]Dovahkiin's POV[
I am currently being carried princess style by both Craig and Stan, because and I quote "your ass to beefy." Well it's not exactly princess style but Craig has his arms wrapped around my upper torso while Stan's got his around my waist and legs.

We are currently rushing towards city hall I think? Also I apparently some how barked us into next week? In one go? I don't really know honestly, I'm kinda blacking out here and there and thinking is getting harder and harder. I know we're stopping Cartman possessed by his own hand puppet from becoming mayor. Or something? I think? Judging by the fact that some red necks in a truck just passed by shouting "We won! Mitch Connor is mayor yeah!" I think we're already too late.

"Earth to Mutt Butt, have you even heard anything we've been saying?" Craig asks shifting his hold so that my heads not just hanging upside down off his arm. I feel Stan shift his hold on my legs as well in response.

"You were talking?" I ask. "You know I've never been drunk or high before but I think this is what it feels like."

"Yeaaaaaah I think he's got a concussion or something." Stan comments.

"Oh did I say that shit out loud? Woops."

"Why are we bringing Dovahkiin along again? I'm pretty sure if anything we should be bringing him to a hospital." Butters says looking at me in concern.

"Yeah he's not exactly gonna be much help to us in this state..." Clyde comments, poking my cheek. I respond by turning and trying to bite his finger which I probably shouldn't have done because now everything is spinning.

"Well we couldn't just leave him at that place! We'll get him to a hospital after we've dealt with McPudge hand." Kyle responds.

"Too late me thinks."

"Okay maybe we should be taking him to a hospital now..."

"No. Bite hand man."

"Dova are you just being stupid or have you actually lost the ability to communicate properly?" Kenny asks.

"Bit of both. Talkin' stupid easier." I respond moving my head back over Craig's arm to look at Kenny.

"Would you stop doing that? I'm pretty sure having your head hanging isn't helping anything." Craig says shifting me again. I feel both him and Stan pause to lift me up higher and regain their grip on me.

"It's fiiiine. I didn't even hit my head or anything."

"If my memory serves correctly, you got a shit ton of plants slammed on top of you." Token points out.

"So?"

I hear Kenny sigh and try to fling my head back to look at him again, but I feel someone put their hand on the back of my head to prevent it. Judging by the slight twitching, it's Tweek.

"Dovy, I'm pretty sure getting plants slammed into you would've resulted in your head getting hit. Not to mention you did take a fair amount of punches to the head, and a lot more hits everywhere else too. Aside from that there's also the overexertion, sc....mutant ca...., tram..... ram....he..d...me..al...do.." wooooaaaaah that's a lot of ringing. What's Ken doll saying? Meh I'm sure he'll tell me later if it's important.

I'm sleepy.

$~Stan's POV~$

"Umm Kenny." I call out to try to get him to stop ranting his very dazed looking boyfriend into unconsciousness.

".... I'm pretty sure you head butted your way through a metal door or two, you-"

"Guys, we have a problem." I announce louder, cutting him off as I stare at Dovahkiin as he closes his eyes and lets his head lull forwards and to the side. Me and Craig make panicked eye contact and instantly try shaking him awake, but all that happens is his head flopping around and landing on Craig's shoulder.

"Yeah no shit! The whole Mayor's office is blocked like a fortress!" Clyde points out.

"Th-That's not the GAH problem! Dovahkiin just p-passed out!" Tweek shouts. Well that's also a problem but I feel like this is a bigger one.

"W-well he's kinda been doing that since we left the l-lab." Jimmy points out. "Just sh-shake him awake again."

"That's the problem! We can't! He's just turned into a complete rag doll!" I say, panic creeping into my voice as Craig shakes him a bit for emphasis.

"Guys this is really bad this time. Butters is right we should-" Craig gets cut off by a shout from the Mayor's office.

"FUUUCK YOU GUYS! I'm gonna pass so many laws and fuck you guys so hard right now!" We all turn to look up at the damn hand puppet in the window.

"This is bad. This is really fucking bad!" Kenny says, fisting his hands through his hair, causing his hood to come off. He then proceededs to start pacing back and forth in front of all of us as he continues. "Dova is really fucking hurt and exhausted, all of us are exhausted, Cartman has been possessed by a hand puppet or some shit, said hand puppet has become mayor some how and is planning on destroying every thing, and there isn't anything we can-"

"Dovahkiin." We all jump at the sudden voice behind us.

"GAH!"

"Morgan Freeman's back."  Kyle points out, pointing at the floating box with Morgan Freeman.

"Yes yes hello. Are any of you able to wake him up?" Morgan Freeman asks, pointing to the unconscious body in my and Craig's arms.

"No." The two of us reply instantaneously.

"I don't suppose it was a spell that knocked him out was it?"

"Um no just a shit load of injuries. Why?" Token replies. We're all just kinda staring at Freeman in a sort of daze. How does he do this shit? Hell, how does he know so much shit?"

