"Godammit it! Goddamm piece of shit motherfucker, GODDAMM IT!!!"
That could very well have been Wendy's first words after she and Butters got sent back to their home. But although it came close, that saying didn't come from her. It came from Stan. In Purgatory, the word had gotten out that Saddam had left for the day to see God and get spells that would transport people from Heaven to Purgatory and back. Word also got out that the book had been stolen by Butters and Wendy because they wanted to come here to get Stan out. And then Stan heard about how they had failed and had lost their one chance to rescue him. Hence the yelling and cursing at Saddam for stopping their plans.
As Saddam promised, he was staying in Heaven until tomorrow night so he could send souls here in Purgatory- and indeed, people originally from Heaven were popping in by the hour. Saddam left his Imperial Army in charge to keep the people in line and to "help" the new souls adjust to their new home. They didn't need to use Stan to show the newcomers how bad they would suffer if they stepped out of line, so Stan just got to sit by himself during all the madness and think. As usual, his thoughts were on Wendy, but this time his thoughts about her were a little different.
Wendy had defied God to get back to him. Wendy had taken on the Creator of everything in existance and fought Him and Saddam himself to reunite with him. She had even gotten Butters to be brave enough to help her in the quest- he would have expected Butters to turn and run when Wendy wanted to kill him in the first place. But he didn't, and their efforts came so close to succeeding if the reports were right- Saddam just outfoxed Wendy at the last moment. And now God was punishing her for it by making her forget the spells she had learned and made sure she'd never be able to come back here now. But if just a thing or two had gone a little different, he could be seeing her right now at long last. Yet now it looked like it was all over.
But Stan had been thinking it was over for months, and during that time, Wendy had fought the powers that be endlessly to prove that it wasn't. And what had he done? Put up with Saddam's madness and let himself get forced into female rape.
Now Stan not only felt sad, he felt pathetic. All he had done during his stay here was moan and cry over losing Wendy, and in between that time Saddam had his fun tormenting him. It was natural to assume that Wendy had done her share of moping and crying as well, but she had, unlike Stan, overcome it to do something productive. She hadn't given up on him and, like she did once before, she killed someone to get back together with him. Only this time it was for good intentions so she'd have some backup on her mission, and it almost worked. That was what Wendy had done over 4 months, and at the risk of being very repetative, what had Stan done?! Nothing.
Stan was far too smart and too brave in his first life to take all this lying down now. He always knew that, yet he couldn't find a way to fight back against Saddam or this whole unfair situation. He would have rather lay on his back on ground with lava below it than get up off his ass and do something. But now that couldn't take place anymore. If Wendy could fight back against impossible odds and almost succeed, why couldn't Stan fight against impossible odds and finish what she started?! There really didn't seem to be a good reason not to other than Saddam, and he would be gone for one more day....
And with that, Stan officially decided to get up off his ass and get in the game. Saddam was gone for now, and he was gonna find some way to take advantage of it....one way or another.
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"Fuck!! Fucking King of the Universe fucking me over instead of that Iraqi gaywad!!"
And in contrast, that was Wendy's first reaction when she got sent back home. However, unlike Stan, her mood and determination did not increase when the dust settled. For the rest of the day, Butters and Wendy tried to brainwash some solutions to the problem, but nothing worked. God would certainly not listen to them now, Saddam had the book and was using it to enslave people of his choosing, Grandpa Marsh followed through with God's order and banned them both from the soul takers club, and no one else would tell them what those two damm Purgatory spells were. In fact, no one would talk to them period. Even though Saddam's identity as the Purgatory dictator had been revealed, he had also used his new fame to tell everyone that he wouldn't be taking souls to Purgatory if Wendy didn't piss him off so much. So by the time the day ended and the night passed, people were too scared of being taken away by Saddam that they couldn't help but blame Wendy.
By the time the sun rose on the next day, everyone in Heaven was in a panic because at any moment, they could pop out of sight and into Purgatory thanks to Saddam casting a spell on them from God's palace. Practically the only people not scared of being sent away were Butters and Wendy, and that was only because they had already been robbed and screwed over by the Iraqi and his puppet. As a result, there seemed to be no hope left. No solutions presented themselves, no one would help them after the events of today, and Saddam would probably be inspired to torture Stan more than ever when he got back. What other happier ways were there to look at this thing?
