My head feels like someone is squeezing it. I am so pissed off at this cold. But hey, at least I'm still writing and coming up with ideas and stuff. What's funny about this story is not even I exactly know where it's going. Not even sure how I'm ending it yet. Like I said, this fic was written from a thought and a whim. I looked to see if anyone else had thought of it but I didn't see anything on here. So here I am.

The back door slowly creaked open, revealing the overly concerned face of my sort of friend Butters. He was in footie pyjamas with little cartoon animals from some little kid's show sprinkled all over. Normally, I'd make fun of him, but not in the costume. Lucky him.

He twiddled his fingers nervously as he looked at me and seemed like he was about to say something until he looked down at my knee. "Oh Jesus Christ! You're bleeding!"

Part of me wanted to sarcastically reply "then heal me dickface paladin," but I held my tongue. To be honest I hadn't even noticed until he pointed it out, but in the light of his back porch I could see the trail of blood in the snow. "It's just a flesh wound," I replied with my gritty voice.

He didn't seem to know how to react. "Oh, uh, okay. I've got some bandages Mysterion if you'd like."

I shrugged and began heading inside. "Sure."

He sat me down in the kitchen and fetched bandages from the bathroom upstairs. "So I brought you regular ones and these cute Hello Kitty ones. I wasn't sure what kind you prefer," Butters explained as he showed me the two different boxes. I glared at him. Even the suit wasn't about to protect him from this one.

Butters quickly realized his mistake. "Right, regular kind it is. So uh, would you like some water or a juice box or something?" He pondered as he wet a paper towel.

I relented, having gotten really thirsty from all the midnight running. "Juice would be nice, thanks."

He handed me the box of juice still cold from the fridge and began patting my knee very gently to clean out the wound. I took in just how much I'd messed up my costume at that point. It was torn at the knee and blood was running down my leg into my socks and shoes. That was going to be a bitch to clean. Oh, and I guess my knee was kinda messed up too but eh.

"This is pretty bad. What happened?" he asked.

I cleared my throat and asked a question of my own. "You remember the new kid being at Hells Pass Hospital right?"

His blue eyes widened and he stopped cleaning my knee to stare up at me. "What? What happened? Is he okay?"

"What do you mean 'what happened'? You're the one who called and told me! Er- well, Kenny." I blushed at how flustered I'd gotten. I couldn't even maintain my not-so-secret identity.

"No, Kenny- er, Mysterion, I didn't-" he started, flinching, but I interrupted. "Yes! You called me!"

"Shh," Butters warned, raising both hands in a surrendering position. "O-okay, please jus, just don't yell. I don't wanna get in trouble for inviting a superhero in the house again."

I took in a deep breath and let it out, lowering my voice. "Me, Kyle and Stan and you all drove with his dad and went to the hospital. Then we visited the new kid and told him how stupid he was for trying to kill himself! Don't you remember any of this?" As I explained, I'd gotten more frustrated and even got in his face.

Butters trembled at my words and backed away, completely terrified. "He tried to kill himself? Oh Jesus! Oh Lord in Heaven! Our Lord, our Savior! How do I not remember? Oh God!"

I facepalmed. "This is a waste of time. See ya later Butters." I got up and stuck a bandage on my leg and began to head out, but he followed me like a little lost puppy and grabbed my shoulder. "No, wait! I have so many questions! Why did he try to kill himself? What happened? What did you do to your knee? Is he okay?"

I shrugged him off and continued to the back door. "Why do you think I was trying to get into his house? I need to get to the bottom of all this."

Butters, in a surprising display of balls, used his body to block the way out. "W-well, you can't just go out in the middle of the night alone while you're hurt. You could get yourself killed!"

I let out a sardonic chuckle. "Yeah, I'm already aware," I replied as I pushed him aside and walked out into the backyard. He stayed at the door like the obedient little boy I knew he was at first, but then he continued to follow behind after quickly putting on shoes and a coat. "Ohhh I'm gonna get in so much trouble for this, but I can tell you need my help."