Note all this stuff is indeed horrible and is NO way to treat a child!
With lightning speed. Butters was grabbed by the arm and pulled into the house.
His grandmother was smirking at him maliciously, looking like she was going to wrestle him down.
"H-hey granny." Butters whimpered nervously. "So what have you been up to?"
"You think this is a game, huh Captain Pussy." Granny Stotch smirked. "Well this is war little man. And you're dead meat."
"W-what?" Butters whimpered.
"Today, is...Punishment day!"
"No..." Butters gasped. "Not a punishment day...anything but a punishment day, please Granny." His parents would always ground him, but they would NEVER go as far as giving him a Punishment day.
"Well sucks to be you," she laughed wickedly. "First Punishment," she grabbed Butters by the shirt, "Smashing you through a window."
She slammed him through the front window smashing through it in one hit.
Butters was groaning weakly, his face covered in cuts, a glass shard piercing his right nostril.
Granny Stotch snickered quietly until she noticed two people staring at her...Isla and Brimmy.
Isla had her hands over her mouth as if she was about to release a scream while Brimmy had a hand in front of his girlfriend yet he had a terrified look of his own.
"Uhhhh, we were just playing Airplane and I was a little too forceful at one point...sorry Butters." she chuckled nervously hoping those two kids would buy the bluff.
They scurried off uneasy until they were out of sight.
She then turned to Butters.
"Second Punishment, throwing darts at you," she tied Butters to a dart board and held some razor sharp darts."
Butter's eyes widened in horror.
His grandma started throwing the darts at him, Butters had to squirm and shake his body to avoid getting pricked by them. With one final dart nearly slicing off the top of his hair.
"Third Punishment, riding you like a sled down the stairs, she picked Butters up, walked him up the stairs, set him down and sat on his back.
"And a one...two...three...PUSH!" she pushed off the stairs gleefuly listening to Butters' screaming as he was forced to carry her weight down the staircase."
She got off of Butters and looked down at him. He was winded with all the air knocked out of him. His bones were nearly crushed. He was panting rapidly.
"I guess we can take a break..." she smiled as she walked into the kitchen with Butters. SHe pulled out a giant, juicy Turkey the Stotches had left for them. "This will me a perfect dinner."
"Yeah," Butters sighed. "Let's dig in Granny."
"Oh no," she retorted. "I didn't say it was for you," she walked over to the trash and emptied it all over the floor. "This is for you, Fourth Punishment, eating all this garbage for dinner. Now get eating!"
Butters sound only sob in sadness as he scarfed down the garbage...starting with the sports sections.
After one long agonizing hour, Butters was finished,
Then Grandma Stotch said. "No go to your room, it's bed time!"
"But it's only 5:30!" Butters complained. "And I didn't even have dessert!"
"Tough, little pussy!" she retorted "Unless you want to get in even more trouble I suggest you get your gay little ass to bed, and if I hear you get out of bed, I will give you Ten Thousand Gummi-bears!"
"NO!" Butters gasped. "Not gummy bears, OK, OK. I'm going to bed granny, just don't give me gummy bears." with that he scurried up the top floor and his room. But to his shock he noticed bars on all the windows on his room.
Running to the bathroom he saw bars on that window as well. Same with his parents room. All except his grandma's room.
WHat the hell?
"Like it?"
Butters wheeled around and saw his smirking grandma.
"Why are there bars on the windows?" he exclaimed.
"I'm just going to make sure you don't escape and nark on me, otherwise I'm gonna put a lot of nark cakes in your mouth. Now go to bed before I give you a swirly in the clogged toilet."
Butters screamed and ran to his room slamming the door and locking it behind him.
He jumped into bed and hid under the covers.
How the hell was he going to survive one week with this?
The next morning Butters set his arm for 6:00, that way he could be out of the house before his Grandma woke up.
He was quick to bolt out the door after grabbing his things and only a handful of cereal to eat.
The sun was rising over the town, he may have survived one night but how was he going to survive anymore.
He curled up by the bus stop and waiting patently for the bus to arrive to take him to school.
A few minutes later, he heard the bus pull up and he climbed aboard.
To his shock however, all the students on the bus were looking at him all worried.
Some had their hands over their mouths, others were trembling and the rest looked a bit pitying.
"Is everything OK, fellers?" he asked.
