Chapter 7
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Butters Stotch is the sweetest boy you could ever meet, very few could rival his sweetness. The person that came closest was Pip Pirrup but even he had his triggers (like being called French). Butters would often skip down the halls, humming his apple song or whatever. He was a sensitive boy too, like when Cartman or the older kids like the Seniors called him a faggot he would run to the school bathroom and bawl his eyes out. It was nice, though, that someone could still have some cheer in school. Everyone kept their heads down in hope to not catch the eye of The Revealer. Poor Tweek was currently freaking out in the bathroom loud enough that Butters could hear as he skipped by.
"B-But-AAH!-What if I-I'm n-n-next! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"
"Everything will be okay Tweek."
"Y-YOU DON'T KN-KNOW THAT CRAIG!"
Butters idly wondered what he could've been hiding. A lot of people kept checking their phones nervously. He wondered what they all could be hiding. Christophe and Gregory were talking in hushed voices. Christophe forgoed his typical short sleeves for a dark green sweater, which was odd. He never wore long sleeves really. By the looks of it Gregory was suspicious as well. They had a lot too hide, being mercenaries. The Goth Kids were casually smoking in an empty classroom Butters had peeked into, even they seemed nervous. Pip was trying to hold a conversation with Damien, but the Antichrist was ignoring him. Pip probably was safe, he couldn't be hiding anything but Damien was a mystery to Butters.
Stan was talking with Kenny and Kyle, the latest victim. Poor Kyle. It turned out he was born a girl but Kyle completely identifies as male. He even changed his name permanently from Kyla to Kyle awhile ago. PC Principal threatened anyone who questioned Kyle's choice. Stan and Kenny's glares and threats also helped keep Cartman's comments at bay for the moment but it was only a matter of time. The girls, like Wendy and Bebe, even began hanging out with Kyle more.
BEEP!
BEEP!
BEEP!
Butters instinctly took out his phone and scrolled through his newest notifications as he continued on his way out of the school to walk home. Another blog by The Revealer. Oh hamburgers, who was it now?!
Leopold "Butters" Stotch.
Cold. He felt colder than ever before as he stood outside of the school. What could they possible have found out about him? Oh no, he was going to get grounded for sure!
Honestly, this is gonna be short and straight to the point.
A short lived sigh of relief. Maybe it wasn't too bad...
First off, you all are probably wondering what could Butters of all people
be hiding? Well, everyone has their secrets and I found his.
The cold kept growing and his legs felt numb as he forced himself to continue on his way home. He could feel eyes on him.
It's cute really and probably not that hard to believe for some, but
others are in for a shock. Not a big one though.
Please no. Please no. Please no. Please no.
Butters Stotch is a cross dresser.
Shame accompanied the cold and numbness as he dropped his head with tears welling up in his china blue eyes.
I know, I know. Doesn't sound that bad, right?
Speak for yourself. This is humiliating.
Remember in 4th grade when the boys all forced him to dress as a girl
and infiltrate Heidi Turner's sleepover? Made him go by the name
Marjorine?
A deep blush spread across Butters' face and he bit his lip. That's where everything began.
I guess that got the wheels turning in his confused little brain.
He frowned deeply as the tears kept coming. His brain wasn't little and he wasn't confused gosh darn it! Butters HATED when people told him he was confused. He absolutely HATED it. He scrolled down more and a few pictures were there. The first was of Butters in his room, dressed up in a white sundress and flats and standing in front of his mirror. The next, Butters recalled, was of him when he visited Denver for a school trip during an away game just last weekend. He was dressed in a red dress this time. It stopped just above his knees and had a slit in the side that went almost all the way up his thigh. His face was painted with a delicate amount of make up and he wore black stilettos. As his hair was typically short, Butters was wearing a blond wig in this picture. What was the most shocking was that he was walking with a tall man who had his arm around Butters waist. Butters felt the never ending tears drip off his chin and onto his baby blue sweater.
Butters stopped walking and sat down on a bus stop bench. His legs felt weak and his arms were shaking.
What? Did you think he ONLY cross dressed? Nope! Butters is a sugar baby
by the looks of it.
No...No he wasn't a sugar baby...That man was really a gentleman...and he offered to walk him back to his hotel. That was it! Oh hamburgers his life was over. He was going to be grounded for life and outcasted by his peers.
Till next time my lovely readers!
The Revealer was mocking them all! They had to be! Butters shaking hands dropped his phone into the snow. His tears blurred his vision and soaked his red cheeks. He covered his face with his hands and began to sob quietly. The cold was seeping through his clothes now and the numbness grew from his legs up to his torso and through his arms down to his finger tips. He was completely and utterly doomed.
A heavy weight settled next to him on the bench, causing it to bounce slightly. Butters couldn't look up. He just couldn't. No doubt this person also saw the blog... Everyone probably did. He sniffled at the though.
"Butters?" At that Butters' head snapped up and he stared into the eyes of South Park's resident devil and no we're not talking about Damien Thorne.
"E-Eric...?" Butters wiped his tears but more just kept coming. "Wh-what do you w-want?" He hiccuped.
"Nothing really." Cartman wasn't looking at him and that just made Butters feel worse. He was glaring at the ground with his arms crossed. "But...maybe do...ah don't know...Wanna come over to my place?" Butters tilted his head in utter confusion. It was obvious Cartman was skirting around the blog post.
"U-Uh, sure E-Eric!" Butters tears had slowed to a trickle and he wiped his face only for more to slowly trail down his face. He jumped and his face turned redder when Eric reached over and wiped another away. It was oddly out of character for Butters but it was better than being verbally abused by the bigger boy.
"L-let's go then..." Was he blushing? No, must be Butters' imagination.
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The Revealer had watched as Butters began walking home while staring at his phone. Others stared at him and Eric Cartman began to follow him. As the students all slowly dispersed on their own ways home a loud, heavily accented voice rang out.
"Fuck your God Gregory! Zis is fucking bull sheet!" The Revealer turned and stared at the fuming Frenchman.
And bingo was his name-o~!
Next Victim: Christophe Delorne.
