Oh, what do we have here? Another clue? I've uploaded a picture for this story specifically. It's from the official website, free use. I actually have nearly finished a drawing for it, but I've been too lazy to pull out my scanner and edit it and such. And by lazy I mean sick as fuck.
Butters looked over at me in surprise. "Really? You want me to come with you? Okay, uh, sure Mysterion," he whispered. Part of me wanted to tell him to be more confident in himself, but every time someone gives that kid advice, he takes it way too seriously and turns into like, a pimp or something. There's no way I'd want to be responsible for cleaning up that shit.
I forced myself up the stairs and Butters followed, purposely staying right behind me as I agonized over every step. Is this going to kill me next? It's a lot worse than I gave it credit. I could feel my peer's concerned gaze on my back, and that gave me the strength to keep going.
As we neared the top, I could see that the only light in the hall was that escaping through the closed door of the master bedroom. I glided to Douchebag's room and went to open the door, only to feel that the door was already opened a crack. I pressed my arm against it slowly and it gave way silently, unlike any of my doors at home. Must be nice to have new things.
Butters was so silent I nearly forgot he was right behind me until he breathed a faint sigh of nervousness. I swallowed, feeling a little anxiety as well, but that wasn't going to stop me when I'd finally gotten so close. We entered the room, convinced we were ready for any possibility.
The light flickered on, causing my heart to skip a beat. I turned around, prepared to face an enemy, which seemed to startle Butters, whose hand was on the switch. "S-sorry", he whispered. "Oh my gosh. Kenny! The new kid's not here."
"What?" I whirled back around, gritting my teeth. Sure enough, there was his bed, but he wasn't fucking there. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" I demanded, hardly able to keep my voice quiet. Butters hushed me and turned off the light before grabbing my arm and forcing me into the closet with him. "Someone's coming," he finally explained.
We listened to two sets of footsteps enter the new kid's bedroom. "I just don't get why he would do such a thing," a voice I recognized as the kid's mom spoke softly. The other voice was obviously the douche father. "I don't know honey. I just don't know. Please, come back to bed." The mother spoke again. "No, I thought I heard something." The father huffed angrily. "You're hearing things again dear. It's just the new house playing tricks with unfamiliar sounds." The mother sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Let's go back to bed."
Butters and I stared at one another in the cramped closet, both of our eyes wide. As soon as the coast was clear, we exited and hastily made our way to the stairs.
My leg must have missed a step because a few steps after the top, I lost my footing and came crashing down. I heard the collective gasps of my friends and movement upstairs as I regained awareness, sprawled upside down on the last three steps and the landing. Today was just one of those days, wasn't it.