TWEEK X BUTTERS. REALLY GODDAMN MACABRE! BLOOD AND DEATH WARNING!
Butters opened the bathroom door slowly and quietly. He didn't want to be caught in here. He tiptoed to the stalls cautiously and knocked on each door. No one answered, so Butters decided he could proceed. He slipped into one of the stalls and opened his backpack. He dug through countless folders and books before finding the pocket knife he had hidden in the bottom. Butters flicked the blade out and ran his finger gently up and down the edge gently. He let out a thoughtful sigh. Could he bring himself to do it? Butters heard the bathroom door open and jumped up onto the toilet. He hoped that whoever it was only had to pee. The door to his stall opened and was face-to-face with Tweek.
"Ah! B-Butters! What are you doing with that knife? Oh hell, man! You could get in trouble with that!" he panicked.
Tweek turned and tried to run out the door, but Butters grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back. Butters began to cry.
"Tweek, don't tell anyone!" he begged.
"Secrets? That's too much pressure!" Tweek screamed as he squirmed to get free.
Butters had no choice but to kill Tweek. He stabbed the knife into his neck and watched the crimson blood pour from the wound. Tweek flailed frantically and screamed an ungodly amount. Finally, Tweek turned pale and dropped to the ground. His blood splashed all over Butters and the stall he was in.
"Oh fucking hamburgers!" Butters sobbed, slamming his head into the stall door.
He didn't know what to do. How could he fix this? Butters had no ideas at all. He decided to just proceed with what he was doing before. He removed the knife from Tweek's neck and wiped the blood off with his shirt. He stabbed the knife into his own neck and felt his warm blood run down his body. Butters twisted the knife and winced. He smiled at the same time, though. He knew it would all be over soon. As he removed the knife from his neck, he pulled a suicide note out of his pocket. He unfolded it and stuck it to the wall with his knife. He lay down next to Tweek and hugged his corpse.
"I never got to tell you how I felt. And it's all my fault you're dead," he cried. Butters ran a finger through a puddle of his blood and drew half of a heart with it. He then used another finger to get some of Tweek's blood. He used it to draw the other half of the heart. Butters gave him a peck on the lips and he exhaled his last breath. He went limp and died next to the one he loved.
