Kyle woke up to the sound of his alarm, as usual. He reached for it and gently pushed the snooze button, giving him an additional five minutes to mentally prepare for the journey ahead. He had spent all night awake, wondering what that kiss meant. It was the single most exciting moment of his life, yet it was so confusing that, ultimately, it became meaningless, as if it hadn't even occurred. For the first time in his life, Kyle was actually looking forward to school. Or, more precisely, he was looking forward to seeing Kenny again.

"Kenny... Why did you run like that? Was it something I did? Something I said? What even happened? Why did you do it?"

Kyle's thoughts were interrupted by his alarm clock, ringing again. This time, he turned it off completely and finally got up.

"I guess I'll find out today... One way or another."

Kyle rushed to the bathroom to shower and shave, but he stopped once he realized the door had been locked from the inside. Instead, he knocked on the door three times and waited for someone to answer.

"Are my parents in there? They usually get up even before I do."

"Just give me five more minutes, bro!" Ike said.

"Fucking Ike! What's he doing up so early anyway? His classes aren't for another two hours! Mine, on the other hand..."

Kyle stood outside the bathroom door for some time before losing his patience.

"Ike! Hurry up!"
"Kyle! Don't yell at your baby brother!"
"Sorry, mom!"

Inside the bathroom, Ike smiled and giggled.

"Mom's way too hard on him..." Ike thought.

After he was done showering, Kyle began the boring task of shaving.

"I fucking hate shaving..." Kyle thought. "If only I was still younger... then I wouldn't have to shave every three or so days. To think that I wanted to grow up... Fucking moron I was. I'm sure Ike thinks he wants to grow up too. If only he knew..."

Kyle's thoughts soon turned to Kenny again. He imagined the moment when Kenny kissed him, and when he kissed back. It had all happened so fast, he hardly had time to enjoy it. However, each moment seemed to stand apart from the others, as if it had happened several times over.

"C'mon, Kyle, get a hold of yourself... It was just a kiss. Kisses happen... Even if it was the single, best, most magical moment in all of my-"

"Kyle! Breakfast!"
"Coming, mom!"

Kyle had been so distracted by his thoughts that he didn't even notice the time passing. By the time his mother yelled at him about breakfast, he had already finished shaving.

"Wow. I guess it's true. Time does fly when you're having fun."

When Kyle arrived at school, classes had already begun. He saw Stan and Cartman heading toward the main building, but no sign of Kenny.

"He's probably just late. Kenny's always late..."

In the back of his mind, Kyle was starting to wonder whether Kenny would even show up at all. He didn't know what was on the blond boy's mind, or his own. All he knew was that he wanted to be reunited with Kenny, to finally get some answers.
Stan turned around just in time to see Kyle running toward him and Cartman.

"Hey, guys!" Kyle yelled as he approached his friends. "Sorry I'm late."
"Where've you been?" Stan asked. "We've been waiting out here for, like, half an hour!"
"Sorry..."
"It's fine... Just don't do it again."

Kyle's first class ended, but Kenny hadn't shown up yet. Kyle was starting to get nervous and worried.

"Where the fuck is he? God... What if he's dead?"

Kyle looked around frantically, searching for Kenny. Stan and Cartman noticed he was acting strangely, but only the former decided to do something about it. He approached Kyle slowly, leaving Cartman behind.

"Hey, Kyle. What's up?"
"Huh? Oh, it's just you, Stan..."
"Uh... Yeah. Who were you expecting?"
"I... I was just wondering where Kenny is."
"I'm sure he's at home, as usual."
"He should've been here by now..."
"Kyle, I'm sure he's fine."
"Maybe I should run over there to check."
"Kyle! Dude! Relax!"
"Don't fucking yell at me!"

The boys' yelling drawn unwanted attention to them. Everyone around them for several feet stared at them for several seconds, before returning to their own business.

"...Just leave me alone." Kyle said.
"I-I'm sorry. I just want to help you. I'm your friend, Kyle. I... I didn't mean to yell at you."
"I know, Stan... Look, I swear I'll tell you what's going on later, but, right now, I just need to be alone."
"...I understand. I'll leave you to your thoughts."

