Inside of Me
Summary:- A little drabble story from Butter's POV! "I have had enough of everyone, of everything..."
I have had enough of everyone, of everything. Why does everyone treat me so badly? What have I done to deserve it? All I ever wanted was to make friends and just get through middle school. But no. I'm always the butt of everyone's jokes. It's not fair. You might wonder how I found the time to write this. Well guess what? I'm grounded, yet again! It wasn't my fault this time, but then again, it never is, is it? My mom told me I could go out with a few friends, then she flips out when I'm TWO minutes late for dinner. Well, shucks, mom, maybe if you had let me know what time dinner was going to be at, I would have been back on time. You can't really grind me for YOUR negligence, can you? The answer is yes, yes you can. And I'm not even allowed to eat the dinner you made such a fuss over. It's really unfair, but hey, welcome to my life.
School's no better. Nobody wants to be my friend. Why would they? I'm not cool or popular, I don't make dirty jokes or swear. I don't hurt other people for my own amusement. I just like to play nice games and make people happy. I just want to make friends and have fun, but I never get the chance. Every time I think someone cares about me, it turns out they were just playing some dumb joke on me. I'll never fully be able to see 100% in my left eye, thanks to Kenny throwing his ninja star in it. And then they dressed me up like a dog? Thanks guys. I thought we were friends. But I should have known better. I'm Leopold "Butters" Stotch. I don't deserve friends, right?
Proffessor Chaos was my release. My heroin. My drug. It was the part of me that wasn't scared of anyone. The part of me that wouldn't stand for any nonsense. The part that looked out for number one. When I was Chaos, I could do anything, and nobody could stop me. I could make the whole world suffer for the way they treated me. But everytime I tried, I came crashing back down to the ground. Not this time. I hate everyone in the world. I hate my parents, my school, my "friends." I hate myself for being so weak.
I wear a mask to fool the world. On the outside, I am the sweetest little boy. On the outside, I love everyone. Outside of me, I can do nothing wrong. On the outside, I fool the adults with my innocence. On the outside, I am as pure as water. But on the inside, I have none of that. On the inside, I hate the world, and want it to burn.
I suppose I am like Eric in a way.