As the morning began, Butters got out of his bed after only a few hours of sleep. But at least he had been able to get to his bed, as when he got downstairs, he saw that Wendy hadn't even gotten up from her couch. Her eyes were slightly open yet she looked too out of it to go to sleep, and she looked like she would fall from the couch if she moved- yet that probably wouldn't snap her out of this either. Butters approached her with some trepidation, since the slighest wrong thing said might set her off in her fury and pain....which was exactly why he and everyone else wouldn't go near Stan after his death, and look how that turned out. So with that in mind, he had no idea how to approach her, but he had to do it anyway.
"Wendy? Are you gonna get up and get ready for today?"
"Why?", Wendy asked in a voice that was far from sounding eager to get up or do anything of the kind. "I'm starting to get comfy here. I spent 10 hours straight thinking of any possible way to find Stan, and I got nothing. Now I'm so worn out and ready to give up that I just wanna take a load off here for a while. It's not like anyone wants to talk to me now anyway."
"Give up? But, but you're a genius and you need to see Stan more than anything, what's with the give up talk all of a sudden?!" Butters knew very well why things were hopeless since he wasn't that dumb, but he would have thought Wendy would overcome this and not back down from the pressure. Fine time for her to start giving in now. "Butters, I'm tired. I told you I've thought about every possible plan I could try now, and all of them wouldn't work. God doesn't want me to get what I want, even if he wasn't Saddam's bitch. Saddam probably has millions of guards at the palace ready to shoot us down if we went back there to get him. The soul takers club won't help us, the public won't wanna help me after they all get taken away, so what's left? You're supposed to be smart, you tell me what might work cause I don't have shit!"
"I got....aw geez. I really got nothing." Butters said although he was tempted to lie so Wendy would get off the couch- but once she found out he lied, she'd probably break some stuff over his head, so that option was out. So Wendy just stayed there and kept having no energy to move around that much. "I like to think I thought of everything since I got here. I double checked my entire plan and didn't let myself think that I might fail. I had to keep looking on the bright side so cynicism wouldn't get in the way of me finding Stan. But.....now that I've really got no options left, what's to stop me from giving in to it? I don't know why, neither do you, so why fight the inevitable anymore?"
"Wendy, I, I know that's how we should be thinking, but, but something tells me that we shouldn't leave it alone like this! Don't you still wanna see Stan again?!" That was the fuse Wendy's bottled up rage needed to blow up. It did so by making Wendy stand up and grab Butters by his shirt collar. "You Goddamm think I still don't want that?!! Why the fuck do you think I'm so Goddamm depressed if I don't wanna see him again, so don't tell me that shit!! I have an exhausted brain that's tired of thinking plans that won't work, but it can't even remember the one spell I need to see my boyfriend again! So don't push me with those lies, got it?!!"
Her anger and frustration after 10 hours of slowly realizing there was no hope left had broken through. But when she got herself to look closer at how fearful and sad Butters was after hearing that speech, the anger went away and the deep, dark depression returned to her with a vengence. Wendy sank back on the couch and turned her back so she didn't have to see him again and face how wrong she was to take this out on him. Hell, she didn't even have a reason to blame a little blame on him this time unlike at the party, he wasn't the one who lost her composure thanks to Saddam's tactics! She fucked up this time! Now as a result, she couldn't face Butters or anyone, or face that all her planning was for nothing- or that she killed her friend for nothing. But that was at least one thing she could fix.
"Butters, I want you to go back now. I'm sure I can at least get you back to life at the time I killed you. You don't need to be around for anymore of this, you still have a life to live. So let me at least give that to you now." Butters needed about 10 seconds to take that in, since Wendy was now offering him his trip back to Earth and to his live family and friends- but when he left, Wendy would be all alone in her harsh reality that she'd never see Stan again and nothing could be done. He still didn't want to accept that even though all the evidence said he had to. Finally he figured he couldn't leave on that much of a bad note. "No, Wendy. I don't wanna go yet."
