Hey guys! This is my first ever story I do hope you like it,constructive criticism is welcome!
Butters crept into his parents room. He made sure not to wake his parents so his plan would work. He went to their bed and pulled out a revolver, he took it from his dads safe which was left unlocked. He was finally going to be free, and they would get what he felt they deserved. He pulled the hammer back and pointed in at his mothers head, immediately his mind was filled with memories of good times with his parents. Memories of Christmases, birthdays, vacations, all made him think second thoughts. He then thought of all the bad times, the punishments, beatings, arguments he felt he caused. Those memories pushed all doubt to the back of his mind, he was going to end it. He aimed at his mothers head, sighed and pulled the trigger. The hammer went down and the chargé exploded spitting the bullet towards it's target, he did not miss. The sound was deafening and he was shocked as his mothers arm fell off the bed. His father was immediately awoken and sprung up, he turned his head and saw his son standing over his wife with a smoking gun. Butters saw his father look at him and instantly pulled the hammer back and spoke. "Don't come any closer!" Mr. Stotch was speechless as his son fired a second shot which hit him in his chest. Mr Stotch fell to ground violently. "Oh Hamburgers!" exclaimed Butters, he had only 3 bullets in the chamber. He walked over to his bleeding father, who had passed out from shock. Butters was relieved he didn't need a 4th bullet he had enough. He then sat down on the floor pulled the hammer back and put the gun in his mouth. His last thoughts were on how much he would miss his friends as he pulled the trigger.
