After Wendy gave Butters an icepark for his leg and a glass of water, she sat in the kitchen to start decoding the spells. There was a system and ways of translating symbols that was needed for this, which was easy for experienced people but not so much for her. However, by the end of the first hour she had decoded a good deal of spells, although none of them were the ones to use to instantly get into Purgatory. But she was making progress, and with a little more she figured she might get done quicker than she thought. It was almost a shame that she already decided to alter her plans to go away tonight, thanks in part to Butters getting hurt. She tried not to be a little ticked off when she thought about it, so she hoped it wouldn't be that easy to find the spell she needed or else she would be. If they got home on time without any incident and found the spell quickly, they could have already been in Purgatory and she could have already found Stan by now. She had waited too long for that to be patient in waiting for one more moment, and it was her own fault for bringing Butters here to begin with! He just had to get in the way to ruin everything all because.....all because he wanted Grandpa Marsh to leave her alone and make sure he didn't hurt her. Shit. Now Wendy couldn't be that mad at him after all.
Almost right on cue, Wendy heard him groan in pain for the first time in about a half hour. Even after she wanted to be mad at him, she brought herself to go back to the living room and see what was wrong. When she got there, Butters was still on the couch, sort of. His arms were on the floor so he wouldn't fall off from the couch, but Wendy quickly got him back up so he could sit down again. "Ow! Oh boy, that's what I get for trying to get more comfortable, it almost made me fall off and my leg's hurting again!"
"Don't worry, once you fall asleep you'll be fine and that leg will heal by itself when you wake up." Butters felt a little better since he remembered the rules of pain that Wendy told him about earlier in the daytime, and he was relieved that his leg would look normal again at sunrise. But once he looked at Wendy again, he got nervous again, this time from guilt. "So, um, h-how are the spells going, did you find the big one yet?" Wendy attempted to be optimistic for both their sakes and mood right now. "Not yet, but I'm hoping it doesn't take more than an hour and a half. It is quite hard though, and a little tiring." Wendy started to yawn right afterwards, since that statement made her realize she was tired after carrying Butters and spending an hour decoding spells. Now she might not even be able to finish analyzing the whole book at that rate. Her disappointment showed more clearly on her face now, along with her sleepy eyes.
"Wendy, I'm so sorry I screwed up everything. You probably would be seeing Stan again by now if it wasn't for me." Since Wendy was thinking that herself about a minute ago, she wasn't so sure how to answer that. But she tried to shake it off by saying, "Well, I've gone 4 months without seeing him and I'm still sane, what's one more night?"
"Yeah, I guess. But you talked me into letting me kill you because you thought I could be a big help, and I didn't live up to any of that so far. Sort of like when I got picked for the fourth friend, isn't it?" the now melencoly Butters quipped with a sigh.
"Not exactly, since I'm not gonna ask you to go on a talk show and be framed for prank phone calls." Wendy actually smiled at her little comment, despite the fact she was refering to painful times for Butters. "And you're hardly gonna become a Professor type super villain if I fired you, so maybe this'll turn out to be just a little different!" This time Wendy managed to laugh at her satirical comment, and now Butters was starting to get the joke. "Hey yeah, and there's no one small enough to be my new General Disarray, that would make it real different right there!" Since enough years had gone by for Butters to laugh at his Professor Chaos phase, he could now laugh about it like he was doing right now with Wendy. The laughs certainly did a good job of releasing the oppressive tension in the room, and was a nice set up for Wendy to make a serious pep talk.
"Listen, I don't want you to think you ruined anything. You just suffered an unfortunate accident because you were trying to protect me from a drunk old man. I asked you to help me and have my back, so why should I hate you for trying to do that exact same thing back there? In any case, this doesn't mean we won't succeed, and it doesn't mean you did anything to ruin it." Wendy got up feeling a lot more satisfied than she was when she came in. "So you just get some sleep to rest that leg, the faster you do then the faster you'll be all better." Once Butters started to smile and relax, Wendy formed a grin and headed back to the kitchen. "I'll be right there if you need anything.", she said before she went back to reading and trying to avoid going to sleep herself.