Wendy still laid there with her back turned, so Butters went on with the explanation. "You're right, I don't know how to get Stan back and there might not be a way to do it. But, but I still don't wanna go away like that. When you died, I was the last person to see you alive but I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye. I wouldn't wanna leave you behind in a way that's just as tragic as that." A plan started to form in his head just then, which he spoke out loud right away. "I'll tell you what. Why don't we go out and try to have some kind of fun, since this is probably gonna be my last full day here! Maybe I can't get your mind off of losing Stan for good, but I want to try! That'll be a nice way to send me off, and maybe if we have enough fun, some kind of idea could pop up at the same time! I think it's worth a shot!" If Wendy thought so too, she was doing a good job of hiding it by not making a sound.
"Okay Wendy, I know that people might not like seeing you outside today after what happened. But that's a great reason to go out with me. Once I leave, you won't have anyone else here that'll wanna talk to you or cheer you up or care about how much you're suffering although you don't deserve any of it! You might as well try and enjoy yourself with a friend until then!" Butters waited and waited for Wendy to either agree or object or do something to answer him, but nothing came. But after a minute or two, she finally got up and said quietly, "Give me a minute to clean myself up."
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Once she got herself to look presentable, Wendy joined Butters outside as they just walked into the busy part of town and tried to do whatever they could to enjoy themselves. Fortunatly, no one around them said anything about yesterday or blamed them for making Saddam come here, because they were too afraid of being sent away. Saddam was still casting spells to send people to Purgatory, so any one of those people could be next. Therefore, if they were going to be taken away from Heaven forever, they wouldn't spend their last moments of joy getting in a fight with these kids. So things were actual more peaceful than Wendy expected- though there were a few tense moments after a few people literally faded away because Saddam sent them away from Heaven for good.
By the time it became night, Wendy's mood hadn't really changed all that much despite Butters best efforts. But then again, Butters tried to remember that there really wasn't anything here that could make her forget about yesterday. He felt so helpless now since no matter what he thought up, it couldn't erase her memories of how much she loved and missed Stan. However, he promised to do something that'd give her some brand of fun, so as a last resort, he asked for Wendy's remaining Heaven money and used it to let them in to the nicest resteraunt/lounge area in town. Perhaps a nice meal and some relaxation might make some impact.
A bunch of people were already there since, after all, they may be having their last meal before they'd be forced to eat scraps in Purgatory. So Wendy and Butters were going to have to wait a very long time to get a table for dinner. To pass the time, they found the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches to pass the time. None of them knew what else to do or say, or knew what, if anything, they should bring up in conversation. Finally Wendy noticed that there was an open bar nearby and two of the people sitting down to drink had just disappeared. Now that Saddam had struck again, she went over to one of the empty seats. Once Butters noticed that, he worried more than ever and ran over to stop her before she ordered something bad- she was too underage to drink, but it wasn't like drinking would give her health problems now. Not wanting to take chances, he sat down next to her quickly. "Wendy, you don't gotta get drunk to have a good time and feel better! I know I've sucked at trying to cheer you up, but you don't gotta drown yourself in beer because I suck! What would you know who say?!"
"Bartender, can I have two glasses of root beer?" After Wendy gave out her real order, Butters found himself able to calm down. And in fact, the root beer she ordered for the both of them wasn't that bad at all. At least it calmed Wendy down enough to talk a bit. "You didn't have to make such a scene, I may be depressed but I'm not that hopeless to start drinking."
"Sorry, I didn't know that. I mean, you seem ready to give up and that's not like you, so who knows what else you could have been capable of?" Butters pointed out.
"Look, it's not that I gave up, it's just....I wouldn't feel like I was ready to give up if I didn't think of everything imaginable I could do to get him back, and I told you I did that for 10 straight hours. Nothing seems feasible after what happened yesterday." Wendy sighed in her renewed frustation. "When that kind of crap happens, you can't help but think about the future. That I may be stuck here in this impressive but overrated Heaven without the man I love for all eternity. How can you possible look forward to living like that for centuries, especially knowing that it could have been so different if Saddam didn't get to me? How?"
