"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 1 | Another Bustling Evening In South Park, Colorado

This chapter has been updated as of 11/26/2020. Thank you for reading.

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Mysterion's POV

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Every night is the same thing. Saving people who need saving. Sure, we do have the typical bad guys, but I haven't really had any real competition besides The Coon.

I feel... unneeded.

Oh well. What can I do about it? Maybe I could actually get some sleep tonight.

I looked around the town of South Park from the rooftop I was currently perched on. All the signs were lit up, and the townspeople were out and about. I mean, it's a Friday night. What, did you expect me to be asleep by ten? Yeah, right. Not for me. Plus, having everyone yelling at each other throughout the night is kinda hard to sleep through.

All I could do was just wait. Wait for a sign. Just anything...

Nothing.

Just. Nothing.

I stood up, looking at the bustling street below. So many people were out and about; at least three-quarters of the town. Even Cartman was there for some reason. He was probably "grounded" again, which really meant he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

I scoffed, stepping backwards towards the other edge of the roof. That was enough for one night, I suppose.

I took the escape ladder halfway down, jumping off and hitting the pavement below. It didn't hurt anymore, especially after doing this for over four years now.

How time flies, right?

I ran in the shadows away from the nightlife, trying to avoid people at all costs. I don't want anybody to see me, especially someone who would want to hurt me.

I kept running, eventually spotting some of my fellow classmates. It's surprising how most of us are still friends after all these years, especially since we start high school next year.

Stan, Bebe, Wendy, and Butters were together in their own little group, talking about a new TV show that was becoming really popular. The thought of how they were even hanging out together came and left, but something about that arrangement bothered me...

I didn't see... Kyle. Where was he? Usually he would be with them, but tonight his presence was missing. Strange. Maybe he was somewhere else?

An abandoned building. Perfect. I can look from there.

The ladder on the rusty fire escape creaked as I attempted to quietly climb up, like it was trying to blow my cover. Harsh. Real harsh. Each step seemed to get louder, so I went faster until I finally reached the top.

"Perfect. Now where is he..." I quickly scanned the surrounding area, only seeing the same things from before. No green parka, no messy red hair, no Kyle.

Although I didn't see Kyle, I did spot Tweek and Craig together, which was surprising. They've had their own issues to deal with, and I'm glad they're still into each other after all this time. I don't mean that in a perverted way, but they're just... cute together.

Focus. Where's Kyle?

I sat down at the edge of the building, continuing to watch people talk, eat, and shop. Was there some sort of celebration going on? That's a possibility, but there were no notable events coming up in the first place. I mean, it could be anything at this point. Never know.

Should I wait for him?

Maybe staying up here for a bit longer wouldn't be so bad, just in case.

I let my mind wander to its own thoughts, usually one thing leading to another.

Town, school, classmates, Kyle...

Ah, Kyle. I mean, he's really nice, and cool, and funny, and all around a good guy...

What am I thinking? We're only friends, that's it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Besides, he's probably straight. But on the contrary... I thought I was too for a while.

Hey, not saying I'm not into chicks. I'm pan. Surprised? Me too. It's what fits me best. As long as they're chill, then I don't mind. Unfortunately, I'm the only one who knows about this. My parents are the most supportive people in my life.

If they did kick me out, they'll forget about me within a day. Trust me on that. Whenever I die, I know they're happy they have one less mouth to feed and one more room to do whatever in. But then I come back, and it's back to the same old shit again.

What if you jumped?

The sudden urge to jump off the building right now crept up on me, the desire to feel what it was like to jump off a building coming into play now as well. What would happen if I listened to the voices in my head and killed myself right then and there?

But if I jumped, the people below would push the hood back, revealing that the Mysterion is just me, Kenny McCormick, the poor and perverted eighth grader who covers his face with an old orange hoodie.

Standing at the edge of the roof, I looked down.

"What's the point of being a vigilante if everyone knew who they were? " I muttered to myself, backing up slowly. I took the purple hood off my face and let the wind blow through my messy dirty blond hair. It was peaceful up here, something I barely get to feel.

Ah, my mission. I forgot. Whoops.

Find Kyle.

Well, if he wasn't down here, he was probably at his house. It's the only reasonable alternative.

The other alternative is that he was kidnapped by spies and taken to Europe, his kidnappers demanding a million euros as payment or something.

I hope that isn't the case.

Might as well go over there.