Even if Stan had survived the fall, it wouldn't have made a difference since it took hours for anyone to find his corpse. The funeral and the aftermath of a second death in South Park were predictably horrendous to bear. Without Stan around to comfort her, Ann Testaburger soon moved out of South Park to live with other family members from out of town. And soon after graduation, Randy and Sharon Marsh moved out of town too, since Stan was gone and their daughter Shelly had been out of the house for years, which meant no one could stop them from moving.
Without Stan or Wendy there, the high school graduation for the rest of the South Park kids was nothing short of a downer. And even after that, their moods did not change much. Stan's sports friends were upset since they couldn't find a quarterback to face them in their little scrimmages. Kenny and Cartman tried not to show too much emotion since they were more consicious of their image and didn't want to seem like wusses, but at times their grief showed- even Cartman's. True, maybe Cartman was just upset since he couldn't get away with making fun of Stan or Wendy anymore, but him showing any kind of emotion is a rare thing, so who's to question why he did it?
The worst of it naturally fell on Kyle and Butters. For Kyle, he had lost his best friend in the world just moments after he had failed to get him to cheer up a little bit. And now with him and Wendy gone, there was no one left in South Park for him to relate to and no one else was a cool enough kid to possibly take Stan's place. To Kyle, he and Stan were just as much of an important team as Stan and Wendy were, and now he felt almost like Stan when Wendy died- in that his most valued teammate was gone forever and he would never get that kind of friendship back again. Now he too would live the rest of his life wondering what he could have done different and knowing that things he did would have been better if Stan was around to enjoy them with him.
And as for Butters? Well, he was already crushed that he was the last person to see Wendy alive, and now he was probably the last person out of the major kids to see Stan alive. Did he help drive Stan to wanna kill himself or something? If he bore some blame for Wendy's death, didn't that mean he was accountable for Stan's later suicide as well? In an effort to not have to answer for that, he kept himself away from Kyle and the other mourning kids as much as he could. This string of tragedies was something he'd have to work out himself without someone else reminding him of living through what two great kids couldn't.
South Park had always been a dreary mountain town with occasional invasions and world conquest plans to liven it up. But now, with all that had happened, even if Barbra Streisand came back to raise hell, it wouldn't make much of a different in most of the people's moods. People who were going down to South Park were certainly not having themselves a time.
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Somewhere, in some unknown location that nobody could ever see, not even with telescopes and binoculars, someone could see the plight of the South Park kids. Someone knew all about it. But this someone was on a mission to satisfy this someone's own desires. And the time to begin the mission was almost here.
"I'm close now. It has to happen tonight or it's over before it begins. I've waited long enough for this to happen. I deserve to get what I want and no one's gonna delay giving it to me anymore, not even God Himself. All I need now is him to come back with me. And that shouldn't be too hard at all." The unknown person turned to see that the one to be visited tonight was already heading home, still in the same kind of funk he was in when it all started. "No, it shouldn't be very hard at all."
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As was becoming the usual case in the Stotch household, Butters returned home from walking around and doing nothing just before dinner, his parents saw that he wasn't in the mood to talk and ignoring him, and he went upstairs to lie around and do nothing some more until dinner, which would be silent and uncomfortable like always. So Butters quickly went to this room and lay on the bed to get a head start. The bed was relatively comfy, but it was a little too hard to focus on that.
Butters hated to be depressed, especially since he had been so used to being happy go lucky and chipper for most of his life. Granted, his cheerfulness and good will made him the target of a lot of narrow minded pricks in school, but at least he could keep himself entertained at some point. Now he didn't see anything that could be fun enough to take his mind off the deaths. His toys, his DVD's, his memories of the good old days, nothing worked.
He knew deep down that there was nothing he could have done for either Wendy or Stan. He really knew that he didn't kill them, and it was dumb to believe he had something to do with making their accidents happen. Therefore, since he wasn't responsible for those events, it should be easier to move on. By God, it had been 4 months since they died, by now he should be ready to play and enjoy himself and not think about it every single day! If he didn't bear any blame for the tragedies, and he didn't, then why couldn't he just move on and stop letting this get to him, like the majority of people other than Kyle seemed to at least be trying to do?!
