Texty text (SOUTHPARK!!!)

South Park
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Texty text (SOUTHPARK!!!)
Summary
Basically the texts of Stan + Kyle + others. There will be some real life writing tho!!
Note
Hello! This is the start of this fic and I’m quite scared to be honest. This chapter is short.THIS PIECE OF WORK IS GOING TO TALK ABOUT SOME STRANGE STUFF SO IF YOUR INNOCENT THEN PROBABLY DONT READ. There will be no, yknow though (Im a poet and I didn’t even know it) I STOLE THE NICKNAMES OFF ANOTHER POST BUT I FORGOT THERE USER SO CREDS TO THEM. ASLO MAJOR THING! THEY ARE 18 JN THIS COMICCC so DONT BE FUCKING WIERD
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CHAPTER 2- BUNNY

KENNY POV:

4 April 2023 3:55 pm

Hello.kitty: Kenneth! I need your help.

Thatpoormanrizz: please stop calling me Kenneth, it’s kenny!!

Hello.kitty: Oh okay! can you come round at 5pm? Before Tolkien’s?

Thatpoormanrizz: yeah, sure.

Hello.kitty: tysm! ilysm <33333

Thatpoormanrizz: love u 2 :)

Hello.kitty: =^•^=

Slowly, Kenny put his old broken phone into his front coats pocket. Did he really just say that he loves butters stotch? Jesus Christ, he must be getting really desperate. Sighing, he opened his bedroom door and quickly pulled up his hood. He quickly shoved some chapstick into his pocket, along with some lipgloss. This kind of beauty didn’t happen in your beauty sleep.
He quickly rushed into the bathroom and busted open the bottom cabinet. Just as he did, the door fell off its hinge.
Kenny may look like he’s worth a million dollars, but in reality he just stole everything.
He finally pulled out some mascara and topped it up. He was so tired yesterday that he fell asleep with his makeup on. He tried to find his makeup wipes in the pile of the makeup that he had been hiding with 5 bottles of aftershave. As he grabbed at something, some micellar wipes fell on the floor. He quickly picked them up. Looking up at himself in the mirror, he quickly wiped off the smudged mascara and threw the wipe in the overflowing bin.

He quickly picked up his phone and called butters.

“Well heya ken!” Butters bright, cheerful voice rang through the phone. But something was off. For some reason, this voice seemed forced.

“Butters? Are you alright?” Kenny quickly replied, applying lipgloss as he did so.

“Yeah, I’m just great! Anyways, are you okay? Why’d you call?” He told Kenny, and this time it seemed genuine.

“Uhm, I just needed to know which entrance I should come in. I also kind of need to talk to you.”

“Just come in my bedroom window so my dad doesn’t know you’re here. Oh no! I have to go… see you soon! ”

“Okay, I’ll be there!” Kenny finished, added a final touch of liquid blush.

It was no secret that butters dad abused him. Mentally? Yes. Physically? Kenny had a slight suspicion. He had seen cuts on butters arms if butters wasn’t wearing a long sleeved shirt. He had started doing that often.

Kenny quickly ended the call.

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