Stan returned to his place beside Cartman, and Kyle resumed his search for Kenny. He even prepared himself mentally to run over to Kenny's home and back, but he was interrupted by the bell, clearing his mind of those thoughts.

"I can't go over there now... I'd be late to class, and my mom would kill me if she found out. I'll go there once school is over."

When Kenny woke up, it was well past noon, yet he had no thoughts of going to school. In fact, he wanted to avoid it for as long as possible.

"I can't go back." Kenny thought. "If Kyle sees me again... I can't believe I kissed him. What was I thinking?"

Kenny slowly rose from his bed, completely focused on avoiding Kyle. He was so focused that he didn't notice a stray beer bottle on the ground and slipped. He fell on the ground, nearly hitting his head against his bed.

"Fucking messy room... I should clean this up. That should get my mind off of... Kyle... But what if he shows up here again? Decisions, decisions..."

After several minutes of considering his options, Kenny decided to leave his home to roam his small town. Before leaving, Kenny emptied his backpack of all the school stuff and placed his Mysterion outfit in it.

"I might need it later on. Who knows if I'll run into Cartman again."

Kenny exited his home unnoticed by his mother, who was asleep in her bedroom, and was faced with a pressing question.

"Now what? Where should I go? Hm..."

Kenny stared off in the direction of the school.

"Well, obviously, I can't go to school. Kyle's there."

Kenny faced some more directions, including Tweek's parents' coffee shop, Stark's pond and the hospital. Eventually, he decided to go to the coffee shop.

"I hate coffee, and Kyle knows it. He'd never look for me there."

Kenny picked up his backpack, put it on, and made his way to the coffee shop.

Once Kenny arrived at the coffee shop, he looked around. The coffee shop was a small one-story square building with several round tables spread across its floor. There were also square tables near the walls, specifically made for two people to have some privacy. The balcony sat near the wall opposite of the entrance, with barely enough space to fit an adult. Kenny inhaled deeply and furrowed his eyebrows at the smell of coffee.

"Disgusting smell." Kenny thought. "Unfortunately, it's the last place Kyle will look for me... If he is looking for me in the first place."

Kenny entered through the revolving door and was greeted by Tweek's father.

"Well, look who it is! Hello, Kenny!"
"Hey, Mr. Tweak."
"Wait, shouldn't you be at school?"
"I... Um..."

"I didn't think this all the way through." Kenny thought.

"Well..."
"It's OK, Kenny. I understand. Sometimes I didn't feel like going to school either, but you can't just skip school every time that happens."
"Look, Mr. Tweak-"
"Call me Richard."
"Richard... I'm not skipping school because I didn't feel like going."
"Why did you do it then?"
"It's complicated... You wouldn't understand."
"If you say so, Kenny..." Richard sighed. "Would you like some coffee?"
"No, thank you. I'll just have some water, if that's OK."
"Sure, Kenny."

Tweek's father called one of waiters for him and told him to get Kenny a bottle of water, while simultaneously pointing Kenny toward an empty seat. Kenny gladly took his seat and waited for his water to arrive. His mind returned to the thought he had had just before he entered the small coffee shop.

"What if Kyle doesn't want to see me again? I shouldn't have kissed him... Fucking stupid, as always."

"Here's your water."
"Thanks."

Kenny opened the cool bottle and slowly poured it into the small glass. He drank it as slowly as he could, to enjoy the taste, as well as the temperature. Once he finished, he sighed deeply.

"Well, that was fun... Now back to figuring out what to do about Kyle. I can't avoid him forever. Eventually someone is gonna call my mom. What to do?..."

Kenny poured some more water and drank it.

"I wish this had alcohol in it. Maybe then I'd be able to make up some sort of plan... Or at the very least forget that I fucking kissed him! Fuck! I'm such a moron!"

Kenny grabbed the now-empty glass and started squeezing it gently. In his current state of self-resentment, he wanted to smash it into a million pieces. However, he held back his anger and placed it gently on the table before paying for his water and leaving.

