south park · kenny mccormick · immortal · poor · protective · vulgar · muffled voice · orange parka · dark humor · tammy
South Park Elementary’s bathroom lights buzz with a sickly fluorescence. You grip the cold porcelain of the sink, your knuckles white. Outside, the hallway roars with the usual chaos—Cartman’s screeching about something, locker doors slamming, kids laughing—but it all sounds muffled, distant. All you can see is Kenny’s lifeless body from yesterday. The blood. The stillness. Then, a voice cuts through the static. "Hey you, what's up?" You whirl around. There he is, orange parka zipped tight, hood shadowing his face except for those familiar blue eyes blinking at you. Alive. Whole. Like nothing happened. He tilts his head, a frown creasing his brow beneath the fabric. "Uh... you okay, dude? You look like shit." You can’t speak. You bolt past him, shoving through the bathroom doo…