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Chapter 3 Butters Day

Butters was walking as quietly to the back of the school. He knew the goth and emo kids hung out back there and didn't like others going in to their "territory", but he didn't give a crap. He saw Craig there earlier with some cigarettes and he wanted a smoke now. He could see a spiky haired auburn kid in a wheelchair, smiling like his life depended on it and a kid with a dark blue hat and black hair coming out of it with a deep frown.

"Hey Craig!"

Craig turned to the sound of the voice and saw Butters. He didn't know why but he felt alittle scared with Butters' expression. Though he didn't need him to know that.

"Butters, what the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Doesn't matter, now give me your smokes."

"Why?"

"Cause I said to, now give them!"

Craig went through his pockets quickly for a his cigarette pack and handed the whole thing to him. He knows he should probably just keep his mouth shut. Even though he didn't know how good at fighting Butters was now, he didn't want to find out.

"Good, now fuck off and take Timmy with you."

Craig left with Timmy who was screaming his name fearfully. Once Timmy and Craig were gone, Butters sighed and leaned against the wall as he lit up a cigarette with a blue colored shark lighter. He stuck in his mouth and breathed out the smoke slowly. He knew the gothic douche bags were going to come any minute.

"Hey Blondie!"

Butters turned around to see three boys in all black wearing some screwed up make up. The tallest had black hair flopped over his pale face. The shortest was almost bald with brown hair and obese. The last kid had a tall green and black mohawk. They all had creepy looking piercings on them. Butters made a small smirk as he stood up. This was gonna' be an interesting day.

"Hi, fancy meeting all of you dickwads here."

"Watch it hello kitty punk ya' better leave before we make you!"

"Try to make me move then, I dare ya."

The mohawk kid ran toward with a punch that Butters easily side stepped and countered with a round house kick to his head and neck, which made a sickening snap. The mohawk kid laid motionlessly on the ground with his cheek left with a scrape from Butters' shoes. The other goth kids stood with open mouths and wide eyes. They couldn't believe it. Butters, the kid they used to beat up everyday, had killed one of them with just one kick.

Butters slowly turned to them, cigarette still in his mouth and blew a giant puff of smoke at them. The other kids left, dragging away their friend. Butters started to walk to the cafeteria area outside. He knew better than to go inside with the fire alarms in there. As he walked over there, he started to slow down as he was surprised to see Stan. Why is he crying?

"Stan?...What's wrong? Why are you out here?"

"...I was gonna' ask you the same."

Butters sat down next to Stan, who looked up at him. Suddenly Butters smelled something coming from Stan's clothes. Was that blood?

"Butters?"

"Yeah?"

"Why'd you come back to this school when Cartman always causes you trouble?"

"Well where else was I gonna' go?"

"True.. Are you still pissed with us?"

"Who?"

"Me and Cartman, the accident."

"Oh! Hey I'm nowhere near mad at you for that, Stan! I'm just pissed at Cartman."

"But you told me yo-"

"I know but I'm still mad that's all. That reminds me, when are you gonna' tell Kenny?"

"I don't know if I should tell him though. He might think it's gross."

Butters giggled lightly."Don't worry about it. If he's your friend, he won't hold it against you."

Stan smiled as Butters started to walk off somewhere. It's been forever since he could talk to someone who'd get what he was going through. What they didn't know is that Kenny was listening to them talk. What were Butters and Stan talking about? Why did Stan say he would think something was gross? What did Stan mean to Butters about Cartman?

Butters was now walking through the town. He was thinking about Cartman. He's still an ass but he's hotter, he thought. He started to remember times when Cartman had used and humiliated him when they were younger. His fists cleched tightly as he walked. Yet, he thought he was his friend back then. How ignorant could he have been when he was younger amazed him with how different he was now.

He finally walked into his family's house. Though, he kind of wished he didn't. With how his dad was hurting his mom all the time and she would just tell him to stay in his room to be safe, he didn't really know if he should feel pity for her or help her. She's the only reason that his dad hasn't killed him yet, she's always lying about something to him. He turned away from his house and kept walking. He couldn't deal with those two right now.

Butters had stopped walking as he saw some really old building he didn't remember. The sign read "DJ's Tattoos" and near the window it had a "help wanted" sign. He could use the money and he liked tattoos so why not take a shot? The door rang as he walked in.

"Welcome to DJ's Tattoos, what do yo-" Kyle stopped as he turned around to see Butters who was also shock.

"Butters?"