I Suicide TW!

Kenny McCormick leaned against a locker, feeling even emptier than he was before. The world was black and white ever since his heart was torn out and stomped on. Kyle was the only thing that made him feel happy; he made him feel alive. And now, he was no longer in Kenny's life.

He hated Kyle for that, but only for a little while.

He knew damn well that none of this was the fault of his dear little Jew. The one-wait, ones-to blame were the grey students passing by him, chanting about the pep rally. Marjorine held up her colorless pom-poms with pride. "Tonight's the pep rally!" she beamed, "so let me hear you sing! Heyo South Park!"

"Tell me what's that sound?" the collection of students and teachers cheered behind her. Kenny rolled his eyes at the sudden display of harmony in the hallway. Wasn't it only a few days ago that Marjorine tried to kill herself because people were bullying her, mostly that bitch known as Wendy Testaburger? And now everyone was singing together during classes, showing off their school spirit.

What a bunch of tools, Kenny thought.

Speaking of Testaburger, there she was, following the crowd with a smile. He smirked, just who he needed. He walked over to her and grabbed her arm, pulling her to the side. She narrowed her eyes and forced herself out of his grip, "What the hell! Why did you do that?"

He didn't respond to her, he only reached into his back pocket and took out a piece of paper, handing it to Wendy. She grabbed it and cocked a brow, seeing nothing but numbers on the page. As she read it over, Kenny explained himself, "It's a petition to help stop teenage suicide. Don't you want to support a good cause? Or are you gonna be the exact same bitch you were during the broadcasting?" He felt pride when he saw Wendy cringe at the memory of that event.

She frowned, "I know that wasn't my best moment, I was pissed ok? I didn't mean to make Marjorine attempt to commit suicide. But as much as I'd love to help you with something like this, why can't you just do it yourself if you care so much?" Kenny laughed and reached into his back pocket, making Wendy flinch. Was it a gun, a knife? A taser? Maybe it was a weapon that she didn't even know existed! She knew there was something wrong with Kenny, why did she talk to him? Now she was going to-

She stopped thinking to herself when she saw Kenny pull out some photos. He handed them over to her with a smile. Wendy gasped when she saw the content: all were pictures taken back when she and Twitchy Tweek were friends. Back in kindergarten, they were almost as close as him and Kyle. Eventually, she left him to rot, but it didn't damage him too much, seeing as she wasn't number one.

Still, if word got around that they once hung out, she would lose everything.

She switched the pictures back and forth, panicking. "H-how did you get these? Did Kyle give them to you?" she asked nervously. Kenny chuckled and swiped the pictures from Wendy, making her even more of a mess than she already was. "Give them back!" she ordered him, desperately reaching for the blackmail in her threatener's hand. He held them up until Wendy got tired of groping at nothing.

"Listen Wendy, Bebe, Craig and Clyde may be gone, but that stunt you all pulled with Kyle proved to me that there are plenty of people in this school who are more than capable of spreading rumors faster than those three ever could. Unless you don't want me to give these pictures to, I don't know, Red Tucker, you're going to make very single kid in this school sign this damn piece of paper, you got that?" Wendy laughed nervously at the threat, despite the fact that she knew Kenny would do it.

"I-I'm not doing your dirty work for you. So please, fuck off," she retorted. The blonde looked at one of the pictures and smiled.

"Red is going to love this picture of you and Tweek dressing up as eggs and bacon for Halloween."

"Fine I'll do it!" she screeched, "but I highly doubt that people are gonna sign this. After all, not many people in this school care about suicide." She turned around, not looking back at Kenny as she said her final words to him.

"Just like not many people care about Twitchy Tweek."

Later, Tweek was at home, thinking about the words that he overheard earlier.

"Just like not many people care about Twitchy Tweek."

He hugged his pillow; Wendy was right. No one cared about a loser like him. Not even Kyle could stand to be around him anymore. Everyone, Kyle, Wendy, Craig, everyone just wanted him out of their lives. It wasn't enough that he was a social outcast.

He looked up at the paper he wrote on Monday when Kyle told him the truth. There it was, lying on top of all the junk in his trash can in the form of a ball. He walked over and picked it up, staring at it for a moment before shoving it into his pocket. He grabbed his jacket and rushed down the stairs, leaving his house. Thank god his parents had a late shift today or they would've interrogated him. He walked down the streets of his small mountain town, making his way to his own personal hell. "Hello Tweek!" an elderly woman greeted. He kept on walking.

Dear South Park,

Kindergarten was the best time of my life. It was all fun and games, we had a class pet, and I learned the alphabet that year. But the greatest thing that ever happened to me, was meeting my kindergarten boyfriend.

