The teacher's words went through one of Kenny's ears and out the other. Mr Garrison may have been a shitty teacher, but by god the man/woman could be entertaining. And his rants , constant changes in sexual orientation and gender identity, and whirlwind of relationships and mental breakdowns had reminded Kenny that no matter what he was, he wasn't Mr Garrison. What was the correct way to refer to a transginger before they transitioned anyway? He'd ask the principle, but he'd just beat the shit out of Kenny for not knowing the difference anyway, no use causing trouble.
But this new teacher, she actually taught things. Like actual school stuff, and not Mr Garrisons recaps of Game of Thrones. No now he actually had to learn actual history, without drunken dwarves, eunuch jokes, dragons or tits. Kenny especially missed the tits.
But on this day especially his mind was distracted. The Nascar world had just experienced it's very own 9/11. And Mysterion hadn't been their to stop it. He had turned his back. The officer had been right. He let his guard down and that bastard TP'd something he cared about. Well that would happen no longer. Mysterion would find out who that fucker was and beat the shit out of him.
"Kenny", it was their teacher,she had caught him staring off into space. "What is the sum of 12+9?" Kenny didn't know that. "Uhhhh". "The Sum of 12+9 is 21.", said Josh Mayor. "Why that is correct Josh", their teacher said. Saved by the nerd, Kenny thought to himself as the teacher continued on with her rambling. That Josh mayor was a good kid. Kenny didn't care much about school. He had more important things to worry about. Like that psyco on the loose.
He had called up the cops as soon after he had seen the footage of the attack. They would be leaving the case file under a bridge, Mysterion would collect it tonight, but from what they had told Kenny, their was no connection between the victims. The attacks were random. That was unusual. Most TP'rs went after people they knew. That's what Kenny and his crew had done to that poor art teacher and her family.
Completely random attacks, the cops paralyzed by fear, only a single superhero to stop him. This guy was sewing total chaos. Hmmm Chaos. He turned his head towards the back of the class. The kid seemed sullen, his hands were fidgeting at his sides. Douchebag put a reassuring hand on his back. Those two had grown really close during the Nazi Zombie invasion.
When Butters got angry, depressed he would often morph into a psychotic villain known as Professor Chaos. At first it had been harmless, and actually a bit endearing, if Kenny was being honest with himself. But then he had tried to blow up a hospital. Since then he hadn't put anything past this psychotic alter ego. No matter how close he got to Butters, he always had to remind himself that this seemingly sweet little boy could become a monster at any moment. After school they were going to play warriors and wizards. He could observe more their.