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cursed-ice-spirits · 5 years

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Rebecca’s First Year: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Scheme

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“Nothin’?! But yeh coulda died in there — if Diego hadn’t gotten me like he did, I dunno what would happen!”

“Drop it, Hagrid — I don’t care anymore. I’m done with this school.”

“What the bloody hell happened to you?!”

A shout pulled her out of her thoughts as she stepped inside the Common Room. Jane was on her like a hawk. Hands on her hips and eyes narrowed, it was the last thing Rebecca wanted to see after being attacked by a Devil’s Snare.

And great, everyone’s attention is on her too, marvelous.

She doesn’t fault them for thinking that. She’s a mess, her robes were all ripped up, and her hair was messy. But she also likes to not be stared at. Heavens knows she needs to knock out after this. Again.

Jane frowned at her when she didn’t answer. “I thought you were going to get a witness — you looked as though you’ve been run over with a truck!”

“I’ve been attacked by the devil,” Rebecca said dryly. In the corner of her eye, she spots the boy that was with Hagrid when she got out of the closet. Back then, she was too preoccupied with… something else but… now she’s worried if he babbled about what happened to her but with how her housemates are looking at her, she doubts that.

She’s somewhat grateful. Without a doubt, they’ll mock her for being weak and tell her that she deserves it. She doesn’t need that.

“Wow,” she hears Meadows whisper. “No wonder the rumors say she’s mad. She is mad.”

Rebecca’s eye twitched.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Don’t punch her.

She feels her eyes burn with tears but she stands her ground.

She will not cry. Not now. Not in front of them. It’s weak. They’ll laugh and mock her for being weak weak weak—

“I’m not mad,” she finds herself snapping. The stares — she can’t fucking handle it!! “There’s something called sarcasm, moron. Maybe you should learn what it is before calling me mad. Or, better yet, learn to think before you speak. Maybe you’ll be quieter.”

To her delight, Meadows flushes and she opens her mouth to respond, but Rebecca cuts across her.

“Just leave me alone. I’m not in the mood right now.”

Rebecca turned on her heel and stormed up the stairs, ignoring any calls of her name.

Chiara was already there when she arrives. She takes one look at Rebecca’s ruined robes and opens the brunette’s trunk, taking out one of her robes and holding it out to her with a smile.

“You look like you need this,” she says.

Thank you, Chiara.

You are the only person I like so far.

“Thank you,” Rebecca mutters as she takes the robe and pulls off her ruined one, replacing it with the new one.

“You’re welcome. The least I can do.” Footsteps approached her and a hand was placed on her shoulder, making her stiffen. “If you need anything, you’re free to go to me.”

Rebecca pursed her lips and peeled her shoulder away. “I’ll think about it.”

She turned her back and quickly left the dorm again, racing out of the Common Room before she can be stopped and be pushed around. She can tell, the moment she was back down, a third-year was opening his mouth, a sneer on his face before she yanked the door open and rushed out.

—————

“Hey, Loner Lordy! Out of the closet?”

FUCK.

Rebecca didn’t turn around and just sped up…

And proceeded to crash into a solid wall.

“Son of a--” she swore as she stumbled back. A hand grabbed her shoulder firmly and stopped her from falling and she blinked, raising her eyes.

Turns out the wall wasn’t a wall. It was a very familiar Gryffindor with red hair.

Bill Weasley.

Bill frowned down at her and placed his hand on her other shoulder, straightening her up. “You seem like you’re in a hurry.”

Rebecca glanced nervously at his hands and then back over her shoulder. “Yeah, that’s a bit of an understatement.”

“I got you now L—oh, uh, Weasley!” Lockwood began, only to skip to a stop when he saw Bill. “Uh, hey! How are you, man?”

“Samuel,” Bill greeted even as he pushed Rebecca slightly behind him. “I’m doing good. Are you bothering Rebecca by any chance?”

Lockwood glanced nervously at her. “Uh, no! We’re buds, best buds! I just wanna talk to her, is all. Right L— Rebecca?”

Is he really that stupid to think I’ll play along? Rebecca raised her eyebrow. “You called me the equivalent of a slut.”

She started when Bill’s face darkened with a scowl, even as he growled out. “Samuel—“

“It was just playing around!” Lockwood protested sweating profusely. “I didn’t mean it, really—“

“Calling me a slur wasn’t playing around,” She told him, taking great delight in his panicked face. “I was more than a little hurt you know.”

