#dustified; kenny

[howdyneighborr]

’ We killed eight people and stole a property and nobody cared. ’ - kenny to cartman :3c

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❝ C’mon, Kenny– You act like we did that stuff on purpose. Well, the grand theft auto wasn’t an accident, but it was totally necessary… And hella fucking sweet, dude. Don’t act like it wasn’t cool as shit. ❞ Eric belly-laughed and kicked his feet up on the dashboard, pressing the toes of his shoes against the frosted glass. ❝ And no one’s going to find out – unless —; we want them to. ❞ He turned his eerie blue-brown stare to the other and a grin curled up his cheeks. Eric bit his lip.

[howdyneighborr]

’ Suffering? You haven’t seen anything yet. ’ - butters to kenny, as professor chaos perhaps? c:

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His fist curled tightly; the worn material of his glove squeaked. Night air brushed chilly fingers over Mysterion’s scraped and glistening knee; exposed to the elements through the tear in the thin material of his gray bodysuit. He spat a hocking, red and slimy glob of spittle onto the wet, dark asphalt in front of him. A thin, pink trail dried to his chin. The sight and taste of his own blood had stopped bothering the hero a long time ago.  ❝ Big talk from a little guy — You don’t know shit about what I’ve seen, Chaos. ❞