"I don't know, I'm no smarter about that than you are. But, well....it's not like you haven't overcome the odds before!" Now Butters finally saw an opportunity to boost Wendy's ego, by reminding her of her far more steller accomplishments on Earth. "I'm sure you thought it was impossible that Stan could love you and stop throwing up after the aging incident, but he did! I'm sure no one thought you could stop being a controlling bitch, but you did! And hell, it was downright impossible to think you'd see him again after going to jail, but you got out and saw him for 8 straight years! And you did all that when you were 9 years old, no one could probably do that if they were 29 or some other old age with a 9 in it!"
"How does the past help me that much now?"
"Wendy, you've always been one of the bravest and strongest people I know. Look, Miss Ellen said that if you were so evil to get rid of her 10 years ago, you'd be more evil now since you were older. That's not true, but if it's possible to think you'd be more evil when you're older, you gotta assume that you could be even more brave and strong than you were 10 years ago, and that would be something! So if you could beat the odds back then, why can't you do it now?" Wendy took some time to try and think of why it couldn't be done like Butters said, and although she knew it couldn't, this time the feeling wasn't of such doom and gloom. Some confidence was there too.
"Maybe that's something. I never liked giving up on anything just like that when I was alive. But it could take me months or years or decades to come up with a plan as good as the last one! But....what else am I gonna do here?" That was probably the best vote of confidence in herself that Wendy could come up with, so Butters stayed quiet to let her come to terms with that. Instead she went off on another topic of conversation.
"You know Butters, this is one of the things I missed before I got you here. When I was at my low points when I first got here, there wasn't anyone to cheer me up. I knew no one here and all of my closest friends and family were gone." Wendy sank back down in her seat a little with this newest form of sadness. "It's not just Stan I miss up here. I miss my Mom. There were a lot of times I could have used her here to calm me down when I had nightmares about the whole thing. I miss Bebe too, it's really no fun here without Stan or a best friend like her to fill in the gap. I miss Kyle and I miss Kenny and even Cartman too.....I never would admit that I always had so much fun tearing him apart whenever he called me a hippie bitch. I miss Chef and the other boys and the other adults and....." Wendy brought herself to catch her breath and to look right at Butters as she finished her talk. "And until I came to your room that night, I really missed you too."
Before Butters got tempted to cry a little, he swore himself to ask a question he'd really been having a hard time figuring out. "You missed me and all those other people, and yet you chose to kill me and make me your helper. Why? It didn't matter who you took to get in the soul takers club, so you could have picked Bebe or Kyle or your mom or anyone else from Earth. Why did you pick me instead?"
"Because I knew I could count on you to do everything you could to help me....and to pick me up if things got real bad, like you're doing right now." And for the first time in the entire last day and a half, Wendy made her mouth move to form a small smile. "There really isn't anything that can make me forget about what's happened or really cheer me up, but you've tried your dammdest to do it. And, well, although this isn't gonna get me to forget about how bad things are, I really can't tell you how much I appreciate you trying and going all out for me. So thank you. At least for a few days I had the help of a real friend before I spent the next few decades by myself with no one I know."
"Well, uh, I'm sure Bebe and the others will be dead faster than that! And once people stop being mad at you and start getting to know the real you, they'll wanna be your friends too. That sort of thing happened to you on Earth, why can't it happen here?"
Now that Butters finally ran out of nice and optimistic things to say, he went back to drinking the last few drops of his root beer. As for Wendy, she had indeed told the truth about how she was feeling now- nothing could erase the lonelyness and sadness she would feel without Stan, but for this one night, she felt a little less overwhelmed by the darkness because someone was there with her. Someone who understood her emotions and wanted to do whatever he could to make her feel safe and a bit better. And at that moment, for the first time since she arrived in Heaven, Wendy felt safe and relaxed, if only for a brief time before reality set back in. But until reality came back, she could spend her time thinking that if she got back down again, Butters would do his best to think of something to say or do to lift her up....like Stan always did in the good old days.
Butters was no Stan and he never would be, but next to Stan he was the most sweet, compassionate, and admittingly cute boy Wendy had ever known. And even though the moment was tarnished because Stan couldn't be there for her in her darkest time of need, she was very happy that Butters was the person who was taking his place instead.
With those thoughts, Wendy felt relief and relaxation for the first time all day, and she kept that feeling after a table became avaliable for her and Butters and they finally went off to have their meal.
