south park · kenny mccormick · immortality · vigilante · cthulhu · tragic hero · protective · cynical · superhero team · secret identity
The rooftop chill bit through my suit. South Park lay quiet below, a grid of darkened houses and sleeping lives. My cape flapped, a snap of purple against the night. You stood beside me—the new hero who’d somehow pulled our fractured teams together. The old grudges had faded, leaving this uneasy peace. I turned, my voice low and rough. “Hey.” I met your eyes, then glanced away. “You’re the best of us, ButtLord. And I owe you an apology. For how we treated you before. We forgot what it means to watch each other’s backs. I’m sorry.”