“I think I’ve heard enough,” Bill said sharply, his eyes steel even as he turned on Lockwood and his lackeys. “You should be ashamed of yourselves — name-calling is one thing, throwing around slurs is another! This type of bullying is not tolerated. Go on now! Scram! Or else I’m going to let the head of house know and they’re not going to take this lightly!”

That... was a bit of a surprise. She didn’t expect Bill to defend her. She watches them run off.

Rebecca waited until they were gone to open her mouth, whatever to say thank you or to throw another insult at Lockwood, she didn’t get a chance to. The sounds of clapping prevented her from doing so.

“Well well well,” a slight Spanish accent said in amusement, an accent that struck her as familiar. And apparently, Bill did too because he stiffened and pushed her behind him even more, much to her disgruntlement. “I did not expect you to be so harsh on members of your own house, Weasley.”

It was Veronica. The one who gave her her father’s gift.

“I don’t tolerate bullying, Da Rosa,” Bill said through gritted teeth. It kinda surprised Rebecca, because he seemed chill before Lockwood came around. Seems like he had some buff with Veronica somehow. “You know this.”

“Potato, potahto,” Veronica waved it off, smiling. Rebecca noted interestingly that her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Anyway, I am not here to banter with you, I’m here to speak to Lord. Preferably alone.”

Bill’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. “What? Hell no — why should I trust someone who is an associate of the Black Market of all things?”

Associate of the Black Market? Huh, interesting. Rebecca frowned as she continued to listen, keeping silent.

A spark of irritation comes to life in the other redhead’s dark blue eyes. Veronica squares her shoulders and her accent became more pronounced. “RRRatherrr interrresting of you to say when you jhang arrrount someone who jhas rrrumorrrs cirrrculating jherrr just as much as myself.”

She put her hands behind her head and stared challengingly at Bill. “I am not judging you forrr jhelping jherrr out — Lockwoot is berrry difficult — but… if I dit not know any betterrr, I woult say you arrre a jhypocrrrite.”

It was obvious she was irritated. If she didn’t have an accent before, she has it now.

Oh heavens, Rebecca thought, annoyed as she watched Bill bristle up. She wonders if she has time to escape but Bill’s hand is still on her shoulder so he’ll probably notice if she tries to sneak away.

Guess it’s time to get some popcorn.

Bill’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Hypocrite?!” He crosses his arms, glaring at the shorter girl. “If you’re so innocent, you wouldn’t be such a bully. Sure there are rumors about Rebecca, but at least she doesn’t go around being an arsehole to everyone.”

Kinda true but when you think about all the things she snapped at Meadows, you’ll think otherwise. Then again, that harpy deserved it. Rebecca’s eyes wander to the piece of paper in Veronica’s left hand and she squints at it. Huh, why does that handwriting look so…?

—Bring me a jar of Pickled Slugs from the Potions Storeroom, and I will consider restoring your House Points, Snape.

She blinks and cuts in as Veronica’s wand spits out fiery sparks. “Is that my letter from Snape? Where did you get it?”

Veronica blinked and the sparks disappeared.

That was close. Any later, she would have hexed him.

Veronica glanced at her and her English turned more clear and precise. “Nicked it from Snape of course. Apparently he figured out who forged his signature but all she got was a slap on the wrist.”

“So a Slytherin.”

“Si.” Veronica said. “And this is what I want to talk to you about. I am going to let this go since you are going to need all the help you can get but in the future, I need you to do a little favor for me whatever you ask for information,” she points out. “Does not have to be immediately. I will let you know when I need that favor..”

Bill’s eye twitched. “Don’t do it,” He warned her. “I have no doubt those favors will screw you over.”

She can’t screw me over more than I already am, she thought, but said nothing.

“Depends on what the favor is and it’s not like I won’t be getting information from other sources,” Rebecca said instead, stepping from behind Bill. “Tell me.”

Veronica wasn’t fazed at all by what she requested nor by the reference to other sources. “Very well. I would prefer it if Weasley were not here but…” She gave Bill a side-eye and smirked, a strange glint entering her eyes. “He can stay. It is a bit of a wild ride. The Slytherin who forged Snape’s signature is Merula Synde—“

Rebecca raised an eyebrow and cuts in. “The very same Synde who parades around, bragging about being the greatest witch to have ever come to Hogwarts?”

