In the state of Colorado, there was a little mountain town called South Park, home to many kinds of weird folks. From homosexuals, short insomniacs, Jewish people, it was a teeny tiny band, and this small town was just about to get a new arrival. Colin Finn and his son, Nicholas, he had decided to move to South Park so they could start over in a brand new town after a recent tragedy occured.
The two had already called the mayor of the town, and he had already paid for a house in the town, all he needed was to just unpack their things from the moving truck when it arrived.
"Dad," said Nicholas, "Out of all of the places in the world to move to, why did you choose South Park? There are only two seasons in the place."
"Because I felt like we needed a fresh start in a place away from the cities and the bustling streets." Colin answered.
"You DO know what has happened here before right?"
"The American-Canadian war was started here, why?"
Nick did not expect his Dad to know the answer, so he stood there in silence.
"I may not look it son, but I do know what I am getting myself into. This place isn't exactly Nirvana, and I know it is going to be tough to make friends, but remember what I told you…"
"If people start to make fun of you, just make up a clever comeback and don't be afraid to call them out." Nick answered.
"Keep it light though, the mayor told me that the kids here are nice, but they are a bit of a chore to get to know sometimes."
"Dad, I know what I am doing. You just focus on getting the house ready, and I will focus on making friends. Got it?"
"Got it, son."
After arriving at the house, he went inside to find to a decent sized two-floor house. Colin's family was of decent wealth, he was a therapist that specialized with children, and he was pretty well known in the city, mostly in part because he was the only one that was actually worth a damn, and could produce good results, but he felt like moving into a big house would've made it harder for Nick to make friends, but even so, this house still screamed, "We're richer than you all!" But that wasn't what was important at that moment. What was important was getting all of his stuff moved in. Thankfully, most of the stuff was already in its place, and he wasn't going to question it.
Nick warmed up to the place rather quickly, his room was on the second floor, and it was empty, of course, so he decided to spruce up the place with posters of various Broadway shows, movies, video games, and so forth, he also put his toys, in one of the drawers, and set up his computer at his desk. Once he was done with decorations, it began to compliment his own personal tastes. However, he didn't feel like doing much of anything else, so he went downstairs, and watched Terrance and Phillip.
"You still watch this stuff." Colin asked, hearing the obnoxious laughter, and fart jokes from the kitchen.
"It's a guilty pleasure, you don't see me making fun of the kinds of shows you watch. And besides, this show is popular around here for better or for worse."
Colin shrugged his shoulders in response and went back to unpacking.
After a few hours of unpacking, someone ranged the doorbell. Nick knew his Dad was busy so he opened the door in his stead. It was the couple from next door, the male had short brown hair, while his wife had short blonde hair, and their son, who had been hiding behind his parents, had short blonde hair as well. Nick felt like something was off about them, but decided to just let the feeling subside.
"Hey, son, my name is Stephen Stotch, and this is my wife, Linda, and my son, Butters."
"Nice to meet you all, my name is Nicholas, but you can just call me Nick." Nicholas shook the hands of the couple, but noticed that Butters seemed to be too shy to talk to him. "My Dad is inside in the kitchen if you want to talk to him." And from the first glance he did not like Stephen or Linda, he felt like there was something wrong about them, but he couldn't place what. He didn't know what to think of Butters yet, but he seemed nice enough, in contrast to his parents.
"Hey there, new neighbor, my name is Stephen." Stephen went to introduce himself to Colin.
"Nice to meet you, Stephen, my name is Colin. Seems you already met, Nick."
"Yeah, seems like a good kid."
"Is this your wife and son?" Colin asked looking at Linda and Butters. "That is right."
"My name is Linda, and this our son, Leopold Butters Stotch, but everyone in town calls him Butters." Colin didn't know what to think of this family, so he decided to sit down with them and talk, while Stephen sent Butters off the play with Nick.
"Is that really your name, Butters?" Nick asked, finding it weird that his name was a pun.
"Y-Yes it is. Well my actual name is Leopold, but I don't really mind being called 'Butters.'" Butters answered nervously. Nick thought that kid seemed nice enough, but a bit on the frail side, he could tell that he gets teased a lot, just from how Butters stood. Leaning back, always looking down, sweeping his feet against the floor, but he seemed like a nice kid, and a lot more tolerable than his folks. "Why don't people just call you, Leo, or something?" Nick asked.
"I-I don't know," Butters answered softly. "Everyone around here has called me Butters since I was born. Besides I don't mind."
For some reason, Nick felt sorry for the kid, he could tell that was a good kid, but he was surrounded by others that probably manipulated him into doing things he wouldn't want to do otherwise. "Hey, I noticed you live next door, and if you would like, we could be friends." Nick offered. Butters seemed to brighten up at the word. "R-Really?! You mean it?!"
"Sure, just give me your number, and I will text it to you."
"Sure…" Butters handed him his phone number, and Nick texted a 'hey', and they put each other down on their contacts. "Thank you very much. Aw geez, you are probably the second person who actually wanted to be my friend."
Nick caught what he said, and decided to press him for more information. "That can't be true, I am pretty sure the others wanted to be your friends."
"Not really, I mean, people like me, Stan and Kyle at least try, and they hang out with me on occasion, but I am usually spending my time with Kenny."
"What do they look like?"
"Oh, uh… Stan wears a blue beanie and a brown jacket most of the time, he has black hair, and he is best friends with Kyle, they have been together for like years, he is a Jewish kid with red hair, but he covers up most of it with a green hat, and he usually wears an orange jacket."