"This isn't working. I something to drink." Kenny thought as he stared at the water bottle in his hand. "Something better than water and the beer I have at home."

Kenny arrived at the local bar a few minutes after leaving the coffee shop. He sat down at his usual seat and ordered some whiskey. Once it arrived, he drank it as quickly as he could, taking no time to enjoy it. All he wanted was to get drunk, to forget about his problems. He ordered a second round, then a third and a fourth. After the fourth, Kenny was starting to feel hazy. It was getting harder to think, which put a smile on his face.

"Perfect. Just what I wanted."

Kenny tried getting up from his seat, but instead fell down on the ground, earning some laughs from everyone around him. One of the bartenders helped him up, and, in doing so, recognized him.

"You're Kenny, right?"

Kenny nodded in response.

"I didn't think any amount of alcohol could knock you down."
"I... I'm having some... personal issues."
"I'll bet... Look, I have to get back to work. Is there someone you want me to call? Someone to pick you up?"

"Kyle." Kenny thought.

"Nope. I'm fine." Kenny lied.
"If you say so... Tell you what, you can stay here until you can walk on your own, alright?"
"Thanks, Tim."
"Um... It's Tom."
"O-Oh... S-Sorry."
"It's OK..." Tom sighed. "I'm used to it."

"Poor guy." Kenny thought as Tom walked away.

Kenny stayed at the bar for some time. He decided to sit down at a table, which was somewhat more comfortable than sitting at the balcony. Once he started feeling somewhat clearer, Kenny ordered several more rounds, until his mind became fuzzy again. He did this for several hours, completely losing track of time.

Meanwhile, at the school, Kyle exited the main building and ran straight home, completely ignoring Stan and Cartman, the former of whom called out to him as he ran away. The only thing on Kyle's mind was to get to Kenny as soon as possible, to find out what was on his mind.

"I gotta know... Otherwise I'll be spending the rest of my life wondering what could have been."

Once Kyle arrived at Kenny's, he knocked on the door, shaking like a leaf. His heart felt like it was about to burst from his chest. He could feel the blood rushing to his face and he could hear his pulse racing in his ears. All these sensations stopped, however, once the door was finally opened, by Kevin, rather than Kenny.

"Hey, Kyle."
"Oh... Hey, Kevin."
"My brother's not here right now. He went out a while ago."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I can guess... But I don't know if he'd want me to tell you."
"Tell me, please. I really need to talk to him."

Kevin didn't want to tell Kyle where his brother was, but one look at Kyle's sad emerald-green eyes and his resolve was demolished.

"...He's at the bar."
"Where's that?"

"I thought you'd know..." Kevin thought.

"Head that way for about ten blocks. It should be fairly obvious once you get there."

"Great." Kyle thought. "Now I have to head back the way I came, and then some."

"Thanks, Kevin."

Kyle shook hands with Kevin before turning around and leaving.

On his way to the bar, Kyle's heart began to race again. It pounded against his chest in such a manner that made him somewhat worried that he was having a heart attack.

"Fucking Kenny... If only he knew what he does to me."

Kyle arrived at the bar several minutes after leaving Kenny's home. He found Kenny drinking his umpteenth round of whiskey, completely and utterly drunk. Kyle approached the large bar and entered it as quickly as he could. The smell of alcohol was in the air, making Kyle wince in disgust.

"I don't get why Kenny drinks. Alcohol smells like shit."

Kyle approached Kenny as he downed yet another round. Kenny looked at him and felt a cold shiver running down his spine.

"I should've stayed at the coffee shop." Kenny thought.

"Kyle!? What are you doing here?"
"I... I came to talk to you."
"OK... About what?"

"You know damn well what." Kyle thought.

"It's... private."
"Oh..." Kenny replied. "That."
"Yeah. So... can we go somewhere private?"

Kenny didn't want to go with Kyle. He knew the conversation would likely end with him saying something stupid and hurting Kyle. Hurting him was the last thing Kenny wanted.
Kyle noticed his friend was unwilling to go with him, yet he decided to give it another shot. He looked straight into Kenny's bright blue eyes and spoke as softly as he could.

