"oh, fuck off, Fat-ass!" Kyle growled, pushing Eric away. It was around 10 pm. A usual Saturday night in their quiet little town. Kenny was spending some quality time with his friends, nothing too dangerous just getting into some trouble. They turned down the street to flashing lights and sirens and crowds.
"What the fuck…?!" Stan whispered under his breath. They all hurried down the street to see what was happening, whose house it was. "Butters? Bet his mom finally snapped and killed his asshole dad" Eric joked, though his laughing was cut off abruptly as both Mr. and Mrs. Stotch were led out of the house, the latter sobbing her eyes out as she was kept from going back inside.
It happened too quickly, Kenny ran inside, barely hearing his friends calling out. He went up the stairs and into the bedroom of his friend before stopping in his tracks and staring wide eyed as the lifeless body swung slowly from it's rope attacked to the roof. It hurt to look, seeing Butters without his smile. His eyes lifeless and dull.
Everything went silent. He was pushed to the side as a stretcher was brought in and Butters was taken down. As they ran by a piece of folded up paper fell from his hand and Kenny picked it up, he was silent the entire walk home though so were the rest of his friends.
The funeral would be two weeks from then.