Cutters III
The Goth kids dragged Butters to their clothing stores after school. After outfitting the kid in baggier pants, a black jacket, and got the faggy make up off his face they started training him to be an actual Goth.
"Okay, just drink the coffee" Curly Goth offered the cup. They were at their table at the Village Inn.
Butters frowned "W-well, my dad doesn't like it when I drink coffee. He says it makes me act all m-mischievous."
Red flipped his fringe "Dude, you can't be Goth if you don't drink coffee. You've already smoked, this isn't going to kill you"
Butters hesitated "Well, can't I at least put some sugar in it?"
"NO. Goths drink coffee as black as their souls" Henrietta scowled.
"Oh. I see." Butters blinked down at the coffee and took a small sip. He grimaced at the bitter taste "Urg, that's awful!"
"Like life itself" Kindergoth moaned, sipping his own.
Curly Goth frowned and Butters quickly went for a gulp "No dipshit." The older boy stopped him, pulling the cup away from his mouth. Butters had already yelped in pain at the scalding liquid "You can't gulp it like some fucking 9 to 5 workaholic late for his godforsaken conformist job. You have to make it last until it's cold! Besides, you'll burn your tongue like you just did"
"Oh" Butters squirmed "Being a non-conformist sure has a lot of rules."
"Not as many as those damn conformist bitches" Henrietta spat, looking over at Craig and Tweek, surrounded by a hoard of squealing fan girls as Wendy and Bebe worked them through their latest podcast. Seems the two girls had decided to work together.
"Well, I guess so" said Butters, taking another sip of coffee. His tongue was burned so the bitter taste was thankfully dulled.
"Urg, I can't stand that you know" Red Goth glared at the table as the fan girl legion squealed wildly. Craig had just kissed a violently shaking Tweek and he had scream OH MY GOD ACK!. Which of course would trigger such a reaction. Heck, even Butters had to suppress the urge to put his hands to his mouth and scream like a Japanese school girl.
"Me either" Curly Goth agreed, stirring his coffee dully and sipping.
"Wh-what, being gay?" Butters asked, perhaps with a soft note of fear.
Curly Goth raised an eyebrow but Red answered "No, we hate that being gay is suddenly so damn popular. Just because of some stupid Japanese pricks making gayness a part of teen girl anime you've got legions of these stupid conformist fan girls everywhere."
"Yeah. They go wild for it and they can't even get it through their thick skulls that if the guys like each other they'll never like them so what's the point?" Henrietta scoffed.
"Oh, b-but it's alright to be gay then?" Butters asked.
"Yeah, duh" Curly Goth rolled his eyes "But we're Goths and if we don't have friends, then we don't love anyone either"
Butters sat quietly. Surely he couldn't really mean that… right?
"I don't know about that" Henrietta said suddenly.
"What do you mean?" Red Goth asked, surprisingly NOT flipping his fringe.
"Well… just because we don't have friends doesn't mean that we can't have a partner in darkness somewhere that we throw full devotion toward until one dies and the other commits suicide to follow them to hell." Henrietta explained.
"O…kay…" Curly Goth said as he raised an eyebrow.
"S-suicide? Oh Jesus!" Butters yelped, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. But one look at Curly Goth somehow seemed to calm his nervousness. He didn't know if he'd go as far as suicide, but he thought maybe if he could be that partner in darkness, maybe he could… change him. Yeah! His mom was always telling her friends how she changed his dad when she married him so… yeah! He could so do this!
"Why the fuck are you smiling?" Red Goth glared, flipping his fringe again.
"Oh! Uh… I just, uh, thought of something funny, that's all!" Butters said with a small laugh.
The Goths looked at each other.
"Butters, you are not a Goth" Curly Goth sighed "You're a conformist. Why the fuck are you trying to hang out with us?"
"Well yeah, b-but I can change!" Butters insisted "I can! I mean, if I practice enough, I think I could be a really good non-conformist, given the opportunity…"
The Goths sighed. The little recently Gothified child's pleading expression was hard to deny, even for them.
"Maybe… he could sit in on a séance." Henrietta slowly suggested.
"Hey! Those are our sacred affairs!" Red Goth slammed his coffee down on the table.
"Yeah, but he'd probably turn darker faster if he was possessed by dark spirits." Curly Goth pointed out.
"Fine. Whatever" Red Goth flipped his fringe.
"P-possessed by dark spirits?!" Butters squeaked "B-but if I was possessed by dark spirits my parents would ground me! Uh... no that I care." Butters amended, wondering yet again what he'd gotten himself into. Oh Jesus Butters, what are you doing?
"So, midnight then?" Henrietta said, not even looking at Butters.
"Whatever" the others said together.
