He was sick of it.
No one cared.
Every time he let someone into his life, thinking they cared, he'd end up hurt again. There was only one person he would let manipulate him anymore. No one else could approach him. He would only let one more person treat him that badly again, in hopes that once he was being sincere. He didn't know why, all he knew was that he loved him, and he always will. Even though he treats him like shit.
"Hey Butters."
"Hello Eric"
"I need your help. I came up with the best plan yet! But Stan and the stupid Jew won't help me."
"Well, Eric, what is it"
Cartman went on to explain the plan. Wow. This is an actually decent plan. Maybe if this plan works and I help him he will actually like me.
"I swear Butters, it's the perfect plan. We just need to work out the flaws over dinner. Is tonight good?"
"S-sure."
"Yes! See you later Butters."
Did he just ask me out?
"Butters, what's wrong?"
"W-what do you mean Eric?"
"I can tell something's on your mind. You can tell me, y'know."
"I guess it's just…"
I love you… And I wish you could know.
"Butters…"
"I can't tell you Eri—"
And he was cut off by a kiss
"All those times I tortured you, I'm sorry. It took me a while to realize, but I love you. The things I did were just my desperate cries for your attention"
"I love you too Eric"
They kissed again.
"Aw hamburgers."
Butters had woken up and realized it was just a dream.
I guess I'll still have to remain his slave. For now. Forever.