Lol, the last time I wrote a full South Park series, my laptop broke and I had to do it from my phone. Welp, same thing has happened again. I'm cursed :)

South Down: Thank you! I think my favourite one to write yet.

TriceTokushu: Mwahaha, I only love taking surprise turns. :)

GlitchQ: Glad you're enjoying it!

PsychicTitan: Ya, always like to make a mellow build up before the first twist in a story. Hoping you enjoy the rest!

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It wasn't enough to kill him, just a short trip to the hospital. Kenny knew death, that wasn't something trying to rid him off. Whatever Braxton and his little gang did, they were trynna scare the wits out of Kenny showing him something like that. At least, he thinks it was Braxton's fault.

It's not like Kenny could've done anything. He had no part in that cult. Braxton talked to him and Karen. Whatever it was, Kenny strained his throat raw from babbling that nonsense that the imagined PC made him say. He never remembered leaving the gym before waking up in the hospital. He was sent home eventually, but even the doctors couldn't identify a sure trigger for his seizure. They said maybe the crowd somehow triggered him. As if that ever bothered Kenny until now.

He'd gotten the day off school but was still trying to convince his parents to let him go play football with his friends. Even if that was a maybe to zero shot. He was rid to his room completely in recovery. Propping his feet against the wall while laying on his mattress and looking at the Cosmo he promised the lend to Clyde. When a knock came at his door, he shoved it under his pillow quickly out of habit. Kevin entered.

"Why're you home early?" Kenny pointed out.

"I couldn't focus." Kevin wasn't afraid to admit. "What happened yesterday?"

Kenny rolled onto his stomach and rested his chin against his arms. His siblings didn't know any more about his curse than his parents did, so it was a bust. "I don't know," he said before slyly adding, "it was kinda cool."

"It's not funny." Kevin said. "Did you sniff paint, again?"

"Paint's not that strong, dunce.."

"What happened?"

"I don't know," Kenny argued. He lifted himself by his palms. "I gotta go."

"Go-? Where!?"

Kenny opened his bedroom window, turning on his knees. "We're playing football."

"After that-!"

"Just cover me for a few hours?"

Kevin couldn't take his ignorance. If Kenny didn't want his concern, he wouldn't offer it. "God, whatever."

The knock at Tegridy came, and Randy went to open the screen door. Carol and Stuart stood there, evidently nervous over the issue but ready for an answer after waiting for too long and pushing their lie to the limits.

"Hey, guys," Randy greeted. "He's here."

They followed him in where Sharon put a drink tray down on the living room's coffee table. Offering some tea to her left where a grey-haired man with large spectacles and a green button-down sat. Peter Nelson looked over and stood up to offer his hand.

"Mr. and Mrs. McCormick."

Stuart was not impressed in the least. "Let's save the salutations.."

Peter slanted his lips, lowering his hand awkwardly. "Understood."

They went and took their offered seats across from the couch. Facing Peter and Randy as Sharon took the lone armchair. The ladder looked between the silent group with a slight unease, tapping her open palms against her knees.

"Could I get anyone something else other than tea..?"

"No, that's fine." Peter said. "Stuart, Carol, I'm sorry about what happened-"

Carol saved the man from having to say anything. She reached into her jean pocket and tossed a crumpled paper to the table, eyeing Peter to take it. He unfolded the piece carefully as Randy also peeked over. Reading the incomprehensible words; Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, ripped straight out of a quote from a library book.

"That boy's family," Carol said. "You know 'em?"

Peter nodded. "Harlan and Betty. I've known them since they lived in Colorado Springs."

Stuart leaned forward in his chair, resting his forearms on his knees. "They brought back that group of yours."

"It's not my group, really. I'm just a member compared to the elders and co-leaders-"

"You know what I mean," Stuart growled impatiently. "We met with them when Carie was pregnant with Kenny. That family and others show up in robes and Ken has a seizure? You fuckin' tell us."

Peter rocked in his seat precariously. "Look, I take part in the seasonal rituals. I've strayed from ones on outsiders."

Sharon looked between the exchange confusingly. "You let them perform a ritual...on your son?"

"I was pregnant, the doctor said he might be stillborn," Carol shook. "I had all the meds, but somethin' just didn't feel right. Like Jesus wouldn't answer my prayers.."

