Don't ask me where this came from, I just thought about what if Asia burned down, yes, I'm going to shit that badly.
Warnings: Cursing and some very interesting things.
Ages: 16.
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Kenny's POV.

I'm running. I'm not exactly certain of why I'm running but I'm running out of the way of people with thousands of torches. They're yelling that I'm a witch, keeping up with me too well for me to understand. I'm a fast runner! How the fuck are they keeping up with me?

"I'M SORRY!"

I make sure to go faster, jumping over a rock and from there down from it, pushing the rock before jumping on the other side.

"WITCH!"

I keep running, going into a cave of sorts to get away from it. It hurts like hell to keep running when my feet are pretty much shit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck."

The cave ends with a climb to get out. I take a hold of the rock in front of me, jumping up and up and up until I'm at the very end where I kick a part someone could use to climb down, rendering the climb I made impossible.

"COME HERE YOU WITCH!"

I run off from under the hole before speeding up even more, running through the forest on top of the mountain, my feet hurting like hell...wait am I doing barefoot?

"GET THE WITCH!"

I keep running, feeling the water underneath my feet as I run onwards, the water reaching my lower half completely before going back up. Shit, these'll be freezing soon and then running will be hard.

"WHERE IS HE?"

I climb up again, running even more. Fuck. Where the fuck am I?

"Are you okay, traveler?"

I look at the man. He shares a sticking similarity with Kyle, only different by the way of speaking and the clothing.

"Y-Yes. Just please, don't let them see me!"

Ky—is he Kyle? They are different enough to not match.

"Who?"

I slide down and hide in a small hole within the rocks.

"We're looking for a witch. He's light haired with sky eyes."

The man looks at the people looking for me.

"I'm afraid I saw him run past. Should I have stopped him?"

"Oh no. We need to go now!"

They run off and the man that looks like Kyle sits in front of the opening in the rock.

"Could you explain why they are looking for you?"

I shake my head.

"If I knew, I would."

He laughs slightly.

"We may need you to see a healer, your foot is bleeding."

I nod and he takes me by the hand, dragging me up. The pain overtakes me.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck."

He seems confused by the words.

"What land do you come from?"

I look at him.

"What land am I in?"

He laughs.

"You're in the safe space from witches and other magical folk, welcome to South Park."

I feel myself freeze. South Park? What the fuck has South Park become? No! What the hell is the rest of the world?

"Oooh. I've heard of it here."

"Really? South Park took forever to hide! It isn't a simple 'Oh I've heard of it.' Unless you are a resident, you cannot speak of South Park."

"South Park seems to leave my tongue just fine," I say.

He looks shocked before he takes a bow.

"Apologies, I didn't realise I was talking with a powerful witch."

I roll my eyes.

"Are you a witch yourself then?"

"No, I'm half fairy, half a form changer."

I blink for a moment.

"Witches as yourself are rare over here. I cannot wait to tell Stanley! We have a witch, a powerful one at that!"

Stan?

"Can I see this 'Stanley' you speak of?"

He nods and takes me into his arms.

"He's a healer, he can help your foot! I have to gather everyone here, we have a witch."

He actually carries me into a house.

"STAN!"

A man that shares the same striking resemblance but this time to Stan walks to us.

"Oh. Is he badly damaged?" Stan asks.

"No, just his foot."

"Put him down on the table."

I get put down.

"What are you then? Fairy? A form changer? Oh, maybe you're cursed?"

The Kyle looking man smiles.

"He's a witch!"

Stan drops a bottle of water into the sink.

"Kyle, you're mistaken."

"No, I'm not! I know it! I can feel it! He's a witch!"

"Oh my-! A witch?! This is incredible!"

I roll my eyes.

"I haven't seen a witch, ever!"

"I have, ages ago! What was it? 200 years ago?"

HOW OLD IS THIS KYLE CLONE?

"Of course you would have. I skipped all the fun, you fairies see the nice things!"

"And awful things."

Stan gets back to the foot. Before I can get a word out, a long noise comes from somewhere.
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"KEN! Fuck, get up!" Kyle screams.

I open my eyes, looking at both of my boyfriends. What the fuck was that dream? Felt really real, no matter the fact there were fairies and healers and all that shit. It didn't feel like a dream.

"KENNY! FUCKS SAKE!" Kyle screams.

I sigh and throw my parka on.

"STAN, GET UP!"

"SHUT UP, I WANNA SLEEP!"

I laugh and draw him up with the help of our angry bean, Kyle Broflovski.

"Hey um... where are we going again?"

"We have a project to do!"

I sigh and Stan just puts his hat on top of his hair, screeching slightly as Kyle hugs him.

"Stop being fucking bipolar!"

I roll my eyes as the two of them kiss. What the fuck was it with that dream?

"Ken. Want a kiss?"

"Sure."

Stan and I kiss and then it's turn for me to kiss Kyle Broflovski himself.

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I'm still going to shit but I decided to make the fucking stylenny. So um, that'll be a story, Kenny's dream sequence is an actual story I'm working on.
~Eko.