“Si si,” Veronica nodded. “She struck a deal with one Samuel Lockwood to team up and get rid of you. She was all on board when she finds out you were the one who soaked her in water, indirectly as it is, and formed a plan with Lockwood. They were not the best at being discreet, mind you. They left their plan on the table at the library.”

“Ah, so they’re dumb enough that they have to write the plan down, interesting.”

Veronica snorted. “My thoughts. Anyway, the plan.”

She held up a finger as she continued, and more as she goes. “Step 1) Murray purposely sabotages Synde’s potion and blames it on you. Step 2) Synde forges a letter from Snape telling you to bring him a jar of Pickled Slugs and direct you to what seems like the Potions Storeroom. Step 3) Sanders delivers the letter and gets the gullible Meadows to bring it to you. Step 4) Wait until you get in position, shove you inside, and lock the door. If all fails, wait until you are alone so they can corner you and bring you to position themselves, where you wrestle with a Devil’s Snare.”

Why am I so surprised? Rebecca sighed as she rubbed her face. “And why are they doing this?” She asked tiredly. Bill was silent. For what reason, she didn’t care.

Veronica shrugged. “They think you are a danger to Hogwarts just like your brother, and that none of us will be safe until you are gone.”

Rebecca didn’t have glance up to see that Bill’s face was contorted with rage, turning so red it clashed with his hair. A hand darted out and grabbed his arm before he can run off and give Lockwood and co a piece of his mind.

“Whatever you’re going to do, it’s not worth it,” she said. “I doubt they’re going to do something as drastic as before. Hagrid knows and you know and from what I’ve seen, they’re scared of you, enough that they will be discouraged from doing anything else. They’ll probably settle on simple irritating things, things that I can handle on my own.”

“She’s right, you know,” Veronica said, giving her infamous smirk that never reached her eyes. “You should be focusing on your studies instead of chasing after a few random idiots in your house, which is nothing new.”

“Shut up, Da Rosa,” Bill said, but it has no bite and it didn’t make her smirk fall off. In fact, it just made it widen.

“You know I’m right, Weasley,” Veronica said, still smirking. “Now,” she whips out a folder and brandishes it to Rebecca. “This is all the info I dug up on Snyde and others. You will need it. I am going to let you off for now but the next time you ask for information, I need you to do a favor for me.” She brushed past, purposely bumping her shoulder roughly against Bill’s. “Later.”

“...Is she always like this?” Rebecca asked slowly, looking up at him.

“You have no idea,” Bill grumbled as he rubbed his shoulder and glared after Veronica. “I don’t know why she’s helping you out, but every move she does has ulterior motives. It’ll be best if you watch yourself around her. She can’t be trusted.”

“I will,” she says. It may be a lie, it may not, but she has him convinced.

He smiles and ruffles her hair, making her freeze up. “That’s all I ask. Now, I should be heading back to the common room — my brother is probably worried, but if you need anything, give a shout.”

“Don’t do anything.”

“Who says I’m going to?” He gives her an innocent smile, before leaving. She touches her head slightly and sighs to herself. It’s been a while since she’s been touched without harmful intentions. Sure her mum did but…

Won’t be long before a bad day comes along.

Rebecca shakes her head and fingers through the folder, sharp eyes scanning page after page of her tormentors.

….oh.

How… interesting.

A slow smile spread over her face.

A daughter of two Death Eaters. A son of a crime lord. The other four are otherwise uninteresting but there’s info she can use anyway.

Problem is, how can she use it?

More importantly, where can she plan? Not just her revenge, but her brother’s disappearance and the Cursed Vaults. Maybe even her curse.

She can’t plan her revenge in the common room, Meadows is too nosy and Jane will notice immediately. Not to mention, she doubts Snyde and Lockwood are the first ones to think she’s a danger. Her housemates will probably get on her case.

There has to be something she can plan without anyone disturbing her…

She fingered through the folder again and feels a headache coming through,

Another thing to deal with all alone.

...

She glances over her shoulder, at Bill Weasley’s retreating figure, then to the whispering voices in her head and around her.

Maybe not so alone.