"Please? For me."

Kenny's heart melted from Kyle's request. He nodded in agreement, payed for his drinks and left with Kyle.

Kyle led Kenny to his house, and up into his room. Kyle's family members were absent, much to both boys' relief. Once they finally went inside Kyle's room, they froze. Kyle, because he didn't know what to say, and Kenny, because he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Eventually, Kyle decided to talk about something unrelated to his real reason for dragging Kenny to his house.

"Kenny, I... I wanted to talk to you about giving up crime fighting."
"Kyle..." Kenny sighed.
"Please, just listen. I know you told me to trust you, but I can't. I'm sorry. You want to help people, but you can't keep doing this. I've never seen you so messed up, even when you were high on several different drugs at the same time. I'm surprised you're not dead already."
"I told you, I'm not gonna die."
"How can you even say that? You're out there, every night, fighting criminals. Some day your luck's gonna run out."

"It already has, several times. I've died more often than you would believe."

"Kenny?"
"Kyle, I... I can't tell you why I'm sure I won't die. Even if I did, you wouldn't believe me."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"It's exactly what it sounds like. You won't believe me if I tell you."
"...Just tell me what's going on with you."

Kenny's patience had run out. Even though he was with Kyle, the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions to the point when he simply couldn't handle Kyle's questioning.

"Fine. You want to know the truth? Here it is. Remember when Bradley defeated Cthulhu? I knew it didn't just end with him. I knew what was going on in our town. Criminals were hanging around like... I can't even come up with a proper analogy. The point is, they were here. And they weren't going away. I knew-"
"And how, pray tell, did you 'know' all this?" Kyle asked skeptically.
"I... I've been having nightmares about Cthulhu ever since the thing with Bradley. They've only been getting worse, and in my last one..."
"...What?"

Kenny wiped away the tears forming in his eyes and resumed his story.

"The town looked like it got hit by a nuke. Everything had burned down, and you... you died in my arms. You had come to my house to find me, and... it fell on you."
"Is that why you've been so focused on stopping crime in our town?"
"Partly. I only had that dream a couple of days ago."
"And have the others come true?"

Kenny began to remember his previous nightmares. One in particular stood out among the rest: the one where he had been betrayed by his friends. Kenny briefly wondered if he could trust Kyle. After mulling it over for a while, he answered Kyle's question with a stern look on his face.

"Yes. Every one of them."
"What else?"
"Well, I found these guys – a cult, I guess you'd call it – and they seem to have found something big. Something related to Cthulhu. I... spied on one of their meetings, and they almost found me hiding in a storage closet."
"Did you see who their leader was?"
"Yes..."
"Who was it?"
"...It was Cartman."
"What?!"
"It was Cartman. I saw him leave the room where they had their little meeting, with bloodshot eyes and a migraine. Something's going on in there, and Cartman is behind it."
"...What are you planning to do?"
"What else? Stop him."
"You mean kill him?"
"That's the last thing on my mind."
"But it is on your mind."
"...I'm not gonna lie to you, Kyle. After everything Cartman's done over the years? I think he deserves to die a hundred times over."

Kyle stared in bemusement at Kenny, until he finished his point.

"But... I'm not gonna be the one to do it. I can't."
"...Why don't you just stop what you're doing, before you hurt yourself or hurt others?"
"Kyle, I can't just-"
"Please, Kenny. Please don't do this. I don't want you to hurt Cartman."
"How can you say that, after everything he's done to you?"
"I know... I should hate him. Maybe I do... but I don't want to see him end up dead."
"I told you, I'm not going to kill him."
"You say that now, but what if it doesn't end like that? What if you're put in a position where you have to defend yourself from him?"
"If that happens, I'll-"
"Or worse, what if he doesn't share your feelings about killing someone and kills you?"
"Kyle, I'm not gonna die."
"Don't you fucking say that! I'm sick and tired of you saying that! You're not invincible, Kenny!"

"Yes I am." Kenny thought.