"And Kenny?"
"Oh… Kenny usually wears an orange parka, he can be hard to understand because his voice is muffled by the parka, but he has blonde hair."
"Thanks for the info, at least I'll know who to become friends with."
"Just be careful, they like to give the new kid hell, especially Cartman, but you should be fine if you know what to say around them."
"And what does this Cartman look like?"
"He is a fat brown haired kid, shouldn't be hard to find him in a crowd."
Nick chuckled at the comment. "It seems to me that not a lot of people like him."
"No, but he somehow manages to be part of Stan's group. Cartman likes to use me for certain jobs, and well… they aren't getting fun. I remember this one time where he put his mouth on my penis in my sleep and took a picture to make fun of me, but it ended up backfiring on him. Although he did have a girlfriend."
Nick was struck silent by what he had just heard. It's worse than I thought. Nick knew that Butters was naive at the first glance, but with people like that, this naivete was dangerous. "Hey, do you think that Cartman will try to pick on me?" Nick asked.
"At least most of the school will. I even did my fair share of bullying on new kids. I'm not a complete wimp." Butter's admitted.
"Bullying, in general, is not good, Butters. I would actually like to make friends with the other kids though."
"Well, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny will probably warm up to you, if you can show that you aren't a pussy." Butters said, innocently.
"Oh, well that won't be too hard," Nick admitted. "Although, my Dad is a bit of a Gary Stu."
"What's that?"
"A Gary Stu is someone who doesn't have a single flaw and can solve everyone's problems. I love my Dad, don't get me wrong, but he is way too perfect, and that can either be a blessing or a curse. Or both…" Butters looked at Nick with more confusion, and Nick couldn't help but sigh. From what he can tell, the people here in this town aren't the smartest people in the world, but in a way, he was kinda glad that was the case.
"Um… Nick." Butters got Nick's attention. "If you want, I can introduce you to a few kids in town, all I have to do is tell Stan and Kyle, and they will try and make you feel welcome, just be mindful that Stan can be a bit of killjoy sometimes."
"That is alright, I like being around cynics, it makes me feel more aware." Nick didn't really care about the attitude he just wanted to make friends with the people in this town. "When can we start?"
"Now." As soon he asked, Butters texted everyone in town about Nick.
Butters: "Hey guys, guess what their is a new kid in town, and he wants to meet everyone.
Kyle: "Seriouslly, well we might as well got meet the kid.
Stan: "It's not like I have anything better to do.
Cartman: "Why should we care, he is probably another poor kid like Kenny."
Kenny: "FUCK YOU, ERIC!"
Kyle: "Calm down, Kenny. Where are we going to meet, Butters"
Butters: How about at Stan's house?"
"Stan: My parents are gonna be out tomorrow, so it should be fine. Is 12:00 alright?
"Stan wants to know if 12:00 tomorrow at his house is alright."
"That is fine, I will tell my Dad about it."
Butters: "New Kid says that is fine."
Kenny: "Wait, you're with the new kid?"
Butters: Yeah, my parents wanted to introduce themselves to his Dad."
Cartman: "Where is his Mom? Fucking complete strangers?"
Kyle: SHUT UP, FATASS! We will learn about him tomorrow."
Cartman: GOD DAMMIT KYLE, DON'T CALL ME FAT, YOU STUPID JEW!"
Stan: "Butters you might want to remove yourself from this chat, this might go on for a while."
Kenny: "Yeah, we don't want your parents grounding you again. At least I don't…"
Butters: "Thanks guys, I will see you tomorrow."
And with Butters got off of his phone. "Alrighty, the date is set, Nick."
"Thanks, Butters, it's getting pretty late, we should probably get back downstairs.
"Yeah, if we don't come down now, my parents are going to ground me."
Nick noticed what Butters said. Ground him for not coming down stairs, that seems kinda harsh. He decided not to press on it though.
"Oh good, Butters I was about to yell for you to come down." Stephen said, nonchalantly. Nick gave his Dad a "What the fuck" look, and his Dad returned it with a "Don't question it" look.
"It's time to go home now. Did you enjoy your time with Nick?" Linda asked.
"Sure did, Mom. He even gave me his phone number."
"Wow, that was unnaturally nice of him."
Colin could tell that Butters parents loved their son, but the way Butters acted made him think that something was wrong.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Butters." Nick said, waving at Butters.
"S-See you soon, Nick."
And then they walked back towards their house, Nick and Colin decided to have a chat.
"I am going to meet a few more of the kids tomorrow."
"That's good, did Butters set it up."
"Yeah, he is a really nice, Dad. I like him."
"That's good, Nick, but did you notice something off about him." Colin gave Nick a serious look, and Nick responded, "Yeah, he seems to be really afraid of his parents, he was worried that if he didn't come downstairs soon, he would be grounded, even though his parents sent him up with me. I also noticed that he held on to his right arm alot, like it was in pain."
"I get the feeling he is not the only kid who had issues. I am going to ask the mayor for my own office here. You focus on trying to find anything that the other kids are hiding, okay?"
"You got it, Dad. I don't want to make the same mistake as last time." Nick's expression suddenly turned melancholic.
"I know, son. I know."
"Dad, you can't do this alone. I know now might not be a good time, but you should seriously call Edward, he might be able to help."
"Nick, I haven't spoken to your brother since he got married two years ago."
"I know, but maybe now that she isn't here, maybe he will come home to us."
"We'll see, son."
"Everything will be alright, Dad. I just know it."