"Well damn. True loves kiss can't fix that. Alright looks like I'll have to help you all fix the anomaly myself then."

"What?" We all ask at the same time.

"Just come to the taco shop." He replies before vanishing.

"That.... That's weird even for you guys right?" Wendy asks, turning to all of us to clarify.

"Oh this is really fucking weird. But like not in the same way that summoning Cthulhu or giant guinea pig apocalypse weird, just like.... weird weird." Kyle explains.

We then all kinda just stand there for a moment staring at where Morgan Freeman had been before Token breaks the silence. "So to the taco shop?"

"Yeah sure."

"Mm hmm."

"Might as well."

"Yup."

"I-I guess."

"Here we go a-ag-again"

"Let's do this!"

"Tim Timmy!"

"To the taco shop!"

Me, Kyle, Craig, Clyde, Tweek, Jimmy, Butters, Timmy, Scott, and Wendy all say in agreeance. Kenny merely looks at Dovahkiin before nodding. Now we're all heading towards the taco shop.

"He'll be okay Ken. He's always okay." Kyle says quietly, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

"Is he though? Is he ever really 'Okay?' Besides, even if he is, what if this is the time he isn't?"

"Morgan Freeman said something about an anomaly right? I'm assuming he probably meant a time anomaly, so if we fix that we'll probably be able to fix everything else, and by proxy, help Dova right?" Wendy points out.

"And how in the hell are we supposed to do that?"

"Umm... well...."

"That's what I thought." Ken says glaring at the ground grumpily. He seems to unconsciously gravitate towards D, grabbing one of his hands and mindlessly playing with his fingers while a whirlwind of emotions goes over his face.

I hear Kyle let out a sigh as he looks to our two friends with worry and frustration in his eyes. He falls into step at my side murmuring, "Why's it always them? Hell why's it always us?"

"I don't know but I wish it wasn't." I murmur back, looking at the two boys in front of us. Our supernatural friends, one that is plagued to constantly die without actually dying while the other loses his mind and humanity every full moon.

The rest of the walk is mostly silent, a few of us quietly wondering what Morgan Freeman is gonna tell us and how we'll fix this.

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|•|Kenny's POV|•|
We reach the Taco shop and Morgan Freeman starts talking about how dangerous playing with time can be, which makes me wonder why he taught Dovy how to in the first place.

He's also saying something about a seven layer Quesarrito Chipotle something or other creating a wormhole? I dunno, I'm not really paying attention, I'm more worried about my boyfriend than any of this shit at this point.

"With this, Dovahkiin will be able to fart back in time to before Mitch Connor gained power. But first we need to get him to wake up. Set him in that chair over there." He points over to the table and chair by the cactus. I reluctantly let go of my boyfriends hand so that Stan and Craig can sit him in the chair and lower his head onto the table.

We then look to see Morgan Freeman pouring a bunch of shit in a cup, turning back around as he swishes it around in the cup. He then looks at Dov, hums, grabs a towel and walks over to the table. He sets the cup down, removes Dov's glasses slightly, places the towel over his eyes and returns the glasses the best he can with the towel in the way.

"Um Mr.Morgan Freeman, sir, what is that?" Butters asks.

"Hydrogen peroxide, neosporin, and sprite." He responds before splashing it on Dovahkiin's face.

"Um, how the hell was that supposed to help?" I ask kinda angrily. Like seriously what was that supposed to do?

"Like that." Morgan Freeman says gesturing to Dova, as he slowly groans and he sits up. He hisses in pain as his glasses and towel fall from his face. "Honestly I'm surprised that actually worked. I didn't think it would."

"Why does my face sting like hell and why is it sticky?" He groans out as he turns to look at us while holding his head. "And where the fuck am I? And where are my glasses? Better yet, can someone just tell me what's going on?"

I simply respond by latching onto him and burying my head in his neck as the tears start to flow again.

"Well this hasn't answered my question but I'm okay with that." He says returning my hug.

"Your questions and cute couple stuff will have to wait. Dovahkiin, wipe your face off, put your glasses on and eat this. You need to travel back in time to stop Mitch Connor." Morgan Freeman interrupts.

"Wait all of that shit was real?"

"Yes. Very."

"Well shit."

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END OF CHAPTER 39
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An: IM BACK BITCHES! It's been a month again but now that I'm all finished up with school I actually have time and motivation to do other shit! Including writing! Also holy shit I've finished my first year in college.

Though I must admit it hasn't at all been like I imagined it would be, and I'm not saying that just cause of the Coronavirus situation. Which I hope you're all being safe and smart about, stay at home you Hooligans!

Anyways, I hope you're all doing okay, I'm doing better than I was last you heard from me and like I said, imma try and be more consistent with uploads to this but you know how that goes.

Buuut we are nearing the end so maybe that'll get me to kick my ass in gear. There's definitely been a lot more people reading this series and commenting on it and stuff so that makes me happy and gives me even more reason to get my ass in gear.

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