AN: Thanks goes out to Bluflash Leela's tears, Mr. Baka, I Cum Blood, Vivi314, Jean19, Ashley Red, and Vcorrigan! I can't believe you guys like it! This on'e kind of short...but I'm trying to update fast! Well, here's chapter 2, so please read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 2, A.K.A. Butters Goes Crazy

It was a dark, spooky, gloomy, mildly unpleasant night in South Park. Storm clouds rolled overhead, and thunder rumbled in the pitch-black sky. It seemed the weather reflected the emotions of young Leopold "Butters" Scotch.

Readers roll their eyes at the over-exposed line

He was running through Starks Pond, trying desperately to dodge the rain. He tripped and stumbled on the ground, for you see, he lost his shoes. Oh, why oh why did he agree to play strip poker with Eric? Those were his favorite shoes! At least he got his shirt back…

He tripped and landed on his face, and a drip of blood fell from his arm. It was scraped!

Now comes the time when the authoress over-exaggerates his small wound into an angsty monologue

He screamed in pain. His arm! It was so…painful! Hopefully his parents would comfort him, and understand his massive wound was the reason for his late arrival at home.

We know that is not true. His parents are mean, heartless creatures who sexually abuse him and force him to sell body parts in the fanfiction world

He managed to pick himself up and stumbled home, looking forward to his parents presenting him with a cup of hot chocolate, and perhaps have his mother read him a bed-time story, even though he was 16.

As he opened the door, his father was standing there, looking extremely displeased. Behind his father, his mother was on the couch, watching TV.

"Butters, where the Sam Hill were you? You were supposed to be home three hours ago."

"B-but Dad, I tripped and fell and acquired this gaping wound on my arm! See?" He waved his arm in his father's face, to show him how dreadful the scrape actually was.

His father wasn't impressed by his injury (Gasp!) and pointed upstairs. "Butters, you are grounded tomorrow night!"

Butters gasped and his eyes bugged out. "Surely you're joking!" His father glared.

"No more excuses! Go to bed! Now!" Butters trudged up the stairs, and glared at his father.

"You'll be sorry," he whispered.

Readers know Butters is being a Drama Queen, and the authoress is over-reacting, but they continue to read. Surely some logic is up ahead? They have no idea how wrong they are

Rain started pouring from the sky, and the Blonde boy's frame was illuminated on his bed as lightning flashed. His eyes were open, and he stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.

The readers all know what is going through his head: Angst. Senseless, pointless angst

He sat up, and went to his closet, mumbling to himself. "They think they can unjustly punish me? Well, they're wrong! Dead wrong! Bwahahaha!"

Readers do not laugh at the lame pun. They don't even chuckle

Butters reached in the far corners of the closet, and pulled out a large boon rifle, three smoke bombs, an AK 47, a switchblade knife, a butcher knife, a sniper gun, and eighteen grenades.

Readers wonder why they are suddenly in The Moles closet

Butters somehow manages to drag all of those weapons down the stairs, because we know he secretly works out and is extremely buff and muscular. Then, for absolutely no rational reason, he starts mutilating his parents. You can be sure the next paragraphs would depict the gruesome scene in a way that causes us to be on Butters side, even though he's a heartless killing machine.

After killing his parents, he quickly escaped from the house, but he could have taken his time if he wanted, because we now no one would call the police, even though the murder was quite noisy.

You can be sure that Butters ran through South Park and killed Cartman, Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Craig, Pip, Clyde, Token, Tweek, Bebe, Mr. Garrison, Chef, Principal Victoria, and everyone's parents. He then became extremely depressed that no one was left in South Park, and he killed himself. South Park then becomes a ghost town, and little children are told stories about its former glory. A Coke-A-Cola factory is built there.

What did you guys think? I'm thinking of doing the "Pip goes Goth in order to win over Damien" parody next, or maybe the "Kyle and Wendy fight over Stan" one (thanks for that one Jean19) but I might do something else if inspiration strikes. Anyway, please review, even if you just say, "I like it." All ideas are appreciated, too. You have no idea how much I appreciate your reviews! Thanks!