Kenny's POV was chosen for several reasons. Kenny's the quietest of the four boys, but is by no means silent or boring. Plus, when it's his POV, we can comprehend what he's saying. Also, he and the new kid are the two main focuses of this story. Butters was chosen for a few chapters mostly because I thought it would be less boring than what Kenny was up to at the time.
Yup, things are in fact, starting to get more interesting.
My eyes flickered open once the pain was over and I was greeted by the familiar cracked ceiling of my bedroom. I sat up in the moonlight of my window, feeling well rested, and looked over at my alarm clock.
10pm. Well, there goes the rest of my day.
I didn't remember any layover time in one of the other dimensions, so I figured it was probably still the same day that I died. And no, that never gets any less weird to have to figure out.
I checked to see what I was wearing this time. Orange parka, zipped up. Old gloves. Dirty, holier than the pope shoes. Yeah, the usual.
I could hear my mom and dad fighting in the other room, screaming obscenities at one another about the kids, the rent, so on and so forth. My guess is they were out of pot and instead were on something worse. My sister was probably using the headphones and MP3 player I got her for Christmas, sleeping soundly, and my brother was probably at a friend's house, stoned or drunk or whatever, because I didn't hear him yelling at our parents to shut up.
My thoughts then drifted to my last memories before I died. Douchebag's words echoed in my mind, pissing me off to no end.
"You were killed."
What the hell did he mean by that?! Yes, of course I was killed. Which time are you referring to? Do you actually remember the other times I died in front of you? Like when that wolf ripped me apart? Or when that snake gave me Dire AIDS? And if so, why didn't you even react?! Or did you mean like, in game? Or did you mean my zombie was killed? Why are you telling me this? Is my dying making you attempt suicide? That's fucking retarded! It hurts my head! I hate when people aren't fucking clear! Why do I even like this guy on facebook!? He's such a douche!
It was probably the fates just messing with me, but I had to be sure. I had to know the truth behind that statement, behind Douchebag's suicide attempt. I had to know if they were connected. And I had to beat the shit outta him if he was killing himself over me dying, because that would be so fucking stupid.
There was some slim chance, some tiny glimmer of hope that the new kid could lead me to the truth. What is my connection to the Old Gods? What and who exactly am I?
I changed into my costume and headed out through the window into the moonlit darkness. If this kid wasn't going to talk to Kenny, he was definitely going to talk to Mysterion.