New Hero In Town

by PPchunks

AU (aka I didn't feel like sticking with cannon today) Kenny McCormick finds out that he has one of the worst superpowers there is, the ability to die over and over again. he decides to use this power for good and become a superhero to protect his family, his friends, and his town (Bunny and possibly bits of style and creek)

A/N

Ok, so this may have some mentions of gore, homophobia, transphobia, derealization, and possibly a lot of other stuff or none of the stuff I mentioned because I'm making this up on the spot. Also, I've kinda been way too obsessed with South Park but more specifically this AU version in my head and it's gotten to the point where a character's whole personality could be entirely different than the cannon one and it is somewhat inspired by some fannon stuff and jam-packed full of head cannons. Also, I'm sorry if it isn't consistent in the plot I mainly update whenever I feel any motivation to do so and I forget about the plot so I apologize in advance please point out any plot holes I'll try my best to fix them also again it's an AU that's kinda been evolving into its own entire thing in my head so backstories and the home life of characters may be exaggerated/slightly changed. Just wanted to let you guys know before reading. Also, I've seen a bunch of fics on here say this so I guess I should too, I do not own South Park I just like writing fanfic lol?

POV: Kenny McCormick

It was a typical day, just like any other. I was heading to my afterschool job, getting lost in thought as I kicked at a rock on the sidewalk. Out of nowhere, something hit me like a truck. No, literally I was hit by a truck, and not just a pickup truck or anything like that. I got hit by one of those big trucks that you get stuck behind in traffic with the ads on the side. After the excruciating pain, there was a brief moment of silence, pure nothingness, then I woke up. I was in my bed just as I was that morning. I didn't know what happened to me. One second, my guts were laid out on the street, like an ant that was squished under someone's finger. The next I was perfectly fine, lying in my bed just like nothing happened. Had I dreamt it up? Did I just sleep in? No that couldn't be it. It was nearly sunset, and I would probably have a bunch of unread messages from Stan, Kyle, and Leo wondering why I didn't show up at school. I lifted my blanket and looked in awe at my body that, a moment ago, was just a pile of blood and guts smeared on the crosswalk, but now it was as good as new. I still seemed to have the usual scars all over my arms and legs. My entire body still seemed to feel sore despite being healed. I could barely process what just happened. When I was younger, I remember having recurring dreams where I would die over and over again, they were really vivid too. I never paid too much attention to them though, I mean if those dreams were real I'm sure someone would've said something when I was back the next day. Besides, I haven't had dreams like those since elementary school.