In Need of Glue
A South Park Fan Fiction
By Michelle Berger
Note: Was randomly inspired… So now, more chapters will be released than expected!
Chapter X
Pip could only stare at the four boys in shock. Butters, Tweek, Stan and Kyle. Butters, Tweek, Stan and Kyle. No Kenny could be seen. Stan groaned.
"Butters, you can't say stuff like that."
"Oh golly! Well, uh, why not, Stan?"
"Because you got his hopes up, genious!" Stan sighed before turning to Kyle and taking a bundle from Kyle's arms. Removing the orange scarf that was covering the object, Stan revealed to Pip an urn. Pip could only look to the floor sadly upon realising what Butters had meant.
"I hope you're not too disappointed… This is what Butters MEANT… Kenny's parents had his body cremated, they want him back, but we thought you'd like to see the ashes…" Stan offered the urn to Pip, who took it sadly and held the urn in his arms.
"Thank you Stanley…" Pip's voice was soft and sad, just as it had been for the last week, "Why don't you four chaps come in? I can make us all some tea…"
"Uhm…" Kyle looked to Stan. They had only had a couple days alone together as boyfriends, and though they had been planning to enjoy the rest of their Friday in the privacy of Kyle's empty house while his parents were away with Ike, they both knew what they had to do.
"Sure, Pip." Stan forced a smile and held Kyle's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before walking inside with him.
"Oh boy! Come on Tweek, why, Pip makes the best tea in town!" Butters walked in with Tweek by his side, who was twitching and squeaking even more than usual due to nervousness.
"Oh god! B-but I hate tea!" Tweek twitched as the four boys sat down in Pip's living room. Pip left the four to go to the kitchen and prepare the tea.
"Pip, do I have to have tea?" Tweek asked as he was forced to sit down, still twitching. Pip poked his head out of the kitchen, still holding Kenny's cremains in his arm.
"Well, I suppose not. Can I get you something else, then?"
"Oh Jesus, too much pressure! What else do you have?"
"Er, milk, water, orange juice…"
"Coffee? Gah!"
"No, no coffee I'm afraid…"
"What about ch-chocolate milk?"
"Hm… I'd have to check if I have any chocolate milk mix left…"
Stan began to laugh softly.
"What's so funny?" Kyle cocked his head at Stan.
"Nah, I was just thinking about that time when we were kids and Kenny died…"
"You're specific."
"No, I mean, the time he died of a terminal illness. Remember when Cartman thought his cremains were chocolate milk mix?" Stan laughed.
"Oh yeah! That was crazy." Kyle smiled. Pip was grinning.
"Oh, Tweek, I just bought chocolate milk mix the other week. I'll get you your drink right now!" Pip turned around and disappeared into the kitchen. Not too long later, Pip returned with a teapot and a glass of chocolate milk.
"The tea needs to cool off just a tad, but your chocolate milk is ready right now. I'll go get the tea cups for the rest of you chaps!" Pip pranced back to the kitchen as Tweek held his glass of chocolate milk, eyeing the grey-looking liquid nervously while twitching.
"That looks pretty icky…" Butters cautiously dipped a finger in the grey liquid. Kyle and Stan were too busy gazing at each other lovingly to pay heed to what the others were up to, or to notice the questionable chocolate milk.
Pip returned with the tea cups, setting one down in front of each boy with the exception of Tweek.
"Aren't you going to drink the chocolate milk?" Pip asked, sounding hurt by Tweek's reluctance.
"Gah! It's all grey! What if it kills me?"
"It won't kill you! Just make sure you drink every last drop."
"But it doesn't even look like chocolate! Oh Jesus!" Tweek twitched. Stan was leaning forward, about to finally kiss Kyle – something he had desperately been trying to do all day, but failing every time – When Kyle turned to see the 'chocolate milk' in Tweek's glass. Tweek had brought the glass up to his lips and had been ready to take a sip when Kyle jumped to his feet.
"Tweek, don't!"
"Gah!"