It was probably because he missed Stan and Wendy so much, but why should it be as much as this? Hell, he didn't even hang out with Stan a lot of the time and those closest to him were at least trying to get on with their lives as normal, except for Kyle! It just....it just was getting to be too much to bear for even the bravest soul, and since Butters wasn't always the strongest kid in the bunch, this was just about ready to break him.
Before he could think about how close he was coming to breaking, he heard a knock on his door and his mother came in about a second later. "Butters, sweetie? Is everything okay?", Linda Stotch asked although she knew her son was far from okay. He didn't answer as a result, so she went to sit down next to Butters on the bed. "You know, I've been taking lessons from Mr Mackey on how to talk to troubled kids who need therapy. This way we wouldn't have to pay lots of money for you to talk to someone that could make you feel better. Now, um, if you want, you can talk to me and I can try my best to tell you everything's gonna be okay. Okay, hon?" Linda waited for any kind of sign that her help was about to be accepted, but Butters still made no movement from lying on the bed, or made any noise at all. She figured she could wait about a few more seconds before she took the hint that he didn't want to talk.
"I saw Kyle today." Butters said that just in time before Linda gave up, so she got herself comfy again to listen to him. "How was he, is he starting to recover a bit?"
"No, not at all. His parents are trying to get his mind off it by getting him ready for college and stuff. But it doesn't look like that's helping a bit. Most of what he said to me was that his whole life that he could remember had Stan involved in someway. He asked how he could do his job as a grownup without thinking about how his time as a kid ended tragically. He knows it's a little gay to think about Stan this much, but he was such a big part of his life that he can't forget about him that easily, and that he can't ever be a part of his adult life too." Butters tried to remember one of the millions of thoughts going around in the brain that he could say to his mom, then he finally found one. "Stan must have known Kyle would feel that way if he killed himself, and he did it anyway. How could he let himself do this to everyone?"
"His note said he did it because he thought he'd meet Wendy in Heaven if he died." Linda pointed out.
"But people that kill themselves don't go to Heaven, they go to Purgatory! Everyone knows that! If Stan had remembered that, Kyle would be okay right now and it would be a lot easier for me to forget about him and about how Wendy's death made him do it and how Wendy's death still hurts too! The, the stupid son of a bitch!" Linda quickly hugged Butters to comfort him so he wouldn't cry right away after cursing out his late friend, and although he sniffed and shed a few tiny tears, he was relatively composed.
"Why d-did this happen, Mom? Stan and Wendy didn't deserve this, so why did they die anyway?"
"Um, well....gee, Mackey's lesson didn't say anything about answering questions like that, the lazy so called expert." Linda shrugged that off and figured she could curse Mackey after this. "Butters, we can't pretend to understand why these things happen, they just do. All we can do is take the punches life gives us as best we can."
"But I've taken so many punches in my life, sometimes literally. I just don't know why it's taking me so long to get up from this one, since I know I shouldn't be this upset." Luckly, Linda didn't need to remember Mackey's teaching to clear Butters up or it might have gotten confusing. "Well, they were your friends. You knew them for over 10 years and you have some very fond memories of them. If they weren't such good people and such good friends to you, then there'd be no reason to be sad for them in the first place."
"That's another thing that's worrying me. Stan was a great guy, but we were never really that close. He used to shun and ignore me like the rest of them, though he wasn't that cruel doing it. I think.....well, lately I think I've been thinking more about how I miss Wendy than how I miss Stan, and that's not right! I should be missing them equally, but I don't think I am!" Butters suddenly went quiet as he actually realized the truth in what he was saying- but like he said, he didn't think it was the right way to think. Yet that may have been what he was doing.
"I suppose that actually makes sense.", started Linda as her son was gathering his thoughts back. "If what that eulogy of yours was true, she certainly did a lot for you than Stan did. Or what me and your father did at that particular time." Linda shook that off, figuring she could come to terms with her own parential mistakes during her meetings with Mackey. "Remember when Julia first moved away and she came over to help you live with that?"