Wendy spent another half hour trying her best to decode as many spells as possible, but they were tough ones. They had to be because only the most trusted soul takers who could be counted on not to abuse this power could use these spells and decode them- yet for all this trouble, only one of them just took you to Purgatory, and she hadn't found it yet. But at the end of that half hour, the lack of sleep and the comfy chair she was sitting on were taking their toll on her, and she figured she was gonna have to get some sleep, if only because she had to be alert and on her game to solve this puzzle. She decided reluctantly to put the book in a safe place in her room, then get right back to work on it the second she woke up tomorrow. But first she had to check on Butters to make sure he didn't need anything else. The fact that he hadn't made a peep in a half hour might just be a deceptive sign that everything was fine. Yet when she went back in the living room with the book, it wasn't the case since Butters was now asleep peacefully. He even had a smile on his face as he slept, just like he would on Earth.
It was real hard for Wendy not to smile at the sight. He looked so calm as if nothing had happened at all, probably one of the rare times that he was ever calm and not worried about something. That was because she knew that he had a lot to be worried about most of the time, especially in 4'th grade and in high school. But she had done her part to end his troubles in high school, otherwise he wouldn't have talked about it in the eulogy- she had gotten video Heaven survellance of the funeral to see that. In fact, his little tale was the only halfway pleasent, tear free part of that video for her. She was really on her game in those days as she made those bullies back off and stop giving him Hell. Of course she wished she didn't have to do that because it really wasn't fair that he got pushed around so much that she had to step in. Looking at Butters sleeping, it really puzzled her as to why people were so committed to hurt kids like that. Probably because people have the misfortune of living in an often sick and cruel environment that says beating up "nerds" and "Melvins" was cool and acceptable- it almost made Wendy glad she wasn't in that kind of society anymore.
It was a funny thing that she thought that, since before 4'th grade and before she started to remake her image, she barely talked to Butters or even noticed him. Back then he was just another faceless Melvin to her and to most other people. Even when they became friends, they didn't hang out a lot by themselves since they each ran with their normal crowd of friends or aquaintances. Still, she spent enough time with him to know that he was funny, considerate, not like other boys who tried too hard to be macho and unfeeling sometimes, and although he was technically a bit of a nerd, who was Wendy to complain since she was so smart she might be considered a nerd too if she didn't hang out with the right people? And so what if he was a nerd and a Melvin, the same people who called him that also let Cartman be in the cool group of people, so who would want to listen to fucked up people like that? Unfortunatly, too many people did and they let Butters have it for not being cool enough as a result, and it really wasn't fair. That's why she helped him in high school and that's why she considered him as a friend, because he was too innocent and nice to deserve such cruelty. And she knew that if the opportunity called for it, he was capable of being someone who was really valuable to have around in a time of need- a real loyal friend who truely knew better about how to live life than a lot of other, more respected people did.
Wendy closed her eyes and recalled one such example. When she and the others began middle school, Wendy fell into a club of cool, popular older girls who took her under their wing. She was very flattered by this, her first chance to hang out with the really trendy, popular club- since although she had become well liked by people, she wasn't someone normally considered to be part of a popular clique. She never really cared for that stuff before, but the more she thought of it, the more enticed she was to be around these type of people and have the type of respect really cool kids had. Therefore, she started acting like they did and started acting less smart and stuff- basically acting less and less like herself. Stan, Bebe, and her other old friends were confused, but Wendy didn't let them drag her into one of those arguements where she would yell at them for trying to make her unpopular again. She was confident she had finally found a group of girls she could fit into and belong to- or so she thought.
As it turned out, after school one day she was called over by the group to meet them outside. Then when she got there she slipped on a pile of mud that was put there by the girls, and then they poured feathers all over her which made her sneeze for a few minutes. They got the whole thing on tape, including the aftermath where they told her they only let her near their group so they could pull this prank and videotape her sadness as their annual beginning of the year prank. Wendy would have normally killed them for such a prank, but by them she was so convinced they really liked her and wanted to make her really popular, she whined and acted sad about it like a regular girl would. Of course they only laughed at her sad feelings of betrayal since it was golden footage for their prank. By then she was so overcome that she ran away to try and stop crying, then of course the rain started to come down. By the time she calmed down, she was out of breath and she stopped running to sit down at a sidewalk in the rain, but of course she was too depressed and sad to mind the rain that much. She didn't even hear the raindrops in her head, but she did manage to hear a voice behind her a few minutes later.
