"Oh my god, they killed Kenny! You bastards!" Kyle looked at Kenny's corpse, which was pinned against the wall with a knife through his skull.
"Goddammit, this is the third time this week," Craig pinched the bridge of his nose as he pulled the knife from Kenny's skull, making the body fall face first onto the ground. He carried the body into an empty grave outside, which they had dug beforehand because Kenny dies all the fucking time.
"Oh god- gah!" Tweek's eyes twitched as he panicked. It's not exactly normal to see a corpse all the time, unless you live in South Park.
As soon as Craig came back and closed the door, he went to comfort Tweek.
"Don't worry, this happens all the time," Craig smiled slightly at the blonde.
"Alright. . ." Tweek stuttered, scratching nervously at his hand.
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Kenny was back again the next day as always, but this time he seemed extra annoyed.
"Hey dude, you alright? You look pretty pissed," Kyle commented while they walked home from school like usual.
Kenny shrugged. He was just waiting for tonight, which would be the most important thing of today.
"Alright, uhh if you say so. Well Craig, Tweek and I are heading to Craig's house later if you wanna join us." Kyle smiled a bit, the green in his eyes showing brighter in the dimming sunlight.
Kenny nodded, walking off in the direction of his house as the two split up and went their separate ways.
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"What should we do now?" Tweek looked around at the group, sipping a third cup of coffee.
"Mfrmfm mfr m mfr mfrh m mf (Maybe we should play hide and seek)?" Kenny suggested
"Good idea." Kyle smiled "Who wants to count?"
When no one answered, Craig hesitantly volunteered.
"I'll do it I guess." Craig stood up from where he was sitting and went into another room to count. "One, two, three. . ."
As Craig continued counting, everyone scattered; Kyle went into the bathroom and hid behind the shower curtain, Tweek went upstairs to the bedroom, where Kenny followed.
"Go hide somewhere else- gah!" Tweek gave Kenny a look of annoyance.
Kenny shook his head and hid under the bed, while Tweek went into the closet.
"Ready or not, here I come." Craig muttered.
Craig walked up the stairs and into the bathroom, pulling back the shower curtain.
"Found you, Kyle." Craig raised an eyebrow.
"Dammit." Kyle stood up and followed Craig into the next few rooms, and no one was found.
They got to the bedroom, and Kyle checked the closet. No one was there. Craig checked under the bed, and there was Kenny, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost.
Kenny crawled out from under the bed and pointed rapidly at the window. "Mfrm!! Mhmfm!! (Tweek! The window!)"
"Hey, calm down!! What happened?" Kyle looked at the window seeing the shattered glass. He peered down and saw Tweek's body, his limbs contorted in horrifying manners.
"Oh my god, they killed Tweek! You bastards!" Kyle's eyes widened.
"WHAT??" Craig ran to the window, his monotonous expression dropping to one of utter despair.
"SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!!" Craig demanded.
Kenny ran downstairs and got the house phone, dialing 911. As soon as the paramedics got to the house, they ordered the kids to stay out of the way while they put Tweek's body in a body bag. Soon Craig's mom got home, trying to comfort the three terrified children.
Kenny excused himself for a moment, and stepped into the hallway. He started smiling, uncontrollably so. Maybe this was a good thing. After all, he got his revenge.
VOUS LISEZ
Where's Tweek?
FanfictionKenny is tired of getting killed, so he does the killing. ((THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A JOKE BASED OFF OF A CRACK RP BETWEEN ME AND SOME FRIENDS, BUT I DONT THINK IT'S A JOKE ANYMORE))
