SodoSopa was blanketed with worn white strands of toilet paper. Somehow he'd even throw a length all the way up to top of The Lofts. Kenny couldn't help but be impressed by the bastard. He wondered if that lady from Zero Dark Thirty felt the same way about Bin Laden.
It was Mysterion's duty to guard and protect all, regardless of their lameness, but Kenny couldn't stop himself from feeling a certain joy at their misfortune. Maybe they'd understand what it was like to have a shithole for a house. The Mysterion part of himself sternly reminded Kenny that nobody deserved that.
The news said that the bandit had struck again. While the heroes were fighting each other he had attacked neighborhoods all over South Park. SodoSopa had been particularly hard hit. If Kenny had just stayed home he would have caught the prick.
At school, Kenny didn't pay attention to anything his teachers said, but that didn't mean his mind wasn't hard at work. The New Kid was probably not responsible for all this. Still, Mysterion had unfinished business with him.
Kenny tapped his fingers on his desk. He still needed to find out what was put with Tammy He'd read her text messages earlier in the morning and sent a reply. But she hadn't answered. Was she giving up on him too?
They were all giving up on him. Cartman was pointing over to him and laughing with Clyde and some others, ether about how poor he was or how he had aids. The New Kid just glared at him in that dead eyed creepy way of his. Stan looked at him like he was a piece of gum, while Kyle just seemed sad for him. That stung the most. Mysterion hated people pitying him. He was supposed to be the savior, not the one being saved.
A bit dramatic don't you think. Kenny jumped up in his seat in surprise, a chill running down his back.
"Is something wrong little boy?", his teacher asked with concern in her voice.
"Teacher Kenny just shit his pants", Cartman called out, to a chorus of laughter. "Eric stop bullying other students!", she yelled. "No mam I'm fine, Kenny said, slinking back to his seat sheepishly.
The voice had come from inside his own mind. It had not been his own. Somebody was in his brain.
Am I crazy? Kenny thought to himself. It certainly wasn't out of the question. After all the shit he went through on a regular basis, the crazy thing would be if he stayed sane.
Your not crazy Mysterion, or at least anymore than the rest of the people in this town.
Sweat permitted his face as he desperately tried to finish his math work, and ignore the voice. Okay your too busy to talk. Odd I never took you for the studious type. Very well. I'll talk to you after school.
The bell rang and the students streamed out of the classroom like turds out a sphincter. Once again Kenny didn't go straight for the lunchroom. Once again he searched the halls for Tammy. He couldn't find her this time.
Finally, as his stomach rumbled, he gathered up the nerve to ask three of the girls she used to hang out with. They were standing on the right side of the hallway talking to each other when Kenny approached them.
He greeted them awkwardly, to a chorus of eye roles and sounds of disgust. "Have you guys seen Tammy", he asked, feeling like he was tiptoeing across a floor with broken glass on it. "No she's absent. She said it was something about a doctor's appointment. Why do you want to know? Are you going to be a weirdo stalker like Eric Cartman?", she said with a slanted glance.
"No I just wanted to talk to her." He slouched down and walked away. "Stupid fourthie", he heard one of them mutter. "Yeah, you got that right", Kenny said to himself.
At lunch he sat down between Craig and Kyle. "Oh here he is everyone the hero of South Park Guardian and Protector of the Earth everyone, the only Coonfriend who actually matters, Kenny!" The rest of the Coon and Friends clapped sarcastically.
"How the fuck did you know about that?" Ok this is legitimately freaky, he thought to himself. "We received a message from Professor Chaos. It was a video so don't pretend you didn't say it." Cartman shot at him, spittle flying from his big fat mouth.
"You mean my phone?", Butters asked. "Yes you are Chaos, unless you've hired a dirty Mexican to do that job or something."
At the teachers lounge PC Principle felt a twinge at the back of his neck. "Ow my racism senses have been triggered." He rubbed the spot. "That's bad M'kay" said Mr Mackey.
"But I didn't have my phone. Somebody stole it. He must have sent you the video. Oh Jee Wiz somebody's using my phone for evil. And it isn't me." Butters was flustered. He had that I'm about to get grounded look to him.
"Ok wow. Ether way were still pissed at you", said Cartman. "Yeah your off the team", Stan chimed in. Timeh!, said Timmy. Kenny was sad, but not surprised by any of this.