"Wendy? What are you doing out in the rain? And why do you look all dirty?" It was only then that she noticed she was sitting in front of Butters's house, and Butters had opened the front door a bit to call out to her. Once his mother saw that, she told Wendy to come in and dry off if she wasn't going home, and she did. Once she got herself dried off and got some of the spare mud off her coat in the bathroom, she went back downstairs and sat on the couch, not knowing what to say or do now. But then Butters sat down next to her anyway. "So, uh, you didn't exactly answer my question. Why are you- I mean, uh, why did you used to be so dirty?" So with nothing else to do, Wendy told him about how the girls treated her and how she was betrayed, and tried not to cry again as a result.
"I know I really shouldn't be sad, since I was trying to get the friendship of people I normally wouldn't hang out with. But that might be the point. Sure, I had friends before, but I've never had a large group of girls, or really popular girls, to hang out with before, and it made me feel great to have that here. I got a taste of being with really popular girls, and that taste was enough to make me cry when I found out they were using me." Wendy stifuled another tear before she went on. "I was probably gonna really change myself and make myself different to fit in if it went on anymore. I really feel like I was gonna do it."
"You were gonna be just like those popular girls to fit in with them?", Butters finally chimed in.
"I probably was, since they obviously wouldn't have like me if I was being normal. Hell, it's because of me being a bookworm and a smart girl that they did this to begin with! So there you go!" Butters now was more than a little puzzled at the irony that he just noticed. "So....you're sad because girls who didn't like you hated you after all? And you were really willing to act like someone else to get them to like you?" Wendy nodded yes. "Um, well, can I say something if you promise not to be mad? Uh....that sounds a little stupid to me."
Wendy was now the puzzled and confused one, and since Butters wanted to act fast before she got upset, he explained himself quickly. "I mean, you said you wanted to change for these girls and that's what sounds stupid to me, because you were fine the way you were before!" Wendy's facial expression stayed still after hearing that, so Butters took this room to explain himself some more. "You already had boys and girls for friends that liked you just fine before, so why would you wanna give that up to be friends with girls you didn't even know? And girls that don't even like you the way you are in the first place!"
"What's that supposed to mean and how should it make me feel better?"
"Well, I'm, eh, just saying you didn't have to change yourself for girls that didn't like you that much. I think you're more than okay just the way you are, and so do a lot of people. You're smart and fun and pretty and a good friend to a lot of us, so....if those girls can't see that about you, then why should you be so sad that they don't like you? You're great just the way you are and you don't need bitch friends like them to prove it! Uh, right?"
"No....no I don't have to at all." Wendy said as her self confidence began to grown again.
"You know Wendy, I actually envy you. You can be yourself and even if those girls hate you, a lot more people like you. I've never had that kind of luck." Butters went on as his own self confidence went down a tiny bit. "Most of the time when I act like myself, the cool kids have picked on me or made fun of me. Even now when I have a girlfriend and the respect of Stan and the rest, I still feel like I have to act tough and macho and not like myself to impress them. I still don't really feel like I can be myself for most people to really like me. But you can be yourself and make a lot of friends doing it, so, well, I kinda admire you for having that gift that I don't have. But I am happy you didn't throw it away."
Somehow, that second big speech of his made Wendy feel just as relieved as the first one did. Now that logic was reentering her brain, she was starting to feel stupid as a matter of fact, since she had lots of friends and the greatest boyfriend in the world- she didn't have time to worry about being popular! She had been her free thinking, intellegent, and recently more caring self for years and people liked her or at least respected her enough not to get in her way. She had friends to have her back and no one fucked with her, and now it was time to get back into that old groove! Now she was officially better and ready to get her boyfriend and her friends back- partly so they could come up with a hell of a revenge plan on the bitches. So now it was official, Butters had singlehandly brought her back to reality. The rain stopped about 5 minutes later, so Wendy figured it was safe to go and begin her plans.