That could very well have been Wendy's first words after she and Butters got sent back to their home. But although it came close, that saying didn't come from her. It came from Stan. In Purgatory, the word had gotten out that Saddam had left for the day to see God and get spells that would transport people from Heaven to Purgatory and back. Word also got out that the book had been stolen by Butters and Wendy because they wanted to come here to get Stan out. And then Stan heard about how they had failed and had lost their one chance to rescue him. Hence the yelling and cursing at Saddam for stopping their plans.
As Saddam promised, he was staying in Heaven until tomorrow night so he could send souls here in Purgatory- and indeed, people originally from Heaven were popping in by the hour. Saddam left his Imperial Army in charge to keep the people in line and to "help" the new souls adjust to their new home. They didn't need to use Stan to show the newcomers how bad they would suffer if they stepped out of line, so Stan just got to sit by himself during all the madness and think. As usual, his thoughts were on Wendy, but this time his thoughts about her were a little different.
Wendy had defied God to get back to him. Wendy had taken on the Creator of everything in existance and fought Him and Saddam himself to reunite with him. She had even gotten Butters to be brave enough to help her in the quest- he would have expected Butters to turn and run when Wendy wanted to kill him in the first place. But he didn't, and their efforts came so close to succeeding if the reports were right- Saddam just outfoxed Wendy at the last moment. And now God was punishing her for it by making her forget the spells she had learned and made sure she'd never be able to come back here now. But if just a thing or two had gone a little different, he could be seeing her right now at long last. Yet now it looked like it was all over.
But Stan had been thinking it was over for months, and during that time, Wendy had fought the powers that be endlessly to prove that it wasn't. And what had he done? Put up with Saddam's madness and let himself get forced into female rape.
Now Stan not only felt sad, he felt pathetic. All he had done during his stay here was moan and cry over losing Wendy, and in between that time Saddam had his fun tormenting him. It was natural to assume that Wendy had done her share of moping and crying as well, but she had, unlike Stan, overcome it to do something productive. She hadn't given up on him and, like she did once before, she killed someone to get back together with him. Only this time it was for good intentions so she'd have some backup on her mission, and it almost worked. That was what Wendy had done over 4 months, and at the risk of being very repetative, what had Stan done?! Nothing.
Stan was far too smart and too brave in his first life to take all this lying down now. He always knew that, yet he couldn't find a way to fight back against Saddam or this whole unfair situation. He would have rather lay on his back on ground with lava below it than get up off his ass and do something. But now that couldn't take place anymore. If Wendy could fight back against impossible odds and almost succeed, why couldn't Stan fight against impossible odds and finish what she started?! There really didn't seem to be a good reason not to other than Saddam, and he would be gone for one more day....
And with that, Stan officially decided to get up off his ass and get in the game. Saddam was gone for now, and he was gonna find some way to take advantage of it....one way or another.
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"Fuck!! Fucking King of the Universe fucking me over instead of that Iraqi gaywad!!"
And in contrast, that was Wendy's first reaction when she got sent back home. However, unlike Stan, her mood and determination did not increase when the dust settled. For the rest of the day, Butters and Wendy tried to brainwash some solutions to the problem, but nothing worked. God would certainly not listen to them now, Saddam had the book and was using it to enslave people of his choosing, Grandpa Marsh followed through with God's order and banned them both from the soul takers club, and no one else would tell them what those two damm Purgatory spells were. In fact, no one would talk to them period. Even though Saddam's identity as the Purgatory dictator had been revealed, he had also used his new fame to tell everyone that he wouldn't be taking souls to Purgatory if Wendy didn't piss him off so much. So by the time the day ended and the night passed, people were too scared of being taken away by Saddam that they couldn't help but blame Wendy.
By the time the sun rose on the next day, everyone in Heaven was in a panic because at any moment, they could pop out of sight and into Purgatory thanks to Saddam casting a spell on them from God's palace. Practically the only people not scared of being sent away were Butters and Wendy, and that was only because they had already been robbed and screwed over by the Iraqi and his puppet. As a result, there seemed to be no hope left. No solutions presented themselves, no one would help them after the events of today, and Saddam would probably be inspired to torture Stan more than ever when he got back. What other happier ways were there to look at this thing?