They didn't respond, they just kept their nervous looks frozen on him.
Eventually Butters gave up and just sat down trying his best to ignore the looks from his fellow classmates.
At school the students around the hallways were stopping to look at him.
Ashley was writing in a Book with an intricate design with Nate peering over her shoulder when the latter tapped it for her to see Butters, she dropped her otherworldly-design journal to gasp in pity.
Louis was Presenting Theresa with a handmade scarf when he dropped it upon noticing Butters.
Butters frowned. He remembered seeing Isla and Brimmy walk by his house yesterday, chances were, they told their friends.
He saw Tweek, Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny standing in front of him.
"H-hey fellas?" Butters whimpered.
"Butters what happened to you last night?" asked Stan.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked.
"Brimmy told Louis who told Douglas, who told Luke Covina, who told Gregory who told DogPoo who told Daniel-" Kyle said.
"OK, I get it!" Butters snapped. "And I'm fine! Really!"
"Butters your grandmother slammed you through a window last night. Do you know how serious that is?" Stan asked.
"She was just playing rough with me, that's all," Butters nervously shook.
"(I don't know man)," Kenny spoke. "(She was laughing after she did that, Brimmy said it froze Isla up so much that she had to be taken to therapy, and she wasn't the one getting tortured!)"
"Look, I get that you're nervous about me." Butters responded, "But I can't have any of that right now," he looked around nervously and saw his Grandmother outside the school window raising her fist up to him in anger. He blinked his eyes and she was gone. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta get to class." He stormed off past them in uncharacteristic anger.
"Is Butters going to be OK" Cartman asked.
"Look who the fuck's talking!" Tweek screeched.
Butters was bombarded with nervous looks all through the day.
Every one would not give him some space.
He hoped this wouldn't escalate into something over dramatic.
In Mr. Garrison's classroom, he was busy explaining the multiplication tables to the group.
"Butters," he said. "Would you like to write on the board what 10 times 10 is?"
Butters got up from his desk and started to walk forward...only to trip and fall, eliciting gasps from the entire class.
"Quick! Call his parents!" Annie shouted.
"Put this on!" Token threw a blanket over Butters
Stan and Wendy rushed over to the boy once Token saw to it he was secure.
"It's going to be OK Butters." Wendy soothed, "We got this under control."
"Just sit down and rest, champ." Stan encouraged.
"I can't get hold of his parents!" Kyle complained. "It says I have to pay some sort of long-distance toll to call them."
"Red, call an ambulance!" Kevin cried.
"But they're not answering." Red complained.
"Sophie, call the fire department!" Scott screamed.
"How would the fire department be useful in a situation like this, Scott?" Sophie asked. "I think we should get him to the Nurse's office ASAP and then we can-
"STOP ITTTTTTTT!"
All students turned to Butters who shouted at them.
"This has gone on too far! I get you're all worried about me, but I'm fine! I don't need you all doting on me and giving me what my parents never do. Now If you'll excuse me. I will take myself to the nurses office." He shook off the blanket and walked out the door and started down the hall when he stopped and said aloud.
"And I don't need you watching over my shoulder either!"
The students drew their heads back inside.
"Geez," said Mr. Garrison. "What happened, y'all have an orgy with Butters last night?"
Butters walked home completely covered in shame and annoyance.
It was bad enough he was being tortured by his grandmother, now his friends were smothering him because they witnessed an injury from a serious person.
Maybe once the week was over and everything settled down, he could finally have a sense of normalcy.
He arrived at his house prepared to brace his Grandmother's wrath when he saw her standing outside.
"Hello, Granny." He stammered.
"Well hello, Captain Pussy." she smirked. "I didn't see you get up, so I decided to surprise you when you got back."
"With what?" Butters whimpered.
"Well, you just have to open the door and see for yourself." She smirked.
Butters hesitantly walked towards the door and opened it, expecting some sort of pie in the face or a bucket of water to fall onto him.
No. What he saw was a thousand times worse than that.
It was a White Tiger, chained to the railing it was sneering wildly.
Its eyes locked onto Butters and they narrowed viciously.
Butters began to back away in fear as it started to shake its chain at him.
Its roaring grew louder and louder it was stretching towards him.
Eventually, the chain broke and it was charging at him.
Butters screamed and ran.