Kyle knocked the glass out of Tweek's quivering hands, spilling the grey contents all over the dirty carpet floor. Pip screamed.
"KENNETH!" Pip ran to the carpet and fell to his knees by the puddle, "Kenneth's in the carpet!"
"Jesus Christ…" Stan slapped his forehead as the realisation hit him. Kyle sighed as he entered the kitchen, returning moments later with Kenny's empty urn.
"Pip, how could you do that?! Now what are we supposed to do when Kenny's mom wants the urn back?" Kyle looked sadly at the frantic blond who was trying his best to get the Kenny milk out of the carpet.
"I just wanted Kenny back… I'm sorry!" Pip whimpered softly when Stan pulled him by his shoulders to his feet.
"Tweek, Butters, go get kitty litter to replace the ashes." Stan instructed as he helped Pip sit down. Tweek left in a hurry while shouting about how much pressure he was under.
"Pip, we know you miss Kenny. We all do. But you could have killed Tweek!" Kyle said softly, putting a sympathetic hand on the Brit's shoulder.
"But Kyle, it worked out for Eric, you said so yourself Stanley!"
"We had to get Kenny's soul out of Cartman, or it would have killed him." Stan explained.
"I'm sorry…" Pip looked down shamefully, "I just wanted to talk to him one last time."
"Pip, Kenny will be back. He's just taking longer than usual." Kyle gave Pip a small smile. Pip nodded his head slowly.
"I know, Kyle. You're right. I'll clean up the mess and just wait. I have to go to the store and pick up some soap for the carpeting, do you two mind staying here while I do that?" Pip asked, standing up. Both boys smiled and shook their head no. Pip went over to the small, wooden box in which he and Kenny had always left any spare change and gathered up just enough for some cheap soap before leaving.
As Pip walked down the street, he grinned to himself. His plan had worked perfectly, even for Tweek, who in the end didn't even have to drink the ashes of Pip's dearly departed childhood cat! Pip was thrilled with himself, although, his stomach was starting to hurt…
As soon as Kyle heard the front door shut, he didn't even give Stan a chance to move. Kyle was facing Stan, his legs around the dark-haired boy, sitting on his lap in seconds and kissing the shocked teen.
"Woaw, dude, are you…" Stan managed to say when Kyle pulled away to breathe, only to be cut off again by the redhead's soft lips.
"…Horny today?" Stan asked, panting quietly when Kyle pulled away from his lips, only to suck at his neck gently. Kyle's only reply was something along the lines of 'Mmmhmm', which Stan took as a yes.
Kenny moaned softly, his dream couldn't have been any better. Usually in Hell, his dreams were filled with demons, fire, blood and darkness. But, any dream with Pip in it was the opposite of such things. He was lying in bed, having just made love to the smaller blond. Pip was sweaty, panting and looking thrilled. Pip cuddled close and covered his neck in kisses.
Kenny leaned in to steal Pip's lips, but Pip brought a finger up to Kenny's lips, stopping him. Kenny looked at his partner with confusion, only to be answered with Pip's soft giggling and sliding under the sheets.
Kenny moaned again in his sleep as the dream got better from there. Kenny went to move the sheets back to see Pip's little blond head in action, only to find Pip gone. Kenny was waking up, to his horror.
Kenny opened his eyes to find his boxers around his ankles and the son of Satan giving him a hand job, a devilish grin on his face.
"What the hell, Damien!" Kenny glared at the darkhaired boy, pulling away from him quickly. Damien was shocked upon realising Kenny had woken up, but quickly regained his usual cool, calm attitude.
"Oh, hi Kenny."
"Dude, dude, NOT cool!" Kenny continued to glare at Damien, who smiled sheepishy.
"Sorry…"
"Sorry?! This belongs to Pip, remember?!"
"Well, you got dumped so technically-
"Shut up! I don't care if you're the son of Satan, I'm going to kick your- What the fuck?!" Kenny looked down at his hands as he realised he was fading away.
"…Kenny?" Damien's eyes widened as his friend slowly vanished before his very eyes.
Next Update: September 7th 2007