Butters easily remembered that other really painful memory he had, this one from 5 years ago. Julia had to move away thanks to her Dad's job and the goodbye between them had not been free of tears, even after they swore to write to each other all the time like in the old days. But even so, after he'd gotten used to finally being with her everyday, it wasn't easy to have her leave again. After that hard day, Wendy did the most to help him go on after the move. Since she was close friends with Julia and she knew how important Butters was to her, she understood how hard things would be for him and so she visited him several times over the next few days to make sure he was okay. And since she was also upset that one of her good friends had gone away, the time they spent together helped both of them recover, although they did not forget that she was gone. It still wasn't any easier for Butters to not see Julia everyday, even to this day. But in those first few days that could have been really damaging, Wendy cheered him up when he needed it the most, and it helped him go on with day to day life from then on in. So yeah, he remembered that.
"Yeah...I remember that.", Butters said.
"You really liked her and were closer to her than you were to Stan, there's no sense in being ashamed of it now." Butters wasn't that ashamed, but he still felt bad that he didn't have memories of Stan like that which would make things equal. "I guess not. I'm always gonna miss Stan, but it's gonna be a little harder to forget Wendy. She....she was something." Linda was now backed into a corner since she just made Butters miss Wendy more, and she didn't have a way to fix that so he could miss her left. So she decided to count her losses and leave to regroup for tomorrow. But she found one more thing to say just before she walked out the door. "If you died, I'm sure Wendy would have cryed over you, but I'm sure she'd be smart enough to move on with her life and carry on like a trooper, even though she would miss you. Maybe the best way to honor her memory is to do what I think she probably would have done, to carry on with your life and do your best so that all the help she gave you wasn't in vain." Linda quickly headed out and went downstairs to cheer her last minute success.
Butters lay back on his bed to take that in. Wendy had helped him several times and if he just gave up now, all that would be for nothing indeed. She somehow believed that he had the right to have as good a time as the cooler kids did, and he would just be proving her wrong if he didn't be the best he could be to honor her. Yeah, that really was something she would think, wouldn't it?
The boy shot up with a momentary shock of confidence and joy, just before it faded back away when he saw Wendy and Stan's picture. He had retrived the picture he gave Wendy on that night and kept it for himself to pay tribute to them, and with that around, it reminded him that his best work wouldn't take away the fact they were dead. Butters went back to having a heavy heart. He did still want to carry on, but it really wasn't gonna be that simple. It never is when you lose a friend like Stan even though they weren't that close and he probably wanted Butters dead near the end. But it definatly wasn't easy when you lose a friend like Wendy who was smart and nice to him at time when others weren't, and who was popular and thoughtful and beautiful.....wait, that was a strange thing to think about her at a time like this. Even though after Julia left, Wendy was probably the most attractive girl left in his school and, he had to admit, it was for a pretty good reason....
This time Butters had to smack himself on the forehead to get those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't think that way when she was alive since she was Stan's girlfriend, so why should he think that way now when she was dead? The thing was she was dead, and it was time to make an effort to live a normal life again afterwards. So he went downstairs to watch TV and to wait for dinner, like a normal kid would.
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Someone from above saw that Butters was almost finished dinner and was about to turn in for the night. It was now time to use the spell to come down and wait for him.
"Anya kon wa. Anya kon nina pac. Anya kon eagle stripe! Anya kon baya audios!" After repeating the phrase a few more times, the spell was complete. And her quest was now almost ready to begin.
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At around 9:00, Butters said good night to his mom and dad and headed up to his room. He figured that tomorrow he might try to see Kyle and the others again and offer to go somewhere with them. Spending time with another person helped him after Julia left, so maybe it would help him and the others to do that now. But that wouldn't be possible without a good night's sleep first. So he headed inside his room and closed the door to have some privacy before he put his P.J's on.
But then he turned to see a girl already sitting on his bed. A very familar, but dead, girl.
"Wendy?!!"
Butters could see that a girl who looked like Wendy was on his bed, but he regained his compose to remember that she was dead. At that point, he started to get mad. "Eric sent you, didn't he? He wanted to tease me by making me think Wendy came back to life! Well I'm not that dumb anymore, so you can just go away!"
