Kenny POV

(Takes place as they are going to the sewers)

We must be fucking insane. There's no other reason we'd be doing this if we weren't!

Why did I agree to this crazy endeavor you might ask yourself? Partly my hero complex and part MY FUCKIN BOYFRIEND IS NOT GOING WITH THESE SHIT HEADS!

Yes, we're dating, but don't tell anyone. If Butters' dad found out his son was gay we'd not only not be together but he'd probably be dead, so I'd greatly appreciate it. Now, if Stan and Kyle would just come out of the closet we could go on double dates. I don't think I can take much more of Creek (They're basically just one person so let's call em their ship name), all Craig does is flip me off when I make suggestive jokes to Tweek.

We were currently walking down the street after we regrouped at Token's. Butters and I ran to his place to grab some old Professor Chaos things (Don't ask me what, I don't know. He still plays with that shit, I'm not one to talk though. Mysterion will always protect the people of South Park, apparently even from killer monsters) while the rest of those losers stayed behind.

Idea!

"The Loser's Club"

Everyone stopped in their tracks to look at me. "Huh?" Tweek said, balancing his travel mug with the supply bag. Who knows, maybe we'll get stuck down there with no cell service! I can only stay with these fuckers for so long before resorting to cannibalism.

"We need a cool nickname, and since we're all fucking nerds, alcoholics, and homosexuals, we'll call ourselves the Loser's Club (AN: This is something I think Kenny would say, this is not my actual belief)."

"I'd like to point out that I have a girlfriend," Token said as Kyle shouted "Nerds are the next world leaders," and Stan muttered "You drink one drink a day and suddenly you're an alcoholic…"

"Yeah, yeah, y'all tell yourself that. I'll give it to you, Token, you've held strong against our gay influence, but you will soon succumb! And Kyle, we get it, you want to be a fucking politician and Stan, don't even get me started, I saw you down a pack of White Claws last weekend and then profess your love for a certain ginger…." Stan clamped his hand over my mouth so I did the only right thing in this situation.

"Eeew, dude, what the hell?! Who knows what diseases you just gave me!" He rubbed his hand over his pants while the rest of us chuckled, even Kyle. I think we all needed this, a good laugh.

"Well, gee I hope I don't get sick too!" Butters chuckled. Whelp, that cat escaped the bag. Stan and Kyle looked at us in surprise while Token, Tweek, and Craig just stood there rolling their eyes.

"Don't worry I got all my shots!" I laughed, ignoring Butters' comment. "Now, c'mon, we need a cool nickname! And since none of us are actually cool…"

"You got that right, Loser Squad." A voice from behind us said. We all jumped and turned around, expecting the monster, but it was only that fatass Cartman.

"What do you want, fatass?" Kyle asked, some of the fire returning to his eyes. Cartman was standing there, looking just as stupid as ever. He still wore his hat and red jacket but added a chain necklace and what looked like a switchblade in his pocket. Just what we need, an armed idiot.

"I'm not fat you fucking Jew (AN: Again, how Cartman would talk!), maybe if you weren't so gay for Stan we could be friends. I do need someone to warm my bed after all!" He and his cronies chuckled. Clyde looked a little more like Cartman, with a large frame and stupid complexion. Surprisingly, that New Kid who was our "King" and farting vigilante joined Cartman's gang when we had that split. He never really joined in with the beatings, just standing there quietly. He still rarely talks but that doesn't stop girls, and some boys, from talking about him. He's suuuper popular on Coonstagram (Somehow that's still going even though Freedom Pals is over) and Facebook and don't even get me started on how sexy he is. I may be a taken man, but I can appreciate a fine ass. And good cheekbone structure, God he's hot….

"Hey!" Stan shouted, getting in Cartman's face, "You can fucking insult me, but where do you get off talking to Kyle like that?! His brother just died for fucks sake, give him a break!"

"Oh, standing up for your boyfriend, how sweet." Cartman sneered, getting on his tiptoes to look Stan in the eye. I seriously thought a brawl was going to happen before Craig of all people pushed them apart.

"Okay, bitch fight over. Leave us alone, Cartman, we've got better things to do."

Clyde moved forward and poked his finger into Craig's chest. "Oh, and what are you going to do about it?! You and your bitch…" And Craig punched him… damn my money was on Cartman v Craig or something.

"You hit me, you fucking hit me! Oh God I think you broke my nose!" Clyde said, his eyes tearing up and threatening to overflow. What a little baby, I'm surprised Cartman puts up with him. Cartman showed us the finger before throwing an arm over Clyde's shoulders and carrying him back to whatever shit hole they crawled out of. "You'll pay for this fuckers!" Cartman shouted over his shoulder. Wow, how original.

"What are you still standing here for, shouldn't you follow the leader like a good little gang member." Stan said, walking up to the New Kid. He wasn't so much new anymore as it was that we never learned his name...or we did we just don't care. Eh, he's kind of a douchebag anyway.

He turned towards Kyle. "Y..you see him t..too." He stuttered. Maybe that's why he never talked?

Kyle raised an eyebrow, as did everyone else. "See...who?"

"It. See it.." He said, just loud enough for us to hear him.

"We're not following you, dude, we need more to go on that 'it'." I spoke up, seeing as Kyle looked a little freaked out by this guy.

New Kid rolled his eyes. "You know what I . You've all seen something st...trange, something not ri..ight. I know your brother died, Kyle. Mine d..did too."

"I'm sorry to hear that but what does that have to do with us?" Kyle muttered, almost like he knew what the answer was going to be.

"It killed him t..too. You're going to s..see It, fi...fight It. But you're no..not ready. Come find me when you're done was...sting your time." He said before turning around and walking towards where Cartman and Clyde ran off to.

"Wait!" Butters yelled after him, "Sorry to ask, but...what's your name?"

"My name is…."

Authors Note: Cliffhanger! But I think you can guess who I made the New Kid. In the next chapter or two I'll explain his backstory so it'll all make sense.