"Kyle, just-"
"And don't give me that 'trust me' BS you told me yesterday. I can't trust you if you won't tell me the truth!"

Kenny finally snapped. Kyle's thoughtless remarks had gotten to him. He looked at Kyle with anger in his eyes and yelled at him.

"Why do you care so much, anyway? Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone?"
"Because!" Kyle yelled.
"Because what?!" Kenny asked, trying to match Kyle's volume.
"...Because I love you." Kyle finally said with a sigh.

Kenny was taken aback by Kyle's confession. He had never heard those words from anyone; not even his many girlfriends. He had never said them to anyone either. He had never felt anything even close to love for anyone. Until now.
Kenny locked Kyle's bedroom door and approached him. He raised his hand and placed it on Kyle's cheek. Then, in one swift movement, he pulled Kyle closer with his other hand, while simultaneously pressing his lips against Kyle's. The boys enjoyed their kiss for just a few seconds before Kenny broke it off, just like before. Kyle smiled at Kenny, surprised by the blond boy's reaction to his confession of his feelings. Before Kyle could say something, Kenny pulled him closer for a second kiss, then a third and a fourth, all while gently pushing Kyle toward his bed. Once the boys reached Kyle's bed, they lied down next to each other and kissed one last time, before closing their eyes.

Kenny waited until Kyle fell asleep. Once he was sure Kyle had fallen asleep, he slowly rose from the bed, so as not to wake him up, and simply stared at Kyle, enjoying the sight.

"You look so pretty when you're asleep." Kenny thought. "And you have the cutest snoring I've ever heard."

Kenny put on his Mysterion outfit. He looked at his sleeping lover and gently kissed him on the forehead.

"Sleep well, Kyle. I'm sorry I have to do this. There's just no other way."

Kenny exited Kyle's bedroom through his window, so as not to be seen or heard by Kyle's family.

Near the abandoned building where Kenny found the Cthulhu cult's headquarters, the blond boy found several armed guards around the entrance, wearing the usual hood and cape. He sneaked past them into the main building. Once there, he found a secret entrance to the basement Cartman had had built under the building.

"I wonder why they need guards..." Kenny thought. "They must be up to something big. Better check it out."

Kenny walked for several minutes with no heading whatsoever, until he heard an announcement.

"Attention all personnel!" said the announcer. "The meeting is about to start. All personnel head into the main room for debriefing."

"That sounds important. I should attend this meeting."

Kenny managed to steal an outfit from one of the cult members, after knocking him out and locking him in a closet, and infiltrated the meeting. Several minutes afterward, the apparent leader of the cult – Cartman – headed inside and sat at the head of the table. Cartman cleared his throat, straightened his back and started the meeting.

"Today is a great day. We've finally managed to find R'lyeh, where the great Old Ones await us."

The large room roared in cheers for several seconds, until Cartman raised his hand, signaling for them to stop.

"This is really bad..." Kenny thought

"As you all know, we've been targeted by a mysterious caped vigilante, calling himself 'Mysterion'. However, as you probably don't know, this vigilante is called Kenny McCormick, and I know where he lives."

The cult members cheered once again, until Cartman raised his hand a second time.

"When you find him, be sure to capture him alive. Do not harm him. For Cthulhu!"
"For Cthulhu!" yelled the cult members.

Just as they were about to leave, the cult member Kenny had locked in the closet barged in.

"He's here! I saw Mysterion! He took my cloak!"

Upon hearing this, Kenny tried to subtly exit the room, but there was no time. Almost immediately, Cartman yelled a couple of orders to his cult members.

"Seal the exits!" Cartman yelled. "Sound the alarm!"

An alarm was raised all throughout the building, and the cult members scattered, trying to find Kenny.

"Great!" Kenny thought. "I can just sneak away while they're busy looking for me."

However, Kenny was wrong. One glance at Kenny's bright blue eyes, and Cartman recognized him. Within seconds, he was swarmed with cult members, and, finally, knocked out cold.

The following morning, Kyle woke up to find himself alone in his bed, with his bedroom door still locked.

"Thank God... Nobody walked in and found us together."

Kyle got up and searched his room for Kenny.