"It was a mistake.." Stuart muttered quietly.

"I can't say for sure, but," Peter asked. "Has it ever actually affected him? Like really?"

Carol scratched her pants nervously, looking at Stuart who just bit his tongue.

"Look I get it," Peter said. "I'm vowed to not say much, either. But as outsiders, you two will have to take it up with an elder or leader. I'm just a member. Hell, retired."

"The point in callin' you was to put an end to this!" Carol hissed as she jumped from her seat. Peter had no answer for her and she angrily lowered her tense body. "Fine. If those people want somethin', you tell them to come to us and not my babies!"

"That's not possible, ma'am," Peter said. "If you and Kenny were both parts in that ritual, they need to see it through with him."

"Let's go, Stuart!" Carol seethed, marching to the door as Stuart got up and shot a cynical glare Peter's way. Sharon and Randy followed the fuming couple as Carol turned to Sharon who attempted to calm her.

"You don't tell this to nobody."

"I won't, Carol. I won't."

Kenny hopped off his old bike when arriving at Stark's Pond. Dropping his wheels by the tree where the group's bikes rested. He headed to meet with the fourth grade boys tossing the football around on the green edge of the water near the road's open pavement. It was a late afternoon not that long after school, and Kenny wasn't gonna count on missing anything because of a seizure he'd been lucky didn't bring him to death this time.

Arriving at the group, Kyle completely stopped frozen after catching the football from Tolkien's throw. "Kenny?" The other boys turned. "What're you doing here?"

"Playing football?" Kenny said. He pulled out the rolled Cosmo from his back pocket and tossed it forward. "Here, Clyde."

The brunette boy caught it, smiling greedily at the cover. "Sweet."

"Dude, you can't," Stan said. "I just..don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?"

"'Cuz you got rabies and foamed at the mouth yesterday?" Cartman reminded, looking over Clyde's shoulder at the magazine he flipped through.

"It's fine, nothing I'm not used to."

Kyle blinked widely. "Have you had another seizure before?"

"No," Kenny dismissed. "Nevermind."

Kyle lowered the ball puzzlingly before tossing it to Butters. "Why don't you care that that cult family is after you when Mysterion did care?"

Kenny blinked at the random change of subject. "What does that have to do with this?"

"How are you so calm?" Kyle continued. "If that happened to me, my parents would have me chained to my bed by now."

"I didn't say they know I'm here," Kenny said. "Butters, toss me the ball."

Butters attempted to, but Stan interfered by diverting the catch to him and facing Kenny. "Dude, I don't think you're taking this as seriously as you should. Any of it."

A truck horn blared in the distance, disturbing the quiet of Stark's waters but the boys kept on track with their argument.

"I appreciate the concern," Kenny attempted to joke. "But, I'm fine. Trust me."

"How can we trust you?"

Kenny knew he wouldn't trust himself either if he said the truth. But it's not like they'd believe him if he tried to explain how surviving a seizure is nothing compared to coming back from the dead. The last time that happened it only made him look crazier than now. He might as well make up a lie and say seizures run in his family.

Then again, as the truck became louder in its approach, he considered another option.

"You don't have to," Kenny said. "There's a lot of...medical history in my family. Things like that just happen."

"And you never told us?"

"Do I have to?"

The truck horn blared, making Stan flinch. "Yes, we're your friends!"

As the truck got louder, Kenny felt like he had to resort to yelling. "Look, it's not like I died! It's just genetics!"

"Your parents seemed surprised by it!" Kyle shouted over the obnoxious horn and motor. "Didn't look genetic to me!"

"If it killed me, it wouldn't have mattered anyway!" Kenny yelled as the truck was near to passing Stark's.

"How could you say that!?"

"Because I've tried explaining it once and it won't help anything!"

"What does that mean?!"

"It means this!" Kenny's sudden hop to the street was too much for the boys to comprehend. He stopped in the middle of the headlights' glare and bloodcurdling horn, where the cries of horror from his friends sounded like whispers compared to the truck's blaring motor as the driver attempted to swerve but the bumper came intact with the little boy's chest. Enduring another brief playdate with death.

To be continued...