"But Butters, it's really me." My God, she even sounded like Wendy. Eric sure got her to do a great impression, Butters thought. But it was a very cruel impression, and he didn't need to deal with it right now. "You heard me, go away! Tell Eric he can't do this kind of shit to me now!" But the Wendy impersinator wouldn't go away, in fact, she moved closer to him. "I know you don't believe it's me, but I can prove it by-" By then Butters really didn't want his emotions to be toyed with anymore, so although he didn't like being physical with anyone, he figured this would have to be an exception.
"I said get out, now go away and stop toying with me!" With that he moved to grab the girl by the arm- but instead, his arm went through her.
After the inital shock of the year wore off, he tried to grab her again, but again he couldn't grab her because his hand went through her arm. He kept reaching and trying to grab something, but he just went through her like she was invisible. But he could see her right in front of her, so how....by God, he was actually seeing things! It must be a hallucination thingie, he must be going crazy! Butters figured he'd better call his parents before he went even more insane! "Mom, Da-"
But he stopped because the girl put her hand right onto his mouth to cover his screams. He couldn't touch her, but she seemed perfectly able to touch him. So she took advantage of this position to explain.
"You aren't imagining this, Butters. You didn't just go to sleep, so this isn't a dream either. This is real. I'm the real Wendy Testaburger, your name is Leopold "Butters" Stotch, and you gave me that picture on your wall for me and Stan's anniversary before I died. You gave my eulogy and told everyone about how I defended you from bullies in high school. I know that Stan killed himself to get to me about two weeks later. And I know you just told your mother how much you miss me and Stan as a result." As she talked, she managed to get Butters to sit down, which he did since he was too numb from all of this to do anything but listen. "I am Wendy Testaburger, and I used a spell from Heaven to come here and visit you. I came here because I need your help."
Butters tried to answer but he couldn't since his mouth was still covered by the girl's hand. "If I promise to let you talk again, will you promise not to scream or call for your Mom and Dad? This is between me and you and it won't work if other living people know about this. I need to tell you a lot of things and I need you to realize that I'm not joking. I'm for real. I know everything Wendy knows because I am Wendy, your friend and the girl who had to kiss you in 4'th grade to end that period when you had a crush on me." And that obscure detail was enough to convince Butters who this really was. So he shook his head to make his promise and the hand let go of him. With that, Butters tried to compose himself before he looked at this, for lack of a better word, spirit. The spirit of the late Wendy Testaburger.
"What....what are you doing here?"
Without Stan or Wendy there, the high school graduation for the rest of the South Park kids was nothing short of a downer. And even after that, their moods did not change much. Stan's sports friends were upset since they couldn't find a quarterback to face them in their little scrimmages. Kenny and Cartman tried not to show too much emotion since they were more consicious of their image and didn't want to seem like wusses, but at times their grief showed- even Cartman's. True, maybe Cartman was just upset since he couldn't get away with making fun of Stan or Wendy anymore, but him showing any kind of emotion is a rare thing, so who's to question why he did it?
The worst of it naturally fell on Kyle and Butters. For Kyle, he had lost his best friend in the world just moments after he had failed to get him to cheer up a little bit. And now with him and Wendy gone, there was no one left in South Park for him to relate to and no one else was a cool enough kid to possibly take Stan's place. To Kyle, he and Stan were just as much of an important team as Stan and Wendy were, and now he felt almost like Stan when Wendy died- in that his most valued teammate was gone forever and he would never get that kind of friendship back again. Now he too would live the rest of his life wondering what he could have done different and knowing that things he did would have been better if Stan was around to enjoy them with him.
And as for Butters? Well, he was already crushed that he was the last person to see Wendy alive, and now he was probably the last person out of the major kids to see Stan alive. Did he help drive Stan to wanna kill himself or something? If he bore some blame for Wendy's death, didn't that mean he was accountable for Stan's later suicide as well? In an effort to not have to answer for that, he kept himself away from Kyle and the other mourning kids as much as he could. This string of tragedies was something he'd have to work out himself without someone else reminding him of living through what two great kids couldn't.
South Park had always been a dreary mountain town with occasional invasions and world conquest plans to liven it up. But now, with all that had happened, even if Barbra Streisand came back to raise hell, it wouldn't make much of a different in most of the people's moods. People who were going down to South Park were certainly not having themselves a time.