Before she went though, Wendy almost kicked herself for not remembering to comment on what Butters was really saying in that second speech. So when they were both outside on the doorstep, she fixed that. "Butters, I really owe you for this one. But maybe you should take your own advice about yourself. You're right, a lot of people have been annoyed by you just being yourself, but just as many people still care about you anyway. You shouldn't be afraid to be yourself because you're terrific the way you are too, or else you wouldn't have been such a big help today." Butters started to blush in a way that made Wendy come close to blushing herself. "Well, at least I was right about you being smart, huh?", he said, and Wendy chuckled- then she remembered another thing he said earlier. "You also said I was pretty, do you think that's true?" At that point she was just having fun since she knew how she looked[Stan told her that almost every day]but it was funny to hear Butters say something like that too.
"Well, sure I do. Who the heck wouldn't?" A split second later he got a little bit nervous after saying that. "But, uh, don't tell Julia I said that, she needs to think about helping you get revenge instead of being mad at me. Okay?" And to the day she died, Wendy kept her promise not to say a word to her about it.
The present day dead Wendy then returned to the present and snapped out of her flashback. She looked at the sleeping Butters again and remembered once more that although the subsequent revenge against those girls was sweet, it wouldn't have been possible without his advice. That was really why she came through for him when Julia left and when he got pushed around in high school, because she knew that he was a loyal enough friend to do the same thing for her if he had to. And she knew he'd do everything in his power to be a better help to her now, so that definatly made her a lot less worried about their current situation.
She could have picked someone braver and stronger like Kyle to kill and to help her, but Kyle probably would have dismissed her and not believed she was really there. He was probably too bitter and logical to be much of a help. But Butters was more eager to help and in many ways, he needed to help get her and Stan back together more than anyone else. Doing that would really help him get things back in order on Earth and he could start going on with things again- that would be a great way to send him off and to say a proper goodbye to him. That was what friends were for after all. That was why she picked a true friend to aid her in the greatest time of need she would ever face.
Wendy finally got up and figured she should go to sleep while she was on this confidence high. She took one more look at Butters and lightly patted him on his tuft of hair on his head. He would feel a lot better after sunrise, and she now remembered that when push came to shove, he wouldn't let her down. He was too determined to let himself let her down. She headed upstairs to rest her mind so she could be on top of her game too. Tonight didn't go that smoothly, but there was no way her or Butters would let tomorrow suffer that same fate. They would both make sure Stan was sure as hell coming home for real this time.
END OF ACT II
Almost right on cue, Wendy heard him groan in pain for the first time in about a half hour. Even after she wanted to be mad at him, she brought herself to go back to the living room and see what was wrong. When she got there, Butters was still on the couch, sort of. His arms were on the floor so he wouldn't fall off from the couch, but Wendy quickly got him back up so he could sit down again. "Ow! Oh boy, that's what I get for trying to get more comfortable, it almost made me fall off and my leg's hurting again!"
"Don't worry, once you fall asleep you'll be fine and that leg will heal by itself when you wake up." Butters felt a little better since he remembered the rules of pain that Wendy told him about earlier in the daytime, and he was relieved that his leg would look normal again at sunrise. But once he looked at Wendy again, he got nervous again, this time from guilt. "So, um, h-how are the spells going, did you find the big one yet?" Wendy attempted to be optimistic for both their sakes and mood right now. "Not yet, but I'm hoping it doesn't take more than an hour and a half. It is quite hard though, and a little tiring." Wendy started to yawn right afterwards, since that statement made her realize she was tired after carrying Butters and spending an hour decoding spells. Now she might not even be able to finish analyzing the whole book at that rate. Her disappointment showed more clearly on her face now, along with her sleepy eyes.
"Wendy, I'm so sorry I screwed up everything. You probably would be seeing Stan again by now if it wasn't for me." Since Wendy was thinking that herself about a minute ago, she wasn't so sure how to answer that. But she tried to shake it off by saying, "Well, I've gone 4 months without seeing him and I'm still sane, what's one more night?"