As the morning began, Butters got out of his bed after only a few hours of sleep. But at least he had been able to get to his bed, as when he got downstairs, he saw that Wendy hadn't even gotten up from her couch. Her eyes were slightly open yet she looked too out of it to go to sleep, and she looked like she would fall from the couch if she moved- yet that probably wouldn't snap her out of this either. Butters approached her with some trepidation, since the slighest wrong thing said might set her off in her fury and pain....which was exactly why he and everyone else wouldn't go near Stan after his death, and look how that turned out. So with that in mind, he had no idea how to approach her, but he had to do it anyway.
"Wendy? Are you gonna get up and get ready for today?"
"Why?", Wendy asked in a voice that was far from sounding eager to get up or do anything of the kind. "I'm starting to get comfy here. I spent 10 hours straight thinking of any possible way to find Stan, and I got nothing. Now I'm so worn out and ready to give up that I just wanna take a load off here for a while. It's not like anyone wants to talk to me now anyway."
"Give up? But, but you're a genius and you need to see Stan more than anything, what's with the give up talk all of a sudden?!" Butters knew very well why things were hopeless since he wasn't that dumb, but he would have thought Wendy would overcome this and not back down from the pressure. Fine time for her to start giving in now. "Butters, I'm tired. I told you I've thought about every possible plan I could try now, and all of them wouldn't work. God doesn't want me to get what I want, even if he wasn't Saddam's bitch. Saddam probably has millions of guards at the palace ready to shoot us down if we went back there to get him. The soul takers club won't help us, the public won't wanna help me after they all get taken away, so what's left? You're supposed to be smart, you tell me what might work cause I don't have shit!"
"I got....aw geez. I really got nothing." Butters said although he was tempted to lie so Wendy would get off the couch- but once she found out he lied, she'd probably break some stuff over his head, so that option was out. So Wendy just stayed there and kept having no energy to move around that much. "I like to think I thought of everything since I got here. I double checked my entire plan and didn't let myself think that I might fail. I had to keep looking on the bright side so cynicism wouldn't get in the way of me finding Stan. But.....now that I've really got no options left, what's to stop me from giving in to it? I don't know why, neither do you, so why fight the inevitable anymore?"
"Wendy, I, I know that's how we should be thinking, but, but something tells me that we shouldn't leave it alone like this! Don't you still wanna see Stan again?!" That was the fuse Wendy's bottled up rage needed to blow up. It did so by making Wendy stand up and grab Butters by his shirt collar. "You Goddamm think I still don't want that?!! Why the fuck do you think I'm so Goddamm depressed if I don't wanna see him again, so don't tell me that shit!! I have an exhausted brain that's tired of thinking plans that won't work, but it can't even remember the one spell I need to see my boyfriend again! So don't push me with those lies, got it?!!"
Her anger and frustration after 10 hours of slowly realizing there was no hope left had broken through. But when she got herself to look closer at how fearful and sad Butters was after hearing that speech, the anger went away and the deep, dark depression returned to her with a vengence. Wendy sank back on the couch and turned her back so she didn't have to see him again and face how wrong she was to take this out on him. Hell, she didn't even have a reason to blame a little blame on him this time unlike at the party, he wasn't the one who lost her composure thanks to Saddam's tactics! She fucked up this time! Now as a result, she couldn't face Butters or anyone, or face that all her planning was for nothing- or that she killed her friend for nothing. But that was at least one thing she could fix.
"Butters, I want you to go back now. I'm sure I can at least get you back to life at the time I killed you. You don't need to be around for anymore of this, you still have a life to live. So let me at least give that to you now." Butters needed about 10 seconds to take that in, since Wendy was now offering him his trip back to Earth and to his live family and friends- but when he left, Wendy would be all alone in her harsh reality that she'd never see Stan again and nothing could be done. He still didn't want to accept that even though all the evidence said he had to. Finally he figured he couldn't leave on that much of a bad note. "No, Wendy. I don't wanna go yet."
