Just another cute fluffy story. See what you think of it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of South Park!
"Oh, hamburgers." Butters slowly removed the binoculars from his distress eyes.
Again, another woodpecker flew by. He'd felt like he'd seen every bird species in Colorado, with the exception for the blue jays, the one bird he had wanted to see before migration happened. Unfortunately, six hours, a bag of birdseeds, and lost patience elapsed too quickly into the evening, where he wouldn't be able to see anything, let alone blue jays. Butter sighed, deciding to do one more overview before going in for dinner, though his mother's cooking could use a touch-up. He replaced the binoculars onto his eyes and turned ninety degrees when a face appeared in the magnified image.
"Ah!" Butters squeaked out, falling backwards. He looked up to see a familiar face, not at all terrifying in a normal view.
"What's up, Buttercup?" Kenny looked at him with an obvious grin that told Butters Kenny had scared him with a full intent. Also supported by the fact Kenny was hanging upside down on a tree branch. Come to think of it, how did he get there and was it strong enough to support his weight – even though he didn't weigh much? The question floating in Butters' mind was answered as the branch cracked under pressure, and it led to very loud quote unquote 'Fuck!'
"Oh, Kenny! Are you okay?" Butters crawled over to the bushes where the literally fallen Kenny lied. Thankfully he was still alive for Butters did not want to deal with a dead body and be late for dinner. His parents had already grounded him twice for skipping breakfast and missing lunch. When adding all that up, he felt hungry, especially when his stomach growled. Nonetheless, Butters shook his head. Now was not the time to be thinking about food. "Kenny?" He pointed him at the side, and Kenny delivered a small giggle.
"I'm fine, Butters." He sat up and groaned as sharp needles of pain traveled to his lower back. "Fuck. . . Can you help me up here?" He held out his hands and Butters grabbed hold. Kenny pulled without warning and plop! The petit boy fell on him, as dizzy as one could get by falling on someone. "Ow. . ."
"Ah golly! I'm sorry, Kenny!" Butters blushed as he noticed how close the two were and how Kenny was staring at him with a nerve-wracking smirk.
"Butters. . ."
"Kenny, s-stop! I have to be home for dinner. Mother's going to be real m-mad if I don't m-make it in time!" Butters tried to wiggle out of Kenny's steel-like grasp, but all in vain. "But, but you need to eat dinner too, you know!"
Butters whimpered as Kenny replied with "Oh, Buttercup. You are my dinner."
And the blue jays floated by without a single sound.