"Yeah, I guess. But you talked me into letting me kill you because you thought I could be a big help, and I didn't live up to any of that so far. Sort of like when I got picked for the fourth friend, isn't it?" the now melencoly Butters quipped with a sigh.
"Not exactly, since I'm not gonna ask you to go on a talk show and be framed for prank phone calls." Wendy actually smiled at her little comment, despite the fact she was refering to painful times for Butters. "And you're hardly gonna become a Professor type super villain if I fired you, so maybe this'll turn out to be just a little different!" This time Wendy managed to laugh at her satirical comment, and now Butters was starting to get the joke. "Hey yeah, and there's no one small enough to be my new General Disarray, that would make it real different right there!" Since enough years had gone by for Butters to laugh at his Professor Chaos phase, he could now laugh about it like he was doing right now with Wendy. The laughs certainly did a good job of releasing the oppressive tension in the room, and was a nice set up for Wendy to make a serious pep talk.
"Listen, I don't want you to think you ruined anything. You just suffered an unfortunate accident because you were trying to protect me from a drunk old man. I asked you to help me and have my back, so why should I hate you for trying to do that exact same thing back there? In any case, this doesn't mean we won't succeed, and it doesn't mean you did anything to ruin it." Wendy got up feeling a lot more satisfied than she was when she came in. "So you just get some sleep to rest that leg, the faster you do then the faster you'll be all better." Once Butters started to smile and relax, Wendy formed a grin and headed back to the kitchen. "I'll be right there if you need anything.", she said before she went back to reading and trying to avoid going to sleep herself.
Wendy spent another half hour trying her best to decode as many spells as possible, but they were tough ones. They had to be because only the most trusted soul takers who could be counted on not to abuse this power could use these spells and decode them- yet for all this trouble, only one of them just took you to Purgatory, and she hadn't found it yet. But at the end of that half hour, the lack of sleep and the comfy chair she was sitting on were taking their toll on her, and she figured she was gonna have to get some sleep, if only because she had to be alert and on her game to solve this puzzle. She decided reluctantly to put the book in a safe place in her room, then get right back to work on it the second she woke up tomorrow. But first she had to check on Butters to make sure he didn't need anything else. The fact that he hadn't made a peep in a half hour might just be a deceptive sign that everything was fine. Yet when she went back in the living room with the book, it wasn't the case since Butters was now asleep peacefully. He even had a smile on his face as he slept, just like he would on Earth.
It was real hard for Wendy not to smile at the sight. He looked so calm as if nothing had happened at all, probably one of the rare times that he was ever calm and not worried about something. That was because she knew that he had a lot to be worried about most of the time, especially in 4'th grade and in high school. But she had done her part to end his troubles in high school, otherwise he wouldn't have talked about it in the eulogy- she had gotten video Heaven survellance of the funeral to see that. In fact, his little tale was the only halfway pleasent, tear free part of that video for her. She was really on her game in those days as she made those bullies back off and stop giving him Hell. Of course she wished she didn't have to do that because it really wasn't fair that he got pushed around so much that she had to step in. Looking at Butters sleeping, it really puzzled her as to why people were so committed to hurt kids like that. Probably because people have the misfortune of living in an often sick and cruel environment that says beating up "nerds" and "Melvins" was cool and acceptable- it almost made Wendy glad she wasn't in that kind of society anymore.
It was a funny thing that she thought that, since before 4'th grade and before she started to remake her image, she barely talked to Butters or even noticed him. Back then he was just another faceless Melvin to her and to most other people. Even when they became friends, they didn't hang out a lot by themselves since they each ran with their normal crowd of friends or aquaintances. Still, she spent enough time with him to know that he was funny, considerate, not like other boys who tried too hard to be macho and unfeeling sometimes, and although he was technically a bit of a nerd, who was Wendy to complain since she was so smart she might be considered a nerd too if she didn't hang out with the right people? And so what if he was a nerd and a Melvin, the same people who called him that also let Cartman be in the cool group of people, so who would want to listen to fucked up people like that? Unfortunatly, too many people did and they let Butters have it for not being cool enough as a result, and it really wasn't fair. That's why she helped him in high school and that's why she considered him as a friend, because he was too innocent and nice to deserve such cruelty. And she knew that if the opportunity called for it, he was capable of being someone who was really valuable to have around in a time of need- a real loyal friend who truely knew better about how to live life than a lot of other, more respected people did.
