"Butters, how many times have I told you, we have an alphabetized pantry for a reason!"

The blonde-haired boy could only look down and mumble a meek "S-sorry, Sir," as his father scolded him. He hated making his father cross with him and knew he deserved whatever he had coming.

Stephen closed his eyes and sighed, running his fingers through his brown hair and folding his arms. Just as he was about to give Butters a punishment, a voice came from the living room.

"Stephen, she's here!" Linda called, fixing her bright blonde hair. He stopped what he was doing as he and Butters entered the living room. In the doorway was a girl no older than Butters who wore a green dinosaur hoodie and rain boots. She was completely soaked from the rain and wore a blank expression on her face. Beside her were several animal carriers and one luggage for her clothes and belongings.

"Olive, good to see you," Stephen said, letting go of any anger he had and hugging her. "Look how big you've gotten!"

She didn't say a word. Instead, she picked up a basket of fruits and vegetables, handing it to Linda, who smiled immediately.

"Is this from your farm? Thank you," she grinned. Olive only nodded and sighed. Linda looked at the animal carriers, trying to hide her uneasiness. "Are these all your pets?"

Olive nodded again as Butters gave her a friendly hug.

"Hey, remember me? I'm your cousin, Butters. I know we were real little when we last saw each other but I sure remember you!" he said. She coughed several times into her sleeve and gave him a peremptory gesture. "Oh, are you sick? It's awful cold out. You should wear a raincoat."

Linda felt Olive's forehead.

"Oh, my, you're burning up! I know you just got here, but why don't you and Butters head up to bed?"

Olive picked up her animal carriers and followed Butters up the stairs and to his room. Upon entering, she released her miniature Australian shepherd and two orange tabbies. She set her guinea pig cages on the floor and her hamsters on a nearby table near her snake tank.

"You sure do have a lot of animals," Butters commented as he removed his blue shirt and pants, slipping on his polka-dotted pajamas. "My parents don't really let me have any pets."

She quickly put on a blue tank top and yellow shorts before crawling into bed. Butters got in beside her.

"I-I know you're sad, Olive, but we'll take good care of you. You know, this is just like havin' a sister. I've always wanted a brother or sister," he said. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and closed his eyes. "Well, good night."

Olive nodded and turned to her side. She wouldn't allow herself to close her eyes. Every time she did, she saw horrible things she couldn't describe. Morbid, haunting images that impaled her soul at the slightest thought of them. What she had seen, she had no words for, and it could never go away.

What she had seen was indescribable. Unforgiving. Something not even time could heal.

"Butters, Olive, breakfast!"

Butters hurriedly rushed downstairs, nearly tripping over Olive's dog. He sat down in front of a plate of warm waffles covered in smooth maple syrup and butter. Olive slowly trailed behind him, sitting down in front of her waffles but not touching them for several minutes.

"Olive, aren't you going to eat?" Butters asked.

Olive shook her head.

"Now Olive, I know you're not going through a very happy time, but you need to eat," Linda said, tying her baby pink robe together.

She wasn't one to disagree with authority, so Olive took a few bites of her waffle. Once she finished, she followed Butters out the door without saying a word.

She kept a few feet away from Butters as she walked to school. She hated the thought of starting over. All she wanted was her old life back. She couldn't bear the thought of never going back home. It was like she had been defeated. Everything she once knew was ripped apart from her, never to return. It was like a hole had been ripped through her heart, and she was stuck with that lonely, sinking feeling. But maybe, just maybe, her first day at a new school wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps it could be something to compensate for her hellish week.

Right...

It literally took me months to finish this how I wanted it. Please review. I missed you guys. I didn't write half of this in the hospital (drugged and hardly able to think) to not get reviews. I love you guys!

Suggestions are welcome. Now is a great time to tell me what you want to see. More Butters/Olive fluff? An argument between Eric and Olive? A giant unicorn that kills Kenny? I don't always use suggestions, but if I can, I do.

Moosey out!