"Kenny... Where did you go?"

Kyle's eyes were drawn to a small note attached to his computer screen with duct tape.

"A note? Kenny must've left it here!"

Kyle picked up the note and started reading it, with his heart pounding in his chest from the excitement.

"Kyle, I don't know of any other way to say this, so I'll just say it: I love you. More than you know and I thought possible. I have loved you since the day we met. I only wish there was a way we could be together. If I don't come back, I want you to have something that's very important to me. I've hidden it under your bed. Please keep it safe."

With each word he read, tears formed in his eyes, until, finally, they started rolling down his cheeks and onto the floor. Kyle checked under his bed, as the note said, and found Kenny's bright orange parka, with a note attached, simply saying "I'm sorry".

"Kenny's parka..."

Kenny woke up several hours later with someone splashing water on his face.

"Ow... My head..." Kenny thought.

Kenny blinked several times, with his vision blurry, and tried to move his hands over his throbbing head, to alleviate his headache, but no such luck. He was tied to a chair, with no possibility of escape.

"Hello, Kenny." Cartman said. "Welcome to my secret base."
"What are you up to, Eric?"
"Isn't it obvious? The Old Ones! They are the true gods of our universe! And I intend to revive them."
"How? Cthulhu was defeated by Bradley, and all the Old Ones are sealed up in R'lyeh!"
"But they can be revived. Even Bradley won't be able to stop all the Old Ones. And if I revive them, they will reward me with unlimited power."
"You're insane. The Old Ones don't want to give you power, you moron!"
"Shut up! You have no idea what the Old Ones are truly capable of."
"I know them plenty well."
"Why? Because you're all immortal? I've got news for you, Kenny: you're not immortal. At least not really. You'll die of old age, eventually. The Old Ones? Even in death, they still live. That's why Bradley couldn't fully defeat Cthulhu, and neither will you!"

Cartman punched Kenny across the face hard enough to knock down his chair, but the blond boy simply put on his best smile, in order to deny Cartman the pleasure of hurting him.

"Get him out of here!" Cartman yelled.
"Yes sir!" replied one of the cult members.

Kenny was dragged away by two cult members, always maintaining the smile on his face, to piss off Cartman. However, once he reached his cell and was untied, his smile vanished.

"Boy am I screwed. How am I gonna get out of this one?" Kenny thought as he reached for his face. "Damn, Cartman can sure punch hard. It fucking hurts!"

Kenny looked around for a way to escape and to gauge his situation. He was being held in a cell that faced a hallway. Next to and opposite Kenny's cell there were even more cells that seemed to go on forever.

"Fuck! If only I had a gun, I could kill myself and escape. I'd even settle for a knife, although it'd hurt like hell."

Kenny sat in his cell for what seemed like hours, until he saw a bright light coming from the hallway. The light got brighter and brighter, to the point that Kenny had to protect his body from it. Once it finally vanished, Kyle appeared.

"Kyle? How did you find me?"
"Kenny... Don't do it. Don't kill Cartman."
"Kyle, you've gotta help me. I can't escape. If I don't stop him, Cartman is going to revive the Old Ones."

Kyle went through the cell's door, and his hand started glowing. He stretched his hand toward Kenny and dropped a small key on his lap.

"What's this?"
"It's the key."

Kyle began to flicker and vanished, leaving Kenny to wonder if he had hallucinated the whole thing. He looked at his lap and picked the key up. As he held it in his hand, he became certain that everything he had seen was real.

"I wonder..."

Kenny tried the key on the jail door and, much to his surprise, it worked. He quickly exited the cell and tried to figure out where Cartman was.

"Where is everyone? For that matter, where am I?"

Kenny walked aimlessly for several minutes until he saw a cult member. Rather than knock him out and disguise himself, Kenny decided to follow him.

The cult member went around various rooms, clearly looking for something. Kenny followed him every step of the way as quietly as he could, always hiding just around the corner. Once the cult member arrived at a large room, possibly the largest in the compound, he finally found what he had been looking for – Cartman.