Wendy still laid there with her back turned, so Butters went on with the explanation. "You're right, I don't know how to get Stan back and there might not be a way to do it. But, but I still don't wanna go away like that. When you died, I was the last person to see you alive but I didn't even get to say a proper goodbye. I wouldn't wanna leave you behind in a way that's just as tragic as that." A plan started to form in his head just then, which he spoke out loud right away. "I'll tell you what. Why don't we go out and try to have some kind of fun, since this is probably gonna be my last full day here! Maybe I can't get your mind off of losing Stan for good, but I want to try! That'll be a nice way to send me off, and maybe if we have enough fun, some kind of idea could pop up at the same time! I think it's worth a shot!" If Wendy thought so too, she was doing a good job of hiding it by not making a sound.
"Okay Wendy, I know that people might not like seeing you outside today after what happened. But that's a great reason to go out with me. Once I leave, you won't have anyone else here that'll wanna talk to you or cheer you up or care about how much you're suffering although you don't deserve any of it! You might as well try and enjoy yourself with a friend until then!" Butters waited and waited for Wendy to either agree or object or do something to answer him, but nothing came. But after a minute or two, she finally got up and said quietly, "Give me a minute to clean myself up."
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Once she got herself to look presentable, Wendy joined Butters outside as they just walked into the busy part of town and tried to do whatever they could to enjoy themselves. Fortunatly, no one around them said anything about yesterday or blamed them for making Saddam come here, because they were too afraid of being sent away. Saddam was still casting spells to send people to Purgatory, so any one of those people could be next. Therefore, if they were going to be taken away from Heaven forever, they wouldn't spend their last moments of joy getting in a fight with these kids. So things were actual more peaceful than Wendy expected- though there were a few tense moments after a few people literally faded away because Saddam sent them away from Heaven for good.
By the time it became night, Wendy's mood hadn't really changed all that much despite Butters best efforts. But then again, Butters tried to remember that there really wasn't anything here that could make her forget about yesterday. He felt so helpless now since no matter what he thought up, it couldn't erase her memories of how much she loved and missed Stan. However, he promised to do something that'd give her some brand of fun, so as a last resort, he asked for Wendy's remaining Heaven money and used it to let them in to the nicest resteraunt/lounge area in town. Perhaps a nice meal and some relaxation might make some impact.
A bunch of people were already there since, after all, they may be having their last meal before they'd be forced to eat scraps in Purgatory. So Wendy and Butters were going to have to wait a very long time to get a table for dinner. To pass the time, they found the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches to pass the time. None of them knew what else to do or say, or knew what, if anything, they should bring up in conversation. Finally Wendy noticed that there was an open bar nearby and two of the people sitting down to drink had just disappeared. Now that Saddam had struck again, she went over to one of the empty seats. Once Butters noticed that, he worried more than ever and ran over to stop her before she ordered something bad- she was too underage to drink, but it wasn't like drinking would give her health problems now. Not wanting to take chances, he sat down next to her quickly. "Wendy, you don't gotta get drunk to have a good time and feel better! I know I've sucked at trying to cheer you up, but you don't gotta drown yourself in beer because I suck! What would you know who say?!"
"Bartender, can I have two glasses of root beer?" After Wendy gave out her real order, Butters found himself able to calm down. And in fact, the root beer she ordered for the both of them wasn't that bad at all. At least it calmed Wendy down enough to talk a bit. "You didn't have to make such a scene, I may be depressed but I'm not that hopeless to start drinking."
"Sorry, I didn't know that. I mean, you seem ready to give up and that's not like you, so who knows what else you could have been capable of?" Butters pointed out.
"Look, it's not that I gave up, it's just....I wouldn't feel like I was ready to give up if I didn't think of everything imaginable I could do to get him back, and I told you I did that for 10 straight hours. Nothing seems feasible after what happened yesterday." Wendy sighed in her renewed frustation. "When that kind of crap happens, you can't help but think about the future. That I may be stuck here in this impressive but overrated Heaven without the man I love for all eternity. How can you possible look forward to living like that for centuries, especially knowing that it could have been so different if Saddam didn't get to me? How?"
