Kyle woke up the next afternoon, hardly any recollection of the sleepless night he'd had before. After finishing his daily routine of eating then showering and dressing, he made a grocery list and headed out to the local grocers. The wind had died down a lot compared to the night prior, still he kept his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked. It wasn't long before he had the odd feeling of someone following him. Out of paranoia, he kept looking back over his shoulder. The last time before he entered the grocery store, he could have sworn that he'd saw something orange shoot into the side alley.

"Hey Kyle." The blonde working the coffee stand twitched as he greeted the red head.

"Oh, hey Tweek, I didn't know you worked today." He smiled kindly at the scrawny blonde.

"I wasn't supposed to, Ack! But my dad had a doctor's appointment." Tweek stopped himself from pulling at his hair and instead sipped a coffee. Kyle continued to smile, slightly glad to see the blonde man was working toward breaking his hair pulling habit.

"Well, take care Tweek." Kyle waved and continued deeper into the grocery store.

If Kyle had looked back one last time before venturing deeper into the aisle of the store, he would have seen the immortal blonde who was now cursing himself for wearing his orange sweater. He cautiously entered the store.

"Tweek, can I borrow your sweater?" he asked as he leaned casually against the coffee booth.

"Gah! W-who are you?" Tweek twitched more violently out of shock.

"Tweek, calm down dude, it's me, Kenny." He turned to look at the blonde head on.

"McCormick? You're supposed to be-"

"Dead, yeah I know, can I borrow your sweater?" Kenny asked again, slipping out of his orange sweater.

"I don't know man, this is too much pressure!" he twitched again, reaching up for his hair.

"I'll bring it right back; I just need it for a little bit." Kenny smiled, hoping to charm his way into getting the sweater. Tweek jerkingly handed over his green sweater to Kenny. "Thanks Tweekers." Kenny smirked and slipped on the sweater, putting the hood up to shroud his face. Then he too ventured into the aisles of the grocery store. After a few minutes of searching, he finally found the red haired man he was looking for. He watched out of the corner of his eye, pretending to examine a can of soup, as Kyle looked at the different fruits displayed. Kenny's stomach twisted with nerves as he was torn between wanting to confront Kyle or just stay put. He sighed to relax himself and shuffled over beside Kyle. He purposely hit the shopping basket in the Jewish man's hand, making it seem accidental.

"Excuse me, would you mind moving over a bit? Theres enough room here you dont need to be so close." Kyle said, agitated at the stranger next to him.

"I'm sorry man." Kenny said, hoping that Kyle wouldn't recognize his voice yet also wishing he would. He shuffled over an inch.

"It's okay sir." Kyle said, returning his attention to the fruit display.

"The apples look nice." Kenny smiled to himself as he picked one up, its red peel shining in the white florescent lights. Kyle looked at the hooded man in confusion.

"Uh, yeah they do." He stuttered, not sure if the man was talking to him.

"This one's the same colour as your curls." Kenny smirked in his shroud, trying to stifle a laugh. Kyle's eyes widened and his cheeks burned with a blush.

"Okay dude, that's a little creepy." He said, shuffling away from the hooded figure. Kenny shrugged then left the fruit display and went down a random aisle. Kyle's heart raced from the encounter as he walked up to an open cash register, feeling more paranoid than when he had entered the store. After paying for his things, Kyle quickly left the store. Kenny dropped off Tweek's sweater and donned his own then followed after his childhood friend. Kyle turned 180 degrees to look behind him. Kenny froze in his tracks, having been caught by the red head he'd been pursuing. Kyle rubbed at his eyes, his grocery bags landing softly against his chest as he did so. The taller blonde took a chance and ran to the nearest alleyway, being as silent as he could while trampling through the snow. When Kyle brought his hands back down, the image of an adult Kenny was nowhere to be seen. "I'm losing my mind." He sighed and continued to his apartment, less paranoid than he had been before.

"Holy crap dude, that was close." Kenny panted, leaning against the cool wall of the store behind him. The familiar sound of a rat caught his attention and he looked down. "Son of a bitch!" he cursed as he saw his corpse, impaled by a large icicle. Not long after, he felt himself sinking to hell. When he had finally hit the warmth of his second home, he was greeted by a familiar face.

"Kenny, it's been awhile." The son of Satan smiled.

"Damien! Look dude, I need to go back." Kenny placed his hands on the raven haired man's shoulders.

"Why should I send you back so soon?" Damien crossed his arms over his chest.

"I have business to take care of!" Kenny whined, his eyes pleading the antichrist.

"If you beat me in a fiddle match, you can go." He smirked at the blonde.

"Dude! You know I can't play!" Kenny glared.

"Then I guess you're stuck here for the remainder of the day." Damien chuckled and turned away as Kenny silently cursed him. "Curse all you like, it won't do anything."

"Come on man, please?" Kenny begged persistently. The devil spawn stopped and looked at the blonde immortal.

"What's so important up there anyways?" his brow hitched.

"It's none of your business just send me back please!" Damien tapped his chin.

"If you tell me what it is that's so important, I'll send you back this evening." He grinned slyly. Kenny glowered at Damien. "Well? Are you going to spill or is it not that important?" his grin stayed menacingly on his lips.

"You're an asshole." Kenny sighed. "I had plans to meet a friend, that's all."

"A special friend? Perhaps even a love interest?" Damien smirked cheekily.

"What? No way dude, Kyle isn't like that." He retorted to the dark haired man's comment.

"Fine McCormick, I'll send you back but not until later."

"Thanks dude." Kenny said before they parted ways. He wandered for what felt like eternity, occasionally stopping to talk with the inhabitants of Hell.