Wendy closed her eyes and recalled one such example. When she and the others began middle school, Wendy fell into a club of cool, popular older girls who took her under their wing. She was very flattered by this, her first chance to hang out with the really trendy, popular club- since although she had become well liked by people, she wasn't someone normally considered to be part of a popular clique. She never really cared for that stuff before, but the more she thought of it, the more enticed she was to be around these type of people and have the type of respect really cool kids had. Therefore, she started acting like they did and started acting less smart and stuff- basically acting less and less like herself. Stan, Bebe, and her other old friends were confused, but Wendy didn't let them drag her into one of those arguements where she would yell at them for trying to make her unpopular again. She was confident she had finally found a group of girls she could fit into and belong to- or so she thought.
As it turned out, after school one day she was called over by the group to meet them outside. Then when she got there she slipped on a pile of mud that was put there by the girls, and then they poured feathers all over her which made her sneeze for a few minutes. They got the whole thing on tape, including the aftermath where they told her they only let her near their group so they could pull this prank and videotape her sadness as their annual beginning of the year prank. Wendy would have normally killed them for such a prank, but by them she was so convinced they really liked her and wanted to make her really popular, she whined and acted sad about it like a regular girl would. Of course they only laughed at her sad feelings of betrayal since it was golden footage for their prank. By then she was so overcome that she ran away to try and stop crying, then of course the rain started to come down. By the time she calmed down, she was out of breath and she stopped running to sit down at a sidewalk in the rain, but of course she was too depressed and sad to mind the rain that much. She didn't even hear the raindrops in her head, but she did manage to hear a voice behind her a few minutes later.
"Wendy? What are you doing out in the rain? And why do you look all dirty?" It was only then that she noticed she was sitting in front of Butters's house, and Butters had opened the front door a bit to call out to her. Once his mother saw that, she told Wendy to come in and dry off if she wasn't going home, and she did. Once she got herself dried off and got some of the spare mud off her coat in the bathroom, she went back downstairs and sat on the couch, not knowing what to say or do now. But then Butters sat down next to her anyway. "So, uh, you didn't exactly answer my question. Why are you- I mean, uh, why did you used to be so dirty?" So with nothing else to do, Wendy told him about how the girls treated her and how she was betrayed, and tried not to cry again as a result.
"I know I really shouldn't be sad, since I was trying to get the friendship of people I normally wouldn't hang out with. But that might be the point. Sure, I had friends before, but I've never had a large group of girls, or really popular girls, to hang out with before, and it made me feel great to have that here. I got a taste of being with really popular girls, and that taste was enough to make me cry when I found out they were using me." Wendy stifuled another tear before she went on. "I was probably gonna really change myself and make myself different to fit in if it went on anymore. I really feel like I was gonna do it."
"You were gonna be just like those popular girls to fit in with them?", Butters finally chimed in.
"I probably was, since they obviously wouldn't have like me if I was being normal. Hell, it's because of me being a bookworm and a smart girl that they did this to begin with! So there you go!" Butters now was more than a little puzzled at the irony that he just noticed. "So....you're sad because girls who didn't like you hated you after all? And you were really willing to act like someone else to get them to like you?" Wendy nodded yes. "Um, well, can I say something if you promise not to be mad? Uh....that sounds a little stupid to me."
Wendy was now the puzzled and confused one, and since Butters wanted to act fast before she got upset, he explained himself quickly. "I mean, you said you wanted to change for these girls and that's what sounds stupid to me, because you were fine the way you were before!" Wendy's facial expression stayed still after hearing that, so Butters took this room to explain himself some more. "You already had boys and girls for friends that liked you just fine before, so why would you wanna give that up to be friends with girls you didn't even know? And girls that don't even like you the way you are in the first place!"
"What's that supposed to mean and how should it make me feel better?"