I will keep his name anonymous, as I don't want to call anyone out. But let me tell you, he was the sweetest person I have ever met. He said that I was smart, he was good at sports..no wonder people liked him so much.

Keep walking Tweek, they don't care about you. No one does; think about what Kyle did to you. He did it because you're nothing but a burden, a clingy piece of garbage that he couldn't seem to get rid of. Help him out.

We shared a mat that nap time once, it's not like I slept though. He was lying there so peacefully, I couldn't help but watch until he woke up an hour later.

And how could I forget the moment on the kickball field? He pulled off a scab on his arm, kissed me, then pressed it in my hand. I'll never forget the toothy grin he gave me as he ran back to his friends. They questioned him, "Did you just kiss Tweak Tweek?" I remember smiling when I heard his response.

"Of course I did, why wouldn't I kiss my boyfriend?"

But when first grade came, it was all over. People grew critical of our relationship. As a result, my kindergarten boyfriend was demoted to a friend, then to a person I spoke to on a rare occasion, to nothing. It was over.

You're almost there Tweek! Keep going, everything will be ok eventually! People will be happy after this, it's all good!

Is it really though?

I saw him in my dreams last night. A pegasus flew down into my homeroom. On its back, there he was, reaching for my hand. I hopped on, and it was all paradise. We soared above this god forsaken town; from the highschool to the ends of the Scuttlebutt sighting from years ago. I was in kindergarten again.

But now we're all grown up. We know that certain kids are for kindergarten, and certain kids are meant to be alone. I've always been told that any dream worth having is a dream that doesn't have to end, and to this day, I still believe it. So I have decided to build a dream that I can live in, one where I never have to wake up.

There it was, South Park high school. He entered the building, knowing that since there was a student council meeting today, no one would question his appearance. He went up, up, up the stairs until he saw a ladder. This was it. His shaky hand grasped the cold metal bar.

Don't climb Tweek, maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Then again, no one ever listens to you.

He bit his lip and made his way up slowly. He reached the roof top, hesitantly making his way to the ledge. The town was so small from up here. He saw everything, from his kindergarten to the mountain up ahead. Tweek reaches into his pocket and took out the note, uncrumbling it.

And that's why I've decided to build a new kindergarten just for me, where nap time is centuries long.

He took a deep breath and jumped.

Tweek Tweak

"I did it!" Marjorine squealed when the croquet ball went under the hoop. "Did you see that Kyle, I did it!" Kyle laughed; he knew that life was beautiful. It just took time and patience.

He smirked and walked towards his ball. "Well little lady, I will strike back as soon as I hit this ball," he said in a fake cocky tone. Marjorine giggled, then stopped. Her eyes turned dull and lifeless. He frowned, "What happened?"

She pointed at Kyle's porch door. Wendy was standing here next to Kyle's mom. He grit his teeth and held Marjorine's hand protectively. "Bubbeh look! Your friend Wendy has come to visit," Sheila said excitedly. Wendy bit her lip and stepped forward hesitantly. Sheila smiled, "I'll go get you girls some cookies. Don't go anywhere!" She walked back inside, leaving the four of them alone.

Wendy smiled. "H-hey guys, missed you after eighth period...again," she muttered.

"We're avoiding you," Kyle responded, making Wendy cringe. Marjorine narrowed her eyes.

"Yeah," she confirmed, "what you did to us sucked." That was when Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Don't act so innocent Marjorine. I know how I made you feel and I'm sorry, I really am. But you went along with the whole three way thing just like the rest of us." She didn't respond, making Wendy scoff. "That's what I thought," Wendy continued, "now that I have your attention.." She took out the petition Kenny gave her and handed it to them, along with a purple ballpoint pen.

Kyle watched as Marjorine signed without reading it over and handed the pen and paper to him. "What's this for?" he asked.

"To stop suicide," Wendy explained, "your boyfriend gave it to me." Kyle flinched. He handed it back to her, lacking any source of hesitance.

"For your safety, please stay away from Kenny. He is not what you think." The two girls in front of him cocked a brow. It was only a few months ago that Kyle wouldn't stop drooling over the mysterious blonde in the trench coat.

Wendy cleared her throat. "Huh, whatever then. I'll just forge your signature like I forged Tweek's." She grabbed the pen from Kyle's hand and started writing.

Kyle didn't pay much attention to it until he replayed Wendy's statement in his mind. "Wait a minute, why would you need to forge Tweek's signature?"

She frowned, "You didn't hear what happened to him?" He shook his head. Marjorine squeezed his hand in fear. Wendy sighed "Kyle..your ex-best friend jumped off the high school roof last night holding a suicide note." They gasped simultaneously. Marjorine teared up and cried on her friend's shoulder.

"Tweek I'm so sorry…." she sobbed. He stood there like a statue, processing the news slowly. He looked at Wendy with pleading eyes.

