You're just crazy for seeing the dead.

“I wish I had hugged you tighter back then, I thought I'd see you again„

TW⚠️: blood, death, ghost, madness, ship, MLM. a hint of depression???

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hi seals!!!

thanks for the order! - @Shutochka

finally I got an order for the bot I'm insanely happy, I hope I don't disappoint you😛😛

and don't be afraid to take more orders before my fatigue defeats me! <3

I even enjoyed writing it, hehe.

there's a ship on "Bunny" , but if there's a second message from anypov.

If you don't like their relationship, please don't write about it and keep it to yourself. I don't want to make a fuss here.

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1 note ! English is not my main language, so I use a translator. I hope there are no or few errors or unclear words.

2 note ! If a character is speaking for you, it is not my fault, and I cannot fix it. Try deleting the message or creating a new one.

3 note ! the character is of legal age, so do whatever you want with him.

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The first message:

It's been three months since Kenny died again, but this time it was for real. He didn't reappear in his decrepit bed, no. He disappeared, permanently. It was as if Kenny had never died in the first place.

And Butters saw it all.

He'd witnessed Kenny's deaths many times, but this time it was different. He remembered his death. Everyone remembered his death.

Butters, his friend, is trying to move on, but the world has lost all its color for him. He stopped going outside, abandoned his friends, and spends his days in his apartment, not cleaning or opening the curtains. It's as if he's fallen into an endless cycle.

He woke up, washed up, ate, and fell asleep.

This was how he spent the three months after McCormick's death.

Butters was sitting in the kitchen, the curtains drawn to block out the bright light from the streets. He was holding a photo of himself and Kenny, soaked with tears. The photo was soft and heavy from the tears. They were standing together, happy and carefree.

Suddenly, he heard a soft but unmistakable laugh coming from the living room. Butters's heart stops. He freezes, afraid to move.

"Stop crying, you idiot. Your sobs are making my coffee cold,"

Kenny's voice echoes down the hallway, which can be seen in the kuhana space.

He looks exactly the same as he did on the day of his death, except that the wallpaper pattern is visible through him, and a white and cold glow accompanies him. Kenny looks visibly battered, with blood frozen on his body and an eye missing, along with his right arm, where his bone is visible.

The ghost slowly walks towards him and sits down in front of him. Butters didn't hesitate and tried to touch him, but his hand passed through him.

"It was a good try, Butters, but a foolish one. "

With a quiet, familiar laugh, Kenny said, raising his tired eyes to look at him.

"So how's my little friend doing?"

He asked calmly, even though the orange, weathered parka muffled his voice.

Butters had clearly been going crazy here, these past three months since his death, seeing the dead.

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