"Oh Geez" Butters muttered, looking down. He'd already skipped the end of school that day, his parents were probably really worried. He would be in so much trouble…
*****
They sat in Henrietta's room on the floor. A single candle burned in the middle of the circle. Henrietta was the medium. Butters was holding hands with her and Curly Goth, and he couldn't stop shaking. This was from fear… and a little from the fact that being so close to the boy that had haunted the last two night's dreams was rather intimidating for Butters. Also, he didn't doubt for an instant that his parents were going ballistic at home.
"Spirits of the other world" Henrietta began "Enter our circle and fill us with thy dark knowledge…"
They sat quietly. Butters was still shaking. Then the candle flame jumped.
"AAH!" Butters tried to jolt back but the Goths tightened their hold on his hands.
"You can't break the circle you fucking dipshit!" Curly Goth snapped. Butters gulped and stopped pulling away. Curly Goth rolled his eyes.
Henrietta's eyes closed "I feel a presence… I feel… of one of those who died in the fire yesterday!"
"R-really? Who is it?" Butters whispered in awe.
"It's that fat kid…" Henrietta paused "The one that you used to hang out with"
"Y-you mean Eric? He was doing a podcast with Kyle!" Butters explained.
"Yeah, well apparently he wants to try possessing you" Henrietta explained.
"POSSESS ME?!" Butters exclaimed wide eyed "No way, I'm not letting Eric anywhere NEAR my soul!"
"Yeah, well I don't think your aura is a match for the fat kid anyway" Henrietta sighed. The flame jumped again "There's another with him… that Jewish kid..."
"Yeah, isn't he Kyle?" Red asked, flipping his fringe.
"Kyle's here too? Oh Jesus" Butters shook harder "H-hi guys, p-please don't haunt me!"
"No, they just want to deliver a message" Henrietta said, starting to get irritated with Butters.
"oh" Butters flushed "W-well I guess that's alright then"
"They say they want you to tell Kenny to shoot himself as soon as possible"
Silence.
"WHAT?!" Butters yelled and the candle went out.
*****
"W-why would I need to tell Kenny to kill himself?" Butters gulped when Henrietta had switched on her bedroom light.
"I don't know, but that fat kid and the Jew want you to tell him that: Henrietta said rolling her eyes.
"B-but it's one am, I can't just call his house, his parents-"
"Then we'll just go there then" Curly Goth said rolling his eyes.
"Yeah" Kindergoth rolled his eyes as well.
"What? Right now? We?" Butters blinked.
"Duh. You can't say no to a spirit dipshit, or they could curse you. Everyone knows that" Red Goth spat, getting up from the floor and heading for the door as he added "And I at least can tell you'll never go through with this if we don't go with you"
"B-but, aw come on!" Butters cried, but still followed the Goths out of the house. Henrietta's mother appeared in their path.
"Henrietta sweetheart? It's cold out so remember to wear a jacket alright?"
Henrietta replied by flipping off her mother and the five kids headed out the front door.
*****
"God, it sticks over here" Henrietta made a face as they crossed the train tracks to Kenny's house.
"Yeah. It really does" Curly Goth wrinkled his nose and Butters found himself enthralled by that for some reason "Quit staring at my nose!" he snapped.
"I'm sorry!" Butters jumped "I just-"
"Yeah, it's big, get the fuck over it!"
"N-no! I like big noses! Really!' Butters gasped "I think it's beautiful!"
The Goths stared at Butters. Then at the Curly Goth.
"Right. Sure you do. Conformist" Curly Goth shrugged and Red flipped his hair.
"Whatever" Red shrugged as well "this is the kid's house right?"
"Oh, oh yeah, this is it" Butters gulped. They went around to the side of the house and Butters picked up a bunch of rocks. He hurled them at the window. Then he realized it was open.
"MMPH!" came a cry from inside and then a dull thud.
"D-did you just…" Curly Goth gaped. Kindergoth quickly climbed the dead tree beside Kenny's window and looked inside to see the parka boy lying in a pool of blood with a rock embedded in his skull.
"I-I killed Kenny" Butters shuddered as Kindergoth reported this "Oh sweet Jesus son of God!"
((Joyful Note: Wow. This got… way more response then I expected in one day. Huh. Well, I'm glad people like it and all, but I'm going to have to put a couple warnings here. 1)This will have a little bit of Bunny in it. Sorry. I think it'll be mostly implied… I think… 2)I, um, am not a Goth kid. Hell no. So… um… I'm sort of working off what I see on South Park and vague knowledge… Do Goth kids do séances? No idea. But, I included it anyway because it connects to the next South Park fanfic I'm planning, which is Damian X Pip but also shows off what happened to Cartman and Kyle down in hell, making it something of a sequel to Cartman X Kyle. So anyway, the warning is my Goth stuff will probably not be researched or anything so if I have them do something weird… they won't be into satanic rituals don't get me wrong! But I thought a séance I could get away with so… *shrugs* OH! And Butters is left handed! I just learned that today! Wow!))