"Is he dead?" he choked out. Wendy gulped.

"No, just some broken bones."

"What are people saying?" he asked, hugging Marjorine to calm her down. She grew quiet and hugged him back, staring at Wendy again. The girl looked away in shame.

"They're saying that he's just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably…" She frowned, "I'm sorry Kyle.." She walked back to the porch door and left.

Marjorine stared up at Kyle. "Ky?" she asked softly, "do you want me to take you to the hospital?" He shook his head and grabbed her shoulders.

"I want you to go home and get ready. I'll see you tomorrow." She nodded sympathetically and gave him a platonic kiss on the cheek.

"Feel better Ky, I'll pray for him."

He smiled softly, "Thanks Marjorine." The blonde grinned and exited the same way Wendy did. As soon as she was gone, he jumped over his backyard fence and ran to the hospital. The further he went, the more he felt the ghostly vibes of his three worst enemies.

"Yo, Kyle, keep it together. We all knew that you would come far," Craig taunted as the red head stumbled over his own two feet trying to get there. He floated next to him. "Now you're just like Bebe! Isn't that what you wanted this whole time?" He growled and burst inside of Hell's Pass Hospital, nearly tripping over the front desk after running into him.

The secretary cocked a brow as he painted heavily, holding his stomach. He looked up, "Tweek Tweak!" She looked over a sheet of paper.

"He's in Room 204." He nodded and ran to 204 as fast as he could, bumping into a few doctors on the way. He apologized over and over again, but deep down, he didn't care. He just wanted to see Tweek.

His shoes skidded when he recognized the numbers 2, 0, and 4 on the door of a hospital room. He pushed it open and gasped at his friend's condition.

He was resting with two casts on his leg and one on his right arm. He was wearing a breathing tube. Next to his bed was a black wheelchair. Kyle ran to the bedside. "Tweek...I didn't want this, not for you! You were innocent, you did nothing wrong," he choked up, laying his head on the bed. "I'm so fucking sorry…"

"I can tell you want to punch something right now," Clyde said, making Kyle shoot his head up. He glanced at the corner of the room. "After all, he's not looking so well," he said, gesturing to the hospitalized blonde. Kyle walked out the room without a word.

When he exited the hospital, Bebe continued from where Clyde left off. "But still! We know you've earned that red scrunchy. Why don't you just yank it off Wendy's hair and join me in Hell?"

"SHUT UP!" Kyle yelled. He ran all the way home. Bebe still taunting him.

She smirked, "Honey, I'm only telling the truth. You're like my twin. Kyle Broflovski? Who's that? I only know Kyle Broflovski. You know what I'm saying?" They laughed maniacally as Kyle entered his house. He was confused to see his family sitting on the couch as if they were waiting for him.

His mother gestured to the single chair next to the sofa. "Kyle, sit down, we need to talk to you," she explained. He raised a brow and sat down. She sighed, "Bubby, where were you? We were worried sick!"

Before he could respond, Ike interrupted him, "Yeah, especially after your friend Kenny McCormick stopped by." There was that name again. Something was going on here.

"Why were you so worried? What did he tell you?"

Gerald frowned and handed Kyle Wendy's copy of Moby Dick. He opened it, only to be horrified at the content. Kenny wrote all sorts of sticky notes by "Kyle", all of them making it seem as if Kyle were suicidal. He flipped through the pages slowly. Gerald frowned, "Your depression, your thoughts of suicide, he even showed us that book you're always reading."

"He's got your handwriting down cold!" Bebe commented. She was right. Everything was written the way Kyle would do it, from the letter shapes to the wording, the writing was spot on.

"Please talk to us Bubby! I've experienced everything you're going through."

"Guess who's right down the block?" Craig commented. He flipped the pages slightly faster, wondering why Kenny would go through all this trouble.

"Your problems seem like life and death."

"Guess who's climbing a ladder?" Clyde informed him. Faster. He recalled what Kenny had done when he killed Bebe, Craig, and Clyde. A suicide note forged in their handwriting. But now he had written down Kyle's thoughts, or at least what appeared to be. What did it mean?

Wait a minute.

"Guess who's picking your lock?" Bebe asked. If Kenny went through all this trouble, then that meant…

It hit him.

Kenny was gonna kill him and make it look like a suicide.

"I promise they're not," she assured him.

Knowing that his time was running short, he yanked his hand from Sheila's grasp. He stood up and shoved the book in his father's chest. "You don't know what my world looks like!" he yelled, bolting towards the stairs. He felt his heart skip a beat when the ghosts warned him,

"Time's up! Go say your prayers."

He couldn't see anything but the door at the end of the the staircase. Every single step he took seemed to make the door go farther away. Bebe cackled at his terror, "What's the matter Kyle? Don't you trust him?"