"Sir! We're ready to move in on your command."
"Good. Go meet the others. I'll be here for a little while longer."
"Yes sir."

Kenny hid in a room parallel to the one Cartman was in and waited for the cult member to leave. While he waited, Kenny inspected the room. It was similar to the one he had hid in when he found out Cartman was the cult's leader, but instead of having cleaning supplies, it had an unusually large amount of weaponry. Kenny picked up a nearby pistol, thinking that its small size would come in handy.
Once the cult member passed by him, presumably headed for the exit, Kenny decided to spy on Cartman for some time, rather than simply busting in and knocking him out.

"Come on, Cartman. Show me who you're working with. There's no way in hell a moron like you could put all this together."

Cartman breathed in and out calmly, and a green mist appeared from the other side of the room. The mist formed a pair of red glowing eyes and a large mouth, and spoke to Cartman in an incomprehensible language. Cartman replied in the same language, making Kenny curious as to what they were saying. Once the conversation was over and the green mist disappeared, Kenny barged in. Cartman looked at him from head to toe. Kenny was bleeding from his forehead, his left arm, and was barely able to stand. Cartman smirked at the sight of Kenny, utterly convinced he couldn't stand in his way any more.

"Kenny! I see you're still as beat up as ever. Did you enjoy our little cell? I hope you didn't starve too much. Wouldn't want you to die just as we're about to find R'lyeh."
"You found it?"
"We sure did. Or, to be more precise, we found where it's going to be. You see, it's not as easy to find as you'd think. It moves around underwater from time to time. My followers-"
"Your followers? What happened to Cthulhu?"
"He's just a tool, like all my followers. When I have him under my control, I'll rule not just this planet, but the entire universe."
"You're insane."
"...Maybe so, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong."

Kenny began to feel lightheaded and grabbed on to the door to keep himself from falling.

"Not feeling so well, are we, Kenny?"
"I-I'm fine."
"Right... Well, now that you've heard my plan, I have to kill you."

"As if you could." Kenny thought.

Cartman aimed his gun at Kenny, but didn't pull the trigger.

"Kenny, if only I could kill you. I know the truth. 'That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die'."
"I've heard that before, but what does it mean?"
"Only an immortal can kill another immortal permanently. In other words, I can't kill you, Kenny... but Cthulhu can. And once he's risen again, he'll want to. Believe me."
"You know... I discovered a reason to keep on living once all of this is done. It was something I never thought I'd have... Love."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It's something you'll never have. It's something you can't have."
"So? I'll have unlimited power, you moron! And that beats love any day of the week."
"Because you can't feel it, you'll never know what it's like."

Cartman struck Kenny with the hardest punch he could throw, but the blond boy didn't even flinch.

"You don't know what you're missing out on."

Cartman struck Kenny again, with the same result.

"You'll never know what you're missing out on."

Kenny hit Cartman back, knocking the wind out of him.

"And that's why I'll win."

Kenny ignored his throbbing headache and hit Cartman as hard and fast as he could, using both his arms and legs, until Cartman was lying down on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose. Kenny felt dizzy again, but he ignored it and simply raised his gun and aimed it at Cartman's shoulder. He wanted to pull the trigger and hurt Cartman some more, but Kyle's words echoed in his mind. At that point, Kenny simply lowered his gun, but Cartman wasn't ready to end it just yet.

"You're going to have to kill me, Kenny, because I'll never stop."
"Don't say that. I believe there's still a chance we can-"
"No! Cthulhu is all that matters to me now! ...Kill me. Do it. Do it!"

Kenny looked at the gun he was holding, then at Cartman. He aimed the gun at Cartman with his good arm, thoroughly convinced that the fat boy was truthful in his claim that he would never stop. Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he realized what the only course of action was: Cartman had to die.

"...God forgive me."

I hope you liked that story. As I said before, it's just the first of three, so keep an eye out for the sequels.
You're probably wondering what the phrase the Cthulhu worshipers yelled in the second chapter meant. I got it straight from Lovecraft's work. It means "In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming".
As for Kenny's hallucination of Kyle, that will be explained in the third story.