"Well, I'm, eh, just saying you didn't have to change yourself for girls that didn't like you that much. I think you're more than okay just the way you are, and so do a lot of people. You're smart and fun and pretty and a good friend to a lot of us, so....if those girls can't see that about you, then why should you be so sad that they don't like you? You're great just the way you are and you don't need bitch friends like them to prove it! Uh, right?"
"No....no I don't have to at all." Wendy said as her self confidence began to grown again.
"You know Wendy, I actually envy you. You can be yourself and even if those girls hate you, a lot more people like you. I've never had that kind of luck." Butters went on as his own self confidence went down a tiny bit. "Most of the time when I act like myself, the cool kids have picked on me or made fun of me. Even now when I have a girlfriend and the respect of Stan and the rest, I still feel like I have to act tough and macho and not like myself to impress them. I still don't really feel like I can be myself for most people to really like me. But you can be yourself and make a lot of friends doing it, so, well, I kinda admire you for having that gift that I don't have. But I am happy you didn't throw it away."
Somehow, that second big speech of his made Wendy feel just as relieved as the first one did. Now that logic was reentering her brain, she was starting to feel stupid as a matter of fact, since she had lots of friends and the greatest boyfriend in the world- she didn't have time to worry about being popular! She had been her free thinking, intellegent, and recently more caring self for years and people liked her or at least respected her enough not to get in her way. She had friends to have her back and no one fucked with her, and now it was time to get back into that old groove! Now she was officially better and ready to get her boyfriend and her friends back- partly so they could come up with a hell of a revenge plan on the bitches. So now it was official, Butters had singlehandly brought her back to reality. The rain stopped about 5 minutes later, so Wendy figured it was safe to go and begin her plans.
Before she went though, Wendy almost kicked herself for not remembering to comment on what Butters was really saying in that second speech. So when they were both outside on the doorstep, she fixed that. "Butters, I really owe you for this one. But maybe you should take your own advice about yourself. You're right, a lot of people have been annoyed by you just being yourself, but just as many people still care about you anyway. You shouldn't be afraid to be yourself because you're terrific the way you are too, or else you wouldn't have been such a big help today." Butters started to blush in a way that made Wendy come close to blushing herself. "Well, at least I was right about you being smart, huh?", he said, and Wendy chuckled- then she remembered another thing he said earlier. "You also said I was pretty, do you think that's true?" At that point she was just having fun since she knew how she looked[Stan told her that almost every day]but it was funny to hear Butters say something like that too.
"Well, sure I do. Who the heck wouldn't?" A split second later he got a little bit nervous after saying that. "But, uh, don't tell Julia I said that, she needs to think about helping you get revenge instead of being mad at me. Okay?" And to the day she died, Wendy kept her promise not to say a word to her about it.
The present day dead Wendy then returned to the present and snapped out of her flashback. She looked at the sleeping Butters again and remembered once more that although the subsequent revenge against those girls was sweet, it wouldn't have been possible without his advice. That was really why she came through for him when Julia left and when he got pushed around in high school, because she knew that he was a loyal enough friend to do the same thing for her if he had to. And she knew he'd do everything in his power to be a better help to her now, so that definatly made her a lot less worried about their current situation.
She could have picked someone braver and stronger like Kyle to kill and to help her, but Kyle probably would have dismissed her and not believed she was really there. He was probably too bitter and logical to be much of a help. But Butters was more eager to help and in many ways, he needed to help get her and Stan back together more than anyone else. Doing that would really help him get things back in order on Earth and he could start going on with things again- that would be a great way to send him off and to say a proper goodbye to him. That was what friends were for after all. That was why she picked a true friend to aid her in the greatest time of need she would ever face.
Wendy finally got up and figured she should go to sleep while she was on this confidence high. She took one more look at Butters and lightly patted him on his tuft of hair on his head. He would feel a lot better after sunrise, and she now remembered that when push came to shove, he wouldn't let her down. He was too determined to let himself let her down. She headed upstairs to rest her mind so she could be on top of her game too. Tonight didn't go that smoothly, but there was no way her or Butters would let tomorrow suffer that same fate. They would both make sure Stan was sure as hell coming home for real this time.
END OF ACT II