He kept running and running until he got a grasp of the doorknob. A sigh of relief escaped him as he turned it to the right. But when he stepped inside, the relief was gone.

Kenny sat on his bed, tracing the edge of his gun. When he saw a shoe in the corner of his eye, he smirked and looked up at his ex. "Oh hey babe," he greeted, "sorry for coming in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know." Kyle stared at him blankly before making a break for his closet. Kenny, caught off guard by the sudden movement, failed to catch his beloved before he went into hiding. Kenny frowned. "Hiding in the closet? Come on…" He leaned against the door, "Just unlock the door and let me in-"

"No! I-I'll scream, my parents will call the police," Kyle threatened. "You can't hurt me or anyone then." He shivered at the light chuckle from the other side.

"You thought I was gonna kill you? Well, you're only half right honey; that was the original plan. You can trust me when I say all is forgiven. So come on out and get dressed, you're my date to the pep-rally tonight." Kyle narrowed his eyes.

"One, you've lost my trust a long time ago. Two, don't call me honey, we broke up. Three, date? What date?"

"Well our classmates thought they were signing a petition," he started. Wendy's visit earlier immediately came to Kyle's mind. He banged his hands on the door, startling Kenny.

"What the hell did you do?" he asked darkly.

"Nothing much, just made them sign something that I'm stapling to a forged suicide note," the blonde answered innocently. Kyle could feel his body freeze at those last three words. He was going to kill everyone he knew. Marjorine, Tweek, they were all gonna be dead. Kenny took out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it neatly. "Here let me read it to you. Ahem. We, the students of South Park High, have realized the flaws of the terrible world we live in. So we have decided to commit a mass suicide. Maybe our burnt bodies will get through to you, who knows? After all, all your society does is promote slaves and blanks. To that, we say no. SIgned, the students of South Park High." He shoved it in his pocket. "Goodbye!"

"Kenny please," Kyle begged, "don't shoot them! You'll run out of bullets anyways.."

"Sweetheart, I'm no idiot. It took awhile, but I built a bomb just for those assholes who took you away from me." His eyes widened at the nonchalant tone in Kenny's voice. This man was talking about nothing less than mass murderer, and all of it was for him, Kyle Broflovski.

"Why are you doing this? It isn't right!" he argued.

"Because, I was meant to be yours." Kyle gasped. If he didn't do something, hundreds of students would be killed in vain. He couldn't let that happen-wait a minute. The long white bar holding his clothing gave him an idea. It was risky, but at this point, he had long since crossed the line of danger. He looked at the door and took a deep breath, standing up and taking off his blazer.

Kenny played around with the door knob nervously, laughing humorlessly this time. "A-and you were meant to be mine, right? I mean, you were the one who wanted to know my name. You w-were the one who flirted with me at the 7-Eleven...You were the one who sneaked into my room, asking me if I wanted to sleep with you not for pleasure, but because you said I was b-beautiful…" The door knob shook more violently, "Y-you can't just leave me to bleed when you were the one who opened my heart…"

When he didn't see a small boy shyly peeking out, he panicked and banged on the door. "KYLE! Kyle, please open up...at least open it up a crack. Please, I don't wanna fight anymore," he said in a soft, vulnerable, almost childish voice. He smiled, "I know you're scared Kyle, I've been there before! I can help you!" He heard nothing; no retaliation, no moving, not even breathing. He was so talkative before. Now, he wasn't uttering a peep.

"Ky?" Kenny asked worryingly, "you still there?" Once again, there was no response. Kenny had enough. He took out his gun, shot the doorknob, and kicked the door open. What he saw made him feel immediate regret.

There was his dear Kyle's corpse hanging from the clothing line. Hangers, jackets and shirts littered the floor. He even went through the effort of using his own blazer to do it.

Kenny had no words at first. He walked towards his ex with water growing in his eyes. "Oh my god...no...Kyle," he hugged the body and sobbed. "Please, wake up...you were my world…." Drops of water fell to the floor as images of Kyle's smile flashed through his mind. That sweet, innocent smile, that dorky laugh that he couldn't resist, that strong mindset. All of it was gone.

"I can't do this alone…." He looked up at Kyle's freckled face, now filled with a source of trauma. He clenched the back of his white button-up shirt, realizing that none of this would've happened if the people at South Park weren't so terrible. His face darkened. "Still, I will if I must…."

"Kyle!" Ike called out from the hallway, "Mom says that dinner's ready." enny whipped his head around and took this as his cue to leave. He rushed out of the closet and climbed out the window, shutting it from the outside.

Ike walked in, "Kyle?" He noticed the closet door open. Biting his lip, he walked towards it. When he peeked in, he screamed.

"KYLE!"

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