(A/n: I wasn't planning on making a Halloween one-shot this year, but an idea came to me at the last minute, and it's about yandere Kenny. Again. My 'Why?" story/revamp of him being yandere I feel weren't the best, so I decided to give it maybe one more attempt.
Trigger Warning: kidnapping, implied homophobia, and directly expressed and implied suicide
Happy Halloween and I hope you enjoy! The South Park characters do not belong to me)
Stan isn't one to dwell on things that happened to him in the past, be it good or bad. He's all about forgiving and forgetting or forgiving but never forgetting. There's more to life than bearing a grudge, although it depends on how offensive the misdeed was.
Neither of those sensible principles fit the experience he underwent not too long ago. He shudders as if the temperature within the undecorated bedroom he is in dropped to the negative degrees. He tugs the blue blanket closer to his thin body, gazing at the evening sky through the window on his bed, lacking any fondness for the palliative view during the past couple of hours he's been sitting here. He hasn't even changed out of the nightclothes he slept in. It's scary how people can hide their true character so well, just so they can get what they want. But when they feel themselves losing their beloved, they don't hesitate to show what they're really like, willing to do anything to keep them in their clutches. The psychopath Stan used to date is the sole reason he recently developed a new personal philosophy: he will not ever forgive nor forget a person's transgressions.
He scowls. He despises the evenings. The colors the setting sun paint the sky and the ambience it brings remind him too much of his insane ex. But not in a physical sense.
He remembers it clearly, the day they first got together. It was around this time, and they spent their very first date enjoying the sunset at a park. The grass was smooth and comfortable to sit on, plus it offered a relaxing panorama of the pond. The next week, being this week, was the start of Fall break. They even came up with plans on how they would spend their short vacation together away from school, and were excited about them too.
But the heartwarming imagery shatters like brittle glass.
Stan exhales a shaky breath as he grips his blanket so tightly that his hands tremble, his dull sapphire eyes brimming with tears.
Three days.
They'd only been dating for three fucking days until he realized that the person he loved, the person he regarded as the embodiment of the sun on a clear day, was not sane in the head.
The first day was nice—great even, because no one was around to interrupt their little date at the park. They barely said another word to each other after they confessed their love for one another. Stan began to admire how the orange sun kissed his lover's blonde hair under its warm rays, the short strands swaying in the mildly cool breeze. Then he became enamored by glistening hazel eyes that were transfixed on the scenery ahead of them, and lastly, the lips that were in a content smile.
"I can feel you staring."
The blonde's voice was low and seductive, which put a blush on Stan's cheeks.
Stan was not embarrassed because he got caught, there's no shame in being smitten with your lover. "Not my fault you're so beautiful." His flattering remark earned him an amused chuckle and a peck on the lips.
They stayed there until dark, then got into a frivolous argument as to who would walk the other home. In the end, Stan won.
Remembering that unforgettable day forces the tears to spill from Stan's eyes, heartbroken, though he's felt this sentiment for days now. As well as immense hatred.
The second day, Stan was oblivious. He did find it a bit weird that his boyfriend knew where his home was that morning, but brushed the feeling off when he was told that one of his friends told him where he lived.
When they got to school, their relationship was made known when Stan is kissed on the cheek by his lover before they went their separate ways to class. It was done intentionally, not that it bothered him. He listened to the conversations that sparked after their brief display of affection, pleased that some were supportive, but felt a flare of anger at the blatantly homophobic ones. He thought it was best to ignore the latter bunch, primarily for his sanity.
"Stan, he is not who you think he is."
The noirette eyed Kyle as if he had just spoken to him in a different language. Their desks were stationed close together. "What do you mean?"
Kyle's lime-green eyes darted around, glancing inside and outside the classroom. Stan could tell that he was genuinely nervous, which made him a little worried. Once he deemed that the coast was clear, Kyle whispered, "Kenny is crazy, and I mean that literally."
