Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Hurt
Summary: An unlikely person comes to save Butters.
Warnings: Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: Kinda!KennyButters
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: Fuck, I can't remember anymore.
Comments: I started this a long time ago, and I'm just finishing it.
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Hurt
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"Oh jeez! Please don't! Craig! Come on! Please don't!" A blonde begged, arms held hostage on either side of him.
"Sure, Butters!" Craig sneered, flashing a vicious smile at the teen. Looking up to his friends and growled. "Hurry up Clyde, class is going to be over soon."
Clyde hesitated, glancing around nervously. ". . . Okay." Jerking forward, as if he was moving on auto-pilot, Clyde took Craig's place behind Butters, holding his arms still.
"Atta boy, isn't that hard is it?" After patting the brunet's arm roughly, Craig's hand found Butters' hair and jerked his head back, forcing the other to look at him. "Ready?"
Butters squealed at the pain, his eyes closing against the sting of tears. "Nuh, golly Craig, yuh- you don't really want to do this do-"
"It was rhetorical Butters." Craig's smirk switched directions. "Now shut the fuck up."
"Buh- but-!"
"HEY!" Two of the three boys turned towards the stall door which was shaking by someone's' banging. "Can you kindly hurry up? I gotta take a dump!"
Growling angrily, Craig glared at the door before smashing the blondes face against the tile wall. "Cummon." Kicked the door open, snapping the already half-broken lock, he stormed out, dragging along a confused Clyde.
Butters let a yelp and crumpled to the floor, hands rising to his nose. "Gosh." The sound of the bathroom door slamming closed barely registered.
"Bastards."
His head jerked up as his body jerked back.
Kenny was kneeling before him a hand lifting to move Butters' away. Gingerly, his fingers grazed the teens bloody nose. "Looks out of place, think it's broken?"
Butters' looked down at the floor and shook his head. "I- I don't think so." He pressed harder against the wall, not sure of the others intentions.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Jesus Butters." 'Tsk'ing softly, Kenny took hold of the nose in question and pushed it to the right, feeling it move back into place.
Yelling out again, Butters jerked to the side, the side of his skull connecting with the toilet.
Kenny immediately grabbed Butter's and pulled him from the corner he had put himself it. "Dammit! Do you want brain damage?"
Visibly shaking, Butters stuttered out, "Soh- sorry, Keh- Kenny."
Sighing loudly, Kenny stood, regarding Butters with an odd expression.
Then, as Butters was thinking that he was going to leave, he stooped over and picked him up, an arm under his knees and to other under his shoulders. "I'm taking you to the nurse."
A squeak left Butters but he didn't fight off the other, he didn't have the strength. "Thanks. . . Kenny. . ."
Glancing down, Kenny frowned. "You have to stop letting them do this to you. . ."
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One of these days I say, one of these days.
I will learn how to write a proper ending.
DD:
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