At first this was a one-shot but the one-shot turned into like a 15,000 word page that I was STILL ongoing and I thought that was too long to be called a one-shot, so yeah D8

I've been doing a lot of one-shots lately to improve my writing skills so I made a bet with myself that whatever song came up first when I pressed shuffle, it would be the song that I would use for the inspiration of a new one-shot. Fortunately the song happened to be "Invisible" by Otep, (if you like Evanescence, you'll like Otep too :D...maybe :P) and I was easily able to work it into a Kweek (Twenny) story.

I tried to make this long-shot (lolz at my new word xD) as canon as possible but I just couldn't tell if everyone knew or not that Kenny died because in the Coon and Friends junk they said they didn't but in previous episodes the characters would say stuff that hinted that they knew Kenny could die like "No you can't eat him, he's not dead yet!" or "Oh come on! Who didn't see that coming?" so it really confuses me... :/

But whatever, I went with the Coon and Friends theory that they didn't know he could die.

So enjoy this short first chapter, I'm already done with the whole story so I'll put up one or two chapters a day whether I get reviews or not, so no worry on having to review unless you feel like it (though it still would be awesome to get reviews! :D).

You're so lovely when you cry.

You're so perfect when you lie.

You can be my crucifix,

Hold me up to watch me die.

Can't you see?

I'm invisible...

The sight was abnormal to some outsiders but to others (more likely the people who lived in the town itself), it was an ordinary everyday occurrence even though they didn't know it. An empty street bordered with poorly cared for overhead light posts with their dim light bulbs seeming to look like they were having a debate on whether they should flicker their last shine of light or to just finally die out with the stars they tried to outshine every dark night. The weather chilled any person to the bone, whether you were used to it or not. Such a cold atmosphere this town had. It felt like a curse... with the never ending grey snow and black ice slithered these same streets but that's not what made it seem like a curse, no not at all. It was the blood that gave it the final touch. That blood that spilled from the wounds of the body of the boy who never died.

It used to be just the body and blood of the boy that filled the streets every night and day but sometimes maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be alone. His ignorant friends were there sometimes, to watch him die painfully and slowly having no idea what was going on while always having the same strange feelings of déjà vu stinging their numb conscience. They didn't know that their own friend had a horrible curse of being practically immortal even though they had experienced his blood spilling on their hands near a trillion of times before that day. He could die from something so tragic like a drive by shooting or the getting run over by an 18-wheeler truck but no matter what their reaction to his death remind the same.

"OMG they killed Kenny."

"The bastards..."

Years went by where the boy would just wake up on his poorly conditioned bed on a bitter cruel morning in the same clothes he wore the day before, not a single rip or stain on it like whatever demon controlled this curse mocked him and wanted to trick him into thinking that he was insane and the deaths seriously didn't happen,... that would never work though. Kenny KNEW the deaths happened, the horror and pain of it was enough to prove it to himself he was definitely NOT insane. So every morning that he woke up from his deathly sleep, he would just curse to himself or (depending if he was really mad) he'd unleash hell on whatever he had in his room which wasn't that much in the first place, and really just did whatever he wanted to relieve himself the pain and frustration.

Because he knew... he knew the minute he walked out of this crap shack of a home, his so-called friends would just look at him with big goofy grins on their faces and say with their stupid voices "What's up, dude!" as if he didn't just get massacred right in front of their eyes the day before. It drove him the bat-fuck mad and he just wanted to show them exactly what WAS up, but he couldn't because he already tried that before. He tried that SO many times before. He despised the look of concern and fright whenever he told them the truth about his never ending painful deaths. He told them what happened when he died and what he felt. He told them that when he died he either went to three places: hell, heaven, or purgatory. He told them how each one wasn't so bad, though he preferred to be in heaven out of all of them. He told them how beautiful it was there and how perfect it was. He told them everything he could say and whatever he could remember, piece by piece, just too only be looked at like he was some kind of animal...a monster sometimes depending on how much details he put into it. They made him feel insane, like some sort of freak that needed help as soon as possible. They ALL made him feel like that. Sometimes he agreed with them and he'd cry, because that's what hopeless people like him should do. They cry their empty tears that mean nothing as they drip down pale, hollow cheeks all the way to the same floor that mockingly held their blood; their zombified blood that felt recycled like a pot of used shit boiling in their weak hearts as it was pumped into their worn out veins. Of course they weren't deemed worthy enough to be given new, fresh blood. They were freaks of nature and they will stay like that and Kenny was just another one of them.

Freaks...freaks...unwanted by society, never loved and never been loved. No one deserved this, not even a total racist, asshole like Eric Cartman. So why was he tortured like this? There were much more deserving people who ought to have this agony, not him. Not Kenny McCormick, who never once tried to hurt a person or was ungrateful for what he had, he was indeed grateful to have friends that would generously give him food. Hell, he wouldn't even question them on why they were giving him food in the first place, he'd just munch that mother fucker down, not even worrying about disgusting people next to him.

It was really rare to find nice people in this town.

On a different matter, that's how stuff used to be. He used to have to deal with the painful obliviousness of his agonizingly happy friends. He used to have to deal with dying alone all the time. He used to have to deal with him only knowing how wonderful heaven was and how annoying hell could be at times. How purgatory was just him being invisible and floating around, watching his friends blissfully live on with the rest of their day, even though his dead body was still rotting away on the sidewalk next to them. He was already used to being invisible before. That's how he lived his life. All up until that one day he had to deal with that shallow, empty type of life. He was finally saved on that one memorable day.

The day that he died in front of Tweek Tweak.

Super short but that's the most I could leave in for the first chapter. I'll upload the next chapter maybe later on today. Maybe

R&R :D