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Somewhere, in some unknown location that nobody could ever see, not even with telescopes and binoculars, someone could see the plight of the South Park kids. Someone knew all about it. But this someone was on a mission to satisfy this someone's own desires. And the time to begin the mission was almost here.
"I'm close now. It has to happen tonight or it's over before it begins. I've waited long enough for this to happen. I deserve to get what I want and no one's gonna delay giving it to me anymore, not even God Himself. All I need now is him to come back with me. And that shouldn't be too hard at all." The unknown person turned to see that the one to be visited tonight was already heading home, still in the same kind of funk he was in when it all started. "No, it shouldn't be very hard at all."
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As was becoming the usual case in the Stotch household, Butters returned home from walking around and doing nothing just before dinner, his parents saw that he wasn't in the mood to talk and ignoring him, and he went upstairs to lie around and do nothing some more until dinner, which would be silent and uncomfortable like always. So Butters quickly went to this room and lay on the bed to get a head start. The bed was relatively comfy, but it was a little too hard to focus on that.
Butters hated to be depressed, especially since he had been so used to being happy go lucky and chipper for most of his life. Granted, his cheerfulness and good will made him the target of a lot of narrow minded pricks in school, but at least he could keep himself entertained at some point. Now he didn't see anything that could be fun enough to take his mind off the deaths. His toys, his DVD's, his memories of the good old days, nothing worked.
He knew deep down that there was nothing he could have done for either Wendy or Stan. He really knew that he didn't kill them, and it was dumb to believe he had something to do with making their accidents happen. Therefore, since he wasn't responsible for those events, it should be easier to move on. By God, it had been 4 months since they died, by now he should be ready to play and enjoy himself and not think about it every single day! If he didn't bear any blame for the tragedies, and he didn't, then why couldn't he just move on and stop letting this get to him, like the majority of people other than Kyle seemed to at least be trying to do?!
It was probably because he missed Stan and Wendy so much, but why should it be as much as this? Hell, he didn't even hang out with Stan a lot of the time and those closest to him were at least trying to get on with their lives as normal, except for Kyle! It just....it just was getting to be too much to bear for even the bravest soul, and since Butters wasn't always the strongest kid in the bunch, this was just about ready to break him.
Before he could think about how close he was coming to breaking, he heard a knock on his door and his mother came in about a second later. "Butters, sweetie? Is everything okay?", Linda Stotch asked although she knew her son was far from okay. He didn't answer as a result, so she went to sit down next to Butters on the bed. "You know, I've been taking lessons from Mr Mackey on how to talk to troubled kids who need therapy. This way we wouldn't have to pay lots of money for you to talk to someone that could make you feel better. Now, um, if you want, you can talk to me and I can try my best to tell you everything's gonna be okay. Okay, hon?" Linda waited for any kind of sign that her help was about to be accepted, but Butters still made no movement from lying on the bed, or made any noise at all. She figured she could wait about a few more seconds before she took the hint that he didn't want to talk.
"I saw Kyle today." Butters said that just in time before Linda gave up, so she got herself comfy again to listen to him. "How was he, is he starting to recover a bit?"
"No, not at all. His parents are trying to get his mind off it by getting him ready for college and stuff. But it doesn't look like that's helping a bit. Most of what he said to me was that his whole life that he could remember had Stan involved in someway. He asked how he could do his job as a grownup without thinking about how his time as a kid ended tragically. He knows it's a little gay to think about Stan this much, but he was such a big part of his life that he can't forget about him that easily, and that he can't ever be a part of his adult life too." Butters tried to remember one of the millions of thoughts going around in the brain that he could say to his mom, then he finally found one. "Stan must have known Kyle would feel that way if he killed himself, and he did it anyway. How could he let himself do this to everyone?"
"His note said he did it because he thought he'd meet Wendy in Heaven if he died." Linda pointed out.
"But people that kill themselves don't go to Heaven, they go to Purgatory! Everyone knows that! If Stan had remembered that, Kyle would be okay right now and it would be a lot easier for me to forget about him and about how Wendy's death made him do it and how Wendy's death still hurts too! The, the stupid son of a bitch!" Linda quickly hugged Butters to comfort him so he wouldn't cry right away after cursing out his late friend, and although he sniffed and shed a few tiny tears, he was relatively composed.
