Title: The Reign of Chaos
Fandom: South Park
Pairing(s): Butters/Professor Chaos; Butters/Cartman; Butters/Kenny
Rating: R (swearing, adult themes, abuse, a lot of messed up crap)
Summary: A long time ago, Butters had created an alter-ego, an outlet for frustrations with a world he could never understand. Now, that alter-ego is back and demanding that Butters get back at the world that has scorned him.
Disclaimer: All characters are © Matt and Trey.
Author's Note: Alright, well, here it is! As some of you reader may know, I originally posted this prologue a long time ago and never did anything with it. Well, with the help of a nice review and a lot of contemplation, I'm re-starting TRoC. And don't worry, I already have the first chapter written and will post that shortly. I've tinkered with the original plot a bit and changed some of the pairings more to my current tastes. I don't have everything worked out just yet, but I'm hoping for between ten and fifteen chapters. And seeing as this will be my first(real) chatered fic, I'll be happy to finish it at all, haha.
A'ight I've blabbered on enough! On with the story!
Prologue
Butters Stotch had never been good at things. His whole life he'd been at the bottom of the food chain. He'd never been good at the whole 'common sense' thing and he always managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd come to terms with the fact that things hardly ever went in his favor, and even when they did there was always some extra cost. He was okay with that.
Butters had always believed firmly in karma, in 'what goes around comes around'. He was a hopeless optimist, and he was always trying to please people. He'd always been taught that vengeance, anger was a sin and good boys didn't seek revenge. In his opinion he deserved every beating, every snide comment, every grounding. Even if he didn't understand the reasoning in the slightest, he wouldn't be punished unless he deserved it.
So for every time he was called a name, every punch that was thrown his way, every mean look shot in his direction, he would wince, sure. Tears would come to his eyes at the punches (because goshdangit they hurt) but he would never seek vengeance. He was sure he'd done something to deserve it.
A long time ago he'd tried to get back at the world that had scorned him; pitiful attempts that were pathetic at best. As a child he had turned to a bizarre alter-ego to let out frustrations. When he grew he cast away such silly things, but that need stayed around. That part of him that held to revenge, that craved to punch back. Butters ignored this little inkling vehemently, even as it insisted that he screw the world for treating him so. But Butters didn't screw the world, didn't retaliate because that was what was right. If he could take solace in one thing, it would be the sense that he knew he had done what was right. What he believed to be right.
Butters packed each shred of anger away in the back of his mind, and with each addition that voice grew. What had started as an inkling turned into a voice yelling in his ear. It became harder and harder to refuse the voice, it became harder and harder to not seek revenge. Every so often somebody would take him a step too far (usually Cartman) and Butters would retaliate.
By the time his seventeenth birthday rolled around the voice was no longer just a voice. It had a personality, it had emotions, and it had a name.
Professor Chaos was spiraling out of control and Butters feared that nothing, not even himself, could stop it.
Tell me what you think! Reviews are love!
Michelle