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paisleywraith · 6 years

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Curses, Curses. Chapter 6

Junior year is often considered the most difficult year of high school. Kyle would agree with that on a regular day, he didn’t need some magical bullshit wriggling its fingers at him and turning him into an ass-old Bill Murray movie reboot.

Kenny, again, took everything very well.

Although he looked startled when Kyle immediately told him he needed help from him, Kenny reacted- pretty much how he had the day previous. Which was both great and made him extremely uncomfortable.

He took it well the next day, too.

And the next day.

And the third day.

“We’ve been meeting for three days?” Kenny asked, wrapped up in a fleece blanket Kyle always brought for when Kenny first came out of the cold into his car.

“Yeah.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Kenny watched him closely.

“And…what did we decide so far?”

Kyle bit his lip. He glanced up, watching students file into the school. The same students, the same clothes, in the same order. Always going about their business, going to the same classes they’d already been to and saying the same things they already said and no one, no one knew but Kyle that they’d be doing in again the next day and the day after and the day after that-

“Ky?”

Kyle jumped.

“Sorry, sorry.” Kenny apologized gently. The tone automatically calmed Kyle down, which irritated him as well.

“I don’t know what to do.” Kyle traced the emblem on his steering wheel. The ideas had ranged from trying to talk to someone specific, go somewhere specific, do nothing, a bunch of ideas that went absolutely nowhere.

“Have you-” Kenny paused a moment, wrapping the blanket more tightly around himself. “You haven’t- gotten hurt or anything, have you?”

Kyle squawked, a very un-cool noise that burst out without his permission. “Are you telling me I need to try to die?”

“No!” Kenny was quick to answer. “No. I was just asking.”

“Well I’m not that desperate yet.” Kyle shrank a bit in his seat. He watched a particularly loud group try to jump over a bench and fall. “Not- not yet.”

Kenny said nothing.

Kyle eventually look over when the blond offered nothing more to say. To his surprise, Kenny actually looked visibly upset. He was chewing on his fingernails, and Kyle reached over to shove his hand away from his mouth.

“Let’s go get Stan,” Kenny said, not addressing the smack to the wrist.

“What?” Kyle hadn’t confided in Stan since the…second day? Third day? He was already forgetting.

“Let’s go get Stan,” Kenny repeated. “I’m not sure what else I can do. Maybe he has an idea.”

“Why Stan?” Kyle asked, bewildered. For some reason the suggestion made him uncomfortable.

“You guys used to be close, Ky.” Kenny said with a roll of his eyes. “I think he’d like to help you.”

“What do you mean used to be close?” Even Kyle’s hair seemed to bristle. “Stan and I are close.”

“Right, right.” Kenny soothed in a manner that made Kyle want to scream. “I just meant you used to be closer, babe. Like- hanging out everyday. Before you got busy, you career-driven dorkasaurus, you.”

Kyle glared. Kenny didn’t seem to care. “He might put me in a mental hospital or something.”

“Nah, I won’t let him.” Kenny smiled, something in his eyes striking Kyle as strange. The whole diverted commentary about him not being close unnerved him. “Wanna go get him?”

Kyle’s shoulders fell. “Yeah.”

“He comes in the side entrance. By that stupid sculpture-thing they put in.” Kenny gestured. “Go park by the curb. We’ll grab him when he heads in.”

Kyle obediently switched the car into drive and glanced over his shoulder before heading to the entrance. He took a breath, clicking his fingernails against the steering wheel.

“What are we going to tell him?” Kyle asked, eyes on the street to avoid running over the assholes who didn’t look before crossing. “So he doesn’t freak out?”

“We’re gonna tell him we’re having a skip day,” Kenny said, locking his fingers behind his neck, “And you’re going to drive around while we convince him we aren’t crazy.”

“Great.”

“I think so!”

Kyle huffed, a slight smile curving his lips. “There he is, go get him, then.”

Kenny nodded, and then opened the door to stick his head out.

“HEY, MARSH!”

“I could have done that, you nitwit.”

Stan looked over, soft brown eyes locking on the car and the two inside it. With a word to his friend he was walking with, he jogged over to where Kenny sat triumphantly and Kyle looked ready to shove his passenger out into a snowbank.

“Hey, guys.” Stan’s gaze flit between them. “What’s going on?”

“Get in.” Kenny’s eyes were sparkling. “His Royal Academia has agreed to skip school today.”