"Why d-did this happen, Mom? Stan and Wendy didn't deserve this, so why did they die anyway?"
"Um, well....gee, Mackey's lesson didn't say anything about answering questions like that, the lazy so called expert." Linda shrugged that off and figured she could curse Mackey after this. "Butters, we can't pretend to understand why these things happen, they just do. All we can do is take the punches life gives us as best we can."
"But I've taken so many punches in my life, sometimes literally. I just don't know why it's taking me so long to get up from this one, since I know I shouldn't be this upset." Luckly, Linda didn't need to remember Mackey's teaching to clear Butters up or it might have gotten confusing. "Well, they were your friends. You knew them for over 10 years and you have some very fond memories of them. If they weren't such good people and such good friends to you, then there'd be no reason to be sad for them in the first place."
"That's another thing that's worrying me. Stan was a great guy, but we were never really that close. He used to shun and ignore me like the rest of them, though he wasn't that cruel doing it. I think.....well, lately I think I've been thinking more about how I miss Wendy than how I miss Stan, and that's not right! I should be missing them equally, but I don't think I am!" Butters suddenly went quiet as he actually realized the truth in what he was saying- but like he said, he didn't think it was the right way to think. Yet that may have been what he was doing.
"I suppose that actually makes sense.", started Linda as her son was gathering his thoughts back. "If what that eulogy of yours was true, she certainly did a lot for you than Stan did. Or what me and your father did at that particular time." Linda shook that off, figuring she could come to terms with her own parential mistakes during her meetings with Mackey. "Remember when Julia first moved away and she came over to help you live with that?"
Butters easily remembered that other really painful memory he had, this one from 5 years ago. Julia had to move away thanks to her Dad's job and the goodbye between them had not been free of tears, even after they swore to write to each other all the time like in the old days. But even so, after he'd gotten used to finally being with her everyday, it wasn't easy to have her leave again. After that hard day, Wendy did the most to help him go on after the move. Since she was close friends with Julia and she knew how important Butters was to her, she understood how hard things would be for him and so she visited him several times over the next few days to make sure he was okay. And since she was also upset that one of her good friends had gone away, the time they spent together helped both of them recover, although they did not forget that she was gone. It still wasn't any easier for Butters to not see Julia everyday, even to this day. But in those first few days that could have been really damaging, Wendy cheered him up when he needed it the most, and it helped him go on with day to day life from then on in. So yeah, he remembered that.
"Yeah...I remember that.", Butters said.
"You really liked her and were closer to her than you were to Stan, there's no sense in being ashamed of it now." Butters wasn't that ashamed, but he still felt bad that he didn't have memories of Stan like that which would make things equal. "I guess not. I'm always gonna miss Stan, but it's gonna be a little harder to forget Wendy. She....she was something." Linda was now backed into a corner since she just made Butters miss Wendy more, and she didn't have a way to fix that so he could miss her left. So she decided to count her losses and leave to regroup for tomorrow. But she found one more thing to say just before she walked out the door. "If you died, I'm sure Wendy would have cryed over you, but I'm sure she'd be smart enough to move on with her life and carry on like a trooper, even though she would miss you. Maybe the best way to honor her memory is to do what I think she probably would have done, to carry on with your life and do your best so that all the help she gave you wasn't in vain." Linda quickly headed out and went downstairs to cheer her last minute success.
Butters lay back on his bed to take that in. Wendy had helped him several times and if he just gave up now, all that would be for nothing indeed. She somehow believed that he had the right to have as good a time as the cooler kids did, and he would just be proving her wrong if he didn't be the best he could be to honor her. Yeah, that really was something she would think, wouldn't it?
The boy shot up with a momentary shock of confidence and joy, just before it faded back away when he saw Wendy and Stan's picture. He had retrived the picture he gave Wendy on that night and kept it for himself to pay tribute to them, and with that around, it reminded him that his best work wouldn't take away the fact they were dead. Butters went back to having a heavy heart. He did still want to carry on, but it really wasn't gonna be that simple. It never is when you lose a friend like Stan even though they weren't that close and he probably wanted Butters dead near the end. But it definatly wasn't easy when you lose a friend like Wendy who was smart and nice to him at time when others weren't, and who was popular and thoughtful and beautiful.....wait, that was a strange thing to think about her at a time like this. Even though after Julia left, Wendy was probably the most attractive girl left in his school and, he had to admit, it was for a pretty good reason....
