dreams? As in, the candy in my pillow was sweet? –Is flogged-

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Kenny turned around find a towering old man, with a very, very, very long silver beard, and twinkly, kind eyes.

"Hey God, how's you?" Kenny asked calmly.

"Good thanks. I, being God, know all, and I understand you are here for a specific reason. You are here to find out who the Head of Magic is, and how to save your friend Kyle, right?"

Kenny nodded in reply. Since God knew all, it saved him from awkward long explanations. That was an upside.

"Young Mc Cormick, there is a different Head of Magic for different spells and curses. For this particular curse, you must find the Tootch. Only they have the power to save the young Broflovski"

Kenny nodded slowly. "So, it's like them vampires in...Err, Italy in those Twilight books then?"

"Yes. However Kenneth, you and Stanley must find the Tootch yourselves. I cannot reveal any more information, or the young Broflovski's fate will be sealed"

Kenny nodded again, trying to be perfectly serious about all this.

"Thank you God" He replied, smiling, "Me and Stan will find the Tootch, just you wait and see"

God nodded, as he noticed the young immortal boy fading fast.

"Before you leave Kenneth, you must be aware, that on Heaven's schedule, Kyle has three days left to live. Hurry my child!"

That was the last Kenny heard before the light enveloped him, and he found himself back in his bed. He sat up, and raced down the filthy halls of his piss-poor home. Bursting through the door, he ran through the snowy pathways, desperate to get to Stan. Kyle didn't have much longer, and he had the information to save him. He had no time to waste!

A good ten minutes later, Kenny arrived at Stan's door. He rang the door, and was soon greeted by Stan, who gawped at him.

"Kenny? Weren't you dead? Oh God, you are immortal!" He panicked.

"Yes, and it is cold out here, so would you be so kind to let me in?" Kenny asked, quite pleased that someone had just remembered. It surprisingly wasn't as good as he had thought it would be.

Stan face palmed, and let the blonde in, closing the door behind him. He led the way up to his room, and flopped onto the bed.

"So…." Stan said awkwardly, imagining a turtle in his mind.

"Stanley, I have answers" Kenny smiled, making Stan jump up in joy, his eye starting to shine with joy.

"You see, each spell or curse has its own Head of Magic, and for you, we must find the Tootch"

"The Tootch?" Stan said, eyes widening in surprise, and slight wonder.

"Yea, that's all the information I got. I couldn't get any more, , it won't work. We gotta find it out for ourselves, apparently"

"Hey Kenny?" The black-haired boy asked.

"Yeah?" The Blondie replied

"Who the fuck is the Tootch, and how are we gonna find him?"

"That, my friend, is a good question"

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"Where am I?" Kyle's panicked voice whispered.

All around him was darkness. Not just that. It was also freezing cold. An icy coldness, colder than any winter in South Park he had encountered before.

He hunched his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around him. Not long after, he came to a realisation.

He was floating.

So, was that chappie good enough? Hope it makes up for my absence, and sorry for its shortness!

Cookixxx