Stan’s eyebrows migrated to near his hairline, looking around Kenny to face Kyle for confirmation.

Kyle lifted a shoulder, face slightly red. “Just get in, Stan.”

The brunet only paused for a couple minutes before he plopped into the backseat, tossing his backpack beside him.

“Away, chauffer.” Kenny waved his hand regally. Kyle smacked his shoulder before pulling out of the parking spot.

“…This is weird,” Stan commented, pulling his hat off his head. His hair stuck up wildly, not that he seemed to notice. “Kenny, why are you wearing a blanket?”

The blond nearly beamed. “Kyle was fussing over me. Thought I looked cold.”

“I don’t fuss.” Kyle grumbled under his breath at the two, face turning darker.

“Yeah, you do.” Stan said at the same time Kenny snorted. Kyle gave Stan a look via the rearview mirror.

“I don’t, I-” Kyle didn’t mean for them to even hear, he just wanted to protest. “He’s too tall for my jackets so I grabbed a blanket is all.”

“Where’s my blanket?” Stan demanded, making Kenny start giggling like a madman.

“Fuck off, guys.”

“Why are you playing favorites? I thought we were friends, Kyle!”

Kenny snuggled smugly into his seat, watching Kyle blush and Stan grin as he heckled him.

“So Kyle is stuck in some kinda time loop.”

Kyle smacked his palms on the steering column. “Really, Kenny?”

“Huh?” Stan’s smile slipped off his face. Kenny’s expression turned serious and he flipped around to look Stan in the eyes.

“Kyle is experiencing the same day. Like, over and over.” Kenny’s brows furrowed. “The day ends and he wakes up Thursday again.”

Stan looked increasingly uncomfortable. “Uh…like déjà vu?”

“No, like I can’t make Thursday end.” Kyle finally spoke up, heart beating somewhere in his throat. “I wake up Thursday. I go through the day. I go to sleep. It’s Thursday again and I do something else. Day ends. Fucking Thursday.”

The boy stared at Kyle, expression somewhere between concern and terror.

“I believe him.” Kenny’s voice interrupted the pressing quiet.

“You do?” Stan looked over at him again. “You guys aren’t punking me?”

“I’m really not, Stan.” Kyle’s voice was firm but his hands were trembling. Kenny patted him on the shoulder. He took a breath. “I know it sounds crazy. But I can’t- I can’t get past today. I’m running out of ideas.”

“He thought maybe you could help him,” Kenny supplied.

Stan looked both touched and afraid. “Oh.”

Kyle was more or less just driving around aimlessly. He couldn’t sit still, his heart was pulsing in his head.

“I don’t know how much help I’d be,” Stan said nervously. “If you’re really trapped in some kind of…supernatural wormhole of time or something.”

Kyle made a noise of protest. “You’re making me sound crazy.”

“This is kinda crazy, dude.”

“Ky’s no crazier than normal.” Kenny said cheerfully. “You believe him, don’t you Stan?”

Stan fidgeted, tugging at his cloth gloves. “I mean…I believe Kyle believes it.”

Kyle shot him a scowl and Kenny nodded thoughtfully.

“Good start, Stanny-boy. A good start.”

“Okay,” Stan crossed his legs and twisted his hat in his hands. “So you’re stuck in time. Wow. Okay. Uh…” He scratched his chin. “What started it?”

“I don’t know,” Kyle said, feeling more and more agitated. “Nothing weird happened the day before. Nothing at all.”

“Park!” Kenny called out suddenly, making Kyle slam on the brakes.

The curly-haired boy whirled on Kenny, ready to verbally tear him apart for scaring him over something mundane but the boy was already speaking.

“Pull over here, you can’t talk if you’re driving.” Kenny was already clicking his seatbelt off. “Pull over, Kyle, let’s go!”

“Am I your fucking Uber driver or some shit now?” Kyle growled as he obeyed. “Goddamn it, Kenny.”

The blond scrambled out, jumping for the swings and standing on them like a moron, blanket waving like a cape.

Kyle watched him in bewilderment, and Stan hopped out of the car to grab Kyle’s sleeve.

“Are you really serious about this?” Stan asked, leaning to stare up at Kyle from under girlishly-long eyelashes.

“Yes, Stan.” Kyle watched Kenny swinging easily, not even watching the two. “I’m trapped. It sucks. I’m losing my fucking mind and I’m scared to shit I’m going to be stuck like this forever.”