This time Butters had to smack himself on the forehead to get those thoughts out of his head. He couldn't think that way when she was alive since she was Stan's girlfriend, so why should he think that way now when she was dead? The thing was she was dead, and it was time to make an effort to live a normal life again afterwards. So he went downstairs to watch TV and to wait for dinner, like a normal kid would.
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Someone from above saw that Butters was almost finished dinner and was about to turn in for the night. It was now time to use the spell to come down and wait for him.
"Anya kon wa. Anya kon nina pac. Anya kon eagle stripe! Anya kon baya audios!" After repeating the phrase a few more times, the spell was complete. And her quest was now almost ready to begin.
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At around 9:00, Butters said good night to his mom and dad and headed up to his room. He figured that tomorrow he might try to see Kyle and the others again and offer to go somewhere with them. Spending time with another person helped him after Julia left, so maybe it would help him and the others to do that now. But that wouldn't be possible without a good night's sleep first. So he headed inside his room and closed the door to have some privacy before he put his P.J's on.
But then he turned to see a girl already sitting on his bed. A very familar, but dead, girl.
"Wendy?!!"
Butters could see that a girl who looked like Wendy was on his bed, but he regained his compose to remember that she was dead. At that point, he started to get mad. "Eric sent you, didn't he? He wanted to tease me by making me think Wendy came back to life! Well I'm not that dumb anymore, so you can just go away!"
"But Butters, it's really me." My God, she even sounded like Wendy. Eric sure got her to do a great impression, Butters thought. But it was a very cruel impression, and he didn't need to deal with it right now. "You heard me, go away! Tell Eric he can't do this kind of shit to me now!" But the Wendy impersinator wouldn't go away, in fact, she moved closer to him. "I know you don't believe it's me, but I can prove it by-" By then Butters really didn't want his emotions to be toyed with anymore, so although he didn't like being physical with anyone, he figured this would have to be an exception.
"I said get out, now go away and stop toying with me!" With that he moved to grab the girl by the arm- but instead, his arm went through her.
After the inital shock of the year wore off, he tried to grab her again, but again he couldn't grab her because his hand went through her arm. He kept reaching and trying to grab something, but he just went through her like she was invisible. But he could see her right in front of her, so how....by God, he was actually seeing things! It must be a hallucination thingie, he must be going crazy! Butters figured he'd better call his parents before he went even more insane! "Mom, Da-"
But he stopped because the girl put her hand right onto his mouth to cover his screams. He couldn't touch her, but she seemed perfectly able to touch him. So she took advantage of this position to explain.
"You aren't imagining this, Butters. You didn't just go to sleep, so this isn't a dream either. This is real. I'm the real Wendy Testaburger, your name is Leopold "Butters" Stotch, and you gave me that picture on your wall for me and Stan's anniversary before I died. You gave my eulogy and told everyone about how I defended you from bullies in high school. I know that Stan killed himself to get to me about two weeks later. And I know you just told your mother how much you miss me and Stan as a result." As she talked, she managed to get Butters to sit down, which he did since he was too numb from all of this to do anything but listen. "I am Wendy Testaburger, and I used a spell from Heaven to come here and visit you. I came here because I need your help."
Butters tried to answer but he couldn't since his mouth was still covered by the girl's hand. "If I promise to let you talk again, will you promise not to scream or call for your Mom and Dad? This is between me and you and it won't work if other living people know about this. I need to tell you a lot of things and I need you to realize that I'm not joking. I'm for real. I know everything Wendy knows because I am Wendy, your friend and the girl who had to kiss you in 4'th grade to end that period when you had a crush on me." And that obscure detail was enough to convince Butters who this really was. So he shook his head to make his promise and the hand let go of him. With that, Butters tried to compose himself before he looked at this, for lack of a better word, spirit. The spirit of the late Wendy Testaburger.
"What....what are you doing here?"