Stan regrets not believing Kyle sooner.
That same day, no one blathered about Stan's and Kenny's relationship anymore.
The third day, Stan didn't see the redhead in their first class. Instead, he found out the reason his boyfriend was so chipper that morning—they now shared another class together. Stan was just as happy about this sudden development, though it gave him the impression that Kenny and Kyle had swapped classes, which confused him. He wasted no time asking Kenny why he and Kyle switched classes as soon as he sat down next to him, but Kenny told him that they did no such thing. This puzzled Stan even more.
Come time for their next class, Kyle didn't show up.
Kenny did.
By that point, Stan figured Kyle was just absent today. He's not one to ever be tardy, he's a very punctual student.
The next class also had Kenny in it, but it was no surprise seeing him in their last class.
Stan was curious how Kenny managed to have every single class with him all of a sudden. On their way home from school, Stan decided to ask him.
"That's a secret."
Stan didn't know what to make of that answer, even with the teasing grin on Kenny's handsome face. Just when Stan was about probe further, Kenny asked, "Do you wanna come over to my house?"
"Your parents won't mind?" Stan asked.
"I live alone, so no." The smile vanished when Kenny spoke those words.
Stan didn't know that. Well, since his parents won't come home from work till later, he saw no harm in spending a few extra hours with Kenny. They could get to know each some more during the meantime. "Sure, I'll come over." He blushed, realizing that it would just be the two of them in Kenny's house.
"Sweet."
Stan grimaces, wanting to throw up. It was not sweet at all. Going over to that guy's house was the biggest mistake of his life. There, he uncovered Kenny's dark side. His sunny disposition was nothing but a facade.
Kyle...was right about him.
Kenny trapped Stan within his home like a mouse, the bait was a simple, harmless question Stan didn't think to turn down. Stan couldn't escape, and no one could help him. Kenny made absolute certain of that. He destroyed Stan's smartphone, and eventually got rid of the rest of his friends and family discreetly. Stan was devastated when he found out that Kyle was the first to be killed.
"You're right where you belong, Stan. By my side, and nowhere else."
Stan gasps. Kenny's voice sounded so clear in his ears that he thought the blonde was right next to him.
Releasing a deep breath, he focuses on the window. Through his blurry vision, he can tell that it's nighttime.
"You're not thinking about jumping out the window, are you?"
Stan jolts at the close proximity of the voice. He snaps his head around to look at the familiar person, but a finger is gently placed over his lips before he can utter a word. He knows for a fact he locked the door, something he always did even though it's a useless tactic to keep him out.
"Shhh." The other hand is used to wipe off the tear smears on his cheeks. The tender movement of each caress agitates his insides. "Why were you crying? You know I hate seeing you cry."
His eyes narrowing, Stan smacks the hands off of his face. "If you really cared, then you wouldn't have locked me in your house!"
Kenny frowns. "I've always cared about you. It's just..." He smiles. "My way of caring is a lot different from others."
Stan's glare wavers, but doesn't disappear, it just became less fierce. "You're fucking crazy."
"Aww, I love you too," Kenny says, his smile broadening.
Stan doesn't have the energy to vent his abhorrence, and it shows. His dispirited gaze drops. Fighting proved fruitless the instant he tried to regain his freedom. Kenny is stronger than him.
Stan feels his head being lifted by the chin, then warm, soft lips coming into contact with his own. He doesn't reciprocate, he refuses to. He's just a caged animal to this lunatic, doing whatever he pleases with him whether he complies or not.
Kenny breaks the kiss, staring lovingly into Stan's eyes, as if captivated by the deep blue color of each iris. "I'm gonna go cook dinner." He leaves the room.
The urge to vomit returns, but Stan has nothing in his stomach to spew out. He hasn't eaten the past six days he's been held captive here. It's agonizing how long it takes to die from starvation.
He numbly looks at the window again.
Perhaps...he should jump out of it, let the long fall put him out of his misery...