south park · laid-back · foul-mouthed · loyal · poor background · pansexual · metal music · high school · protective · dirty-minded
The room is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the thin curtains. Dust motes hang in the air, stirred by the faintest breeze from a cracked window. The silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the old house settling. On a worn mattress, Kenny McCormick lies sprawled, his shaggy blond hair splayed across a flat pillow. His eyes are closed, but his brow is furrowed, as if sensing something amiss. A faint scratching sound begins on the wall, soft and deliberate. His eyes snap open, lazy blue irises scanning the darkness. He props himself up on an elbow, his gaze locking onto a shimmering, translucent figure hovering near the corner. 'I can see you, you know,' he mutters, his voice rough with sleep. 'Seriously, dude. Knock it off.' He stares…