"I don't know, I'm no smarter about that than you are. But, well....it's not like you haven't overcome the odds before!" Now Butters finally saw an opportunity to boost Wendy's ego, by reminding her of her far more steller accomplishments on Earth. "I'm sure you thought it was impossible that Stan could love you and stop throwing up after the aging incident, but he did! I'm sure no one thought you could stop being a controlling bitch, but you did! And hell, it was downright impossible to think you'd see him again after going to jail, but you got out and saw him for 8 straight years! And you did all that when you were 9 years old, no one could probably do that if they were 29 or some other old age with a 9 in it!"
"How does the past help me that much now?"
"Wendy, you've always been one of the bravest and strongest people I know. Look, Miss Ellen said that if you were so evil to get rid of her 10 years ago, you'd be more evil now since you were older. That's not true, but if it's possible to think you'd be more evil when you're older, you gotta assume that you could be even more brave and strong than you were 10 years ago, and that would be something! So if you could beat the odds back then, why can't you do it now?" Wendy took some time to try and think of why it couldn't be done like Butters said, and although she knew it couldn't, this time the feeling wasn't of such doom and gloom. Some confidence was there too.
"Maybe that's something. I never liked giving up on anything just like that when I was alive. But it could take me months or years or decades to come up with a plan as good as the last one! But....what else am I gonna do here?" That was probably the best vote of confidence in herself that Wendy could come up with, so Butters stayed quiet to let her come to terms with that. Instead she went off on another topic of conversation.
"You know Butters, this is one of the things I missed before I got you here. When I was at my low points when I first got here, there wasn't anyone to cheer me up. I knew no one here and all of my closest friends and family were gone." Wendy sank back down in her seat a little with this newest form of sadness. "It's not just Stan I miss up here. I miss my Mom. There were a lot of times I could have used her here to calm me down when I had nightmares about the whole thing. I miss Bebe too, it's really no fun here without Stan or a best friend like her to fill in the gap. I miss Kyle and I miss Kenny and even Cartman too.....I never would admit that I always had so much fun tearing him apart whenever he called me a hippie bitch. I miss Chef and the other boys and the other adults and....." Wendy brought herself to catch her breath and to look right at Butters as she finished her talk. "And until I came to your room that night, I really missed you too."
Before Butters got tempted to cry a little, he swore himself to ask a question he'd really been having a hard time figuring out. "You missed me and all those other people, and yet you chose to kill me and make me your helper. Why? It didn't matter who you took to get in the soul takers club, so you could have picked Bebe or Kyle or your mom or anyone else from Earth. Why did you pick me instead?"
"Because I knew I could count on you to do everything you could to help me....and to pick me up if things got real bad, like you're doing right now." And for the first time in the entire last day and a half, Wendy made her mouth move to form a small smile. "There really isn't anything that can make me forget about what's happened or really cheer me up, but you've tried your dammdest to do it. And, well, although this isn't gonna get me to forget about how bad things are, I really can't tell you how much I appreciate you trying and going all out for me. So thank you. At least for a few days I had the help of a real friend before I spent the next few decades by myself with no one I know."
"Well, uh, I'm sure Bebe and the others will be dead faster than that! And once people stop being mad at you and start getting to know the real you, they'll wanna be your friends too. That sort of thing happened to you on Earth, why can't it happen here?"
Now that Butters finally ran out of nice and optimistic things to say, he went back to drinking the last few drops of his root beer. As for Wendy, she had indeed told the truth about how she was feeling now- nothing could erase the lonelyness and sadness she would feel without Stan, but for this one night, she felt a little less overwhelmed by the darkness because someone was there with her. Someone who understood her emotions and wanted to do whatever he could to make her feel safe and a bit better. And at that moment, for the first time since she arrived in Heaven, Wendy felt safe and relaxed, if only for a brief time before reality set back in. But until reality came back, she could spend her time thinking that if she got back down again, Butters would do his best to think of something to say or do to lift her up....like Stan always did in the good old days.
Butters was no Stan and he never would be, but next to Stan he was the most sweet, compassionate, and admittingly cute boy Wendy had ever known. And even though the moment was tarnished because Stan couldn't be there for her in her darkest time of need, she was very happy that Butters was the person who was taking his place instead.
With those thoughts, Wendy felt relief and relaxation for the first time all day, and she kept that feeling after a table became avaliable for her and Butters and they finally went off to have their meal.