“Okay,” Stan said for the umpteenth time. His fingers twisted into Kyle’s sleeve more insistently. “How many days have you got?”

“Like- nine? Ten?” Kyle looked uncomfortable, sinking onto a bench. “I can’t record them. I’m starting to forget.”

Stan was quiet a moment. “That’s- really fucking scary, Kyle.”

“Yeah.”

Kenny jumped off the swings and trotted over, blanket still around his shoulders.

“Alright, if we’re sitting here like adults,” Kenny complained, moving to sit cross-legged on the frozen ground. “Whatcha think, Stan?”

The brunet shrugged, pulling his hat back on. His whole expression radiated a kind of pity that was making Kyle nervous.

“It’s…hard to believe,” Stan said carefully. “And really freaky. I think I’d go crazy.”

“I’m about to,” Kyle said miserably.

“When did you tell Kenny?”

Kyle glared down at the boy who was smiling up at the two. “Like the third day.”

“Wow,” Stan said, fighting off a smile. “Way to keep me in the loop.”

“I told you right after and you thought I was fucking crazy,” Kyle said frostily. “I was in a hospital against my will. I told you both the first day and neither of you seemed to believe me.”

Both Kenny and Stan looked surprised at that, the former frowning and Stan cringing.

“I was- I was kidding Kyle, sorry.”

“Yeah, well don’t.” Kyle rubbed his eyes. “Not about this. Please.”

Stan looked so apologetic that Kyle couldn’t even muster a glare, and Kenny spoke up soothingly.

“He’s just trying to lighten the mood, Kyle, relax.”

The Jewish boy was not in the mood to be soothed.

“Don’t tell me to fucking relax!” Kyle said, and Stan immediately groaned as he saw where this was going. “I’m going fucking crazy over here, let’s skip the jokes about this, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” Kenny waved his fingers at him with what was clearly trying to be a charming smile. “Chill, I didn’t m-”

“Stop telling me to chill!” Stan pulled at Kyle’s sleeve but the honors student shrugged him off. “Stop talking about it!”

Kenny closed his mouth, a look of annoyance crossing his face before he shrugged. “Okay.”

Kyle didn’t like that either, and fought down the urge to push the ass into the snow. Stan was looking between them, biting his lip between his teeth as the other boys locked eyes and held them.

“I’m gonna go grab something,” Kenny said suddenly, standing up easily and dropping the blanket into Kyle’s lap. “See you guys, okay?”

The two watched him stalk off, Kyle with ferocity in his green-brown eyes and Stan with concern.

“You pissed him off, Kyle.” Stan gently pointed out.

“Why?” Kyle demanded, whirling around. “I just don’t want to- it’s scary, I’m fucking scared, I don’t want it to be a joke, okay?”

“I get it! I get it,” Stan reassured him. “But dude, Kenny’s really on edge about this. You said he believed you.”

“Yeah. Right off.”

“Well, he’s probably worried or some shit. You know Kenny, he uses humor to make anything he finds uncomfortable better.”

“Yeah,” Kyle couldn’t disagree with that. “But it really isn’t helping. I didn’t want him to fucking leave, I wanted him to just stop- stop talking about it like that.”

“He’s taking it seriously,” Stan said in a wild move of understanding. “He isn’t making fun of you.”

Kyle’s shoulders slumped. “I know.”

Both of the boys were quiet, Kyle burying his cold fingers in the blanket resting on his lap. It just- he was afraid, and he hated feeling afraid, and he just wanted the topic dropped forever. Only he couldn’t. He just kept reliving and reliving and reliving again.

“I believe you, Kyle.” Stan’s voice was gentle.

“…Thanks.” Kyle swallowed.

Stan sat next to him, neither saying a word. As far as plans went, there really wasn’t any to make. Kyle had known that deep down. There wasn’t anything they could do. What anyone could do.

At least it was comforting to have Stan not looking at him like he lost his mind. Not that it would matter. Tomorrow it would just begin again, and Kyle was starting to feel more alone than ever.

#sp k2 #k2 #kenny mccormick #kyle x kenny #kyle broflovski #PaisleyWrites #Stan's back and Kyle has another friend for a while #Split this one up too #Probably will post another tomorrow but I'm working overtime so idk

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