Yeesh I'm not dead I've just been busy with a bunch of stuff.

Butters carefully crept up the steps to his house. He looked through the window to make sure there were no more surprises.

The interior was dark as the light was off.

Upon seeing the coast was clear he slowly turned the door handle and crept in...when he felt his foot step on something soft.

He picked up the soft lump and carried it outside to the moonlight...and dropped it in horror.

It was his teddy bear from Build-a-Bear...or rather what was left of it.

The seams were all cut open, the glass eyes were gouged out he could even make out what appeared to be saliva on the corners.

Written on the tummy...in permanent ink were the words "NO ESCAPE"

Butters felt his stomach churn. He was just so disgusted with his grandmother right now. He couldn't take another night up in his room waiting on a miracle to save him from his tyrannic grandmother. He wanted his parents home. Now.

He walked upstairs and curled up out in bed cuddling the remains of his bear. Trying his best to ignore the tears pouring down his face as he drifted off to sleep.

Butters awoke the next morning and decided to get out of the house before his grandmother woke up.

He carefully opened his door and tried to creep out when suddenly

CRASH

He was nearly hit with a bucket that was standing on top of his door except there wasn't water in it. It was solid ice that nearly crushed his head.

Trying to get that out of his head he tried to sneak down the stairs when he saw a rope tied between the stair poles. Almost as an intent to trip him.

Rolling his eyes he tried to step over the rope...and stepped on a stick of butter.

Butters screamed as he slipped down the stairs and fell face first in the wall.

He brushed himself together and walked into the kitchen. He opened the pantry and in his shock. He saw the whole thing was disorganized from alphabetical order. To make matters worse there was a note on the front of the door that said "Butters Did it."

Butters just slid against the door. His grandmother was out for his blood. He was so cooked. He wasn't even going to last one weeks with her. And even if he did, his parents would ground him and just make his life hell from the mess she created.

"Dear god, someone help me." He whispered.

After another long day. Butters was slinking home on the sidewalk. He decided to take the long way home so he wouldn't have to deal with his granny too soon. It was then that he heard a horn honking. He looked up and saw a car pulling up near him. The next thing he knew there was a flash of blue and he was being hugged intensly.

"Butters, there you are! I missed you so much!" He looked at the hugger and saw her to be Charlotte.

"C-Charlotte!" he exclaimed. Immediately forgetting about his current predicament he embrace her back.

"How have you been?" she asked joyfully,

"I...I've been doing all right," he lied. "Just living my life."

"So have I," the Canadian girl replied. "It's been a while since I've seen this country, is the Ice cream place still here?"

"I think so," Butters replied. "But I'm not really in the mood for Ice Cream at the moment,"

Charlotte hesitated for a bit and then said. "Well that's fine. We can go over to your house, and I can meet your parents."

"My parents are out of town," Butters responded. "I'm staying with my grandma and-"

"Oh! Maybe I can see your Grandma!" Charlotte exclaimed. "How is she? I bet she's nice and bakes you cookies."

Butters just nodded to his girlfriend. Not wanting to tell her what he had been through for the past two days.

"Well what are we waiting for!? Let's go!" she grabbed Butters by the arm and before he knew it. He was being swept down the road.

They walked until they approached Butters' house. Charlotte knocked on the door and she saw it open.

"Oh! Hello there, dear who are you?"

"I'm Charlotte. I'm Butters' girlfriend from Canada."

"Canada? But I thought that was nuked." exclaimed Granny Stotch.

"It was, my entire family spent six months confined in a hospital but now I'm here to visit my boyfriend right now. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Well, then. Come on inside, I baked croquembouche."

"Yippee!" Come on Butters, Let's go inside!" Charlotte hurried on inside, with Butters slumping behind her, not noticing the wicked grin on his Granny's face.

The croquembouche were all laid out on the table before them.

"Mmmm, these look tasty." Charlotte grinned. "Thanks for making them Mrs. Stotch.

"You're welcome sweetie," she smiled. "No go help yourself to as many as you need. You can even bring some home to your family."

Charlotte smiled as she grabbed a croquembouche. Butters started to get nervous.

"Charlotte!" He exclaimed. "Wait, don't eat that."

"Butters?" she asked. "Why not?"

"Because...I...I.." He stammered.

Charlotte put the croquembouche down. "It's all right, Butters I understand. I won't eat that croquembouche." she then grabbed another one. "I'll eat this one instead!" and then took a bite out of it.

Butters cringed horrified at the sight of his girlfriend becoming an unwitting guinea pig to one of his Grandmother's recipes of torture.

What did she do? Use salt instead of sugar? Dunk them in vinegar? Spike them with Laxatives?

Charlotte swallowed her croquembouche...and then fell PLOP! face down on the table.

Alcohol...of course. Butters thought.

His field of vision shifted to take in the sadistic grin his grandmother bore on her face.

"Well, that didn't go as expected as I thought but now that she's out of the way. We can have some...fun."

Butters backed away in horror. Dreading what his Grandmother would do to him.

To his surprise, she was pulling out one of his dad's belts.

"Say hello to my little friend, captain pussy." she smirked wickedly.

Butters gulped in horror.

Granny Stotch raised the belt and tried to strike him but he jumped back causing the belt to strike the floor.

Butters screamed and Ran.

His grandmother swung the leather belt, hitting an antique vase belonging to Mrs. Stotch knocking it over breaking it into a million pieces.

She chased Butters over to the couch where he bounced off of it as she struck causing her to whack a picture on the wall causing it to fall to the floor and break.

Butters continued to run until he slipped on the floor rug and was sent flying into the air, swinging from the chandelier, and crashing into the wall and falling gut-first on the TV.

He recovered just in time to see his Grandmother swinging the belt over her head like a flail. She struck the top but he managed to roll away before he got hit.

He ran upstairs screaming like a baby as he heard the sound of sport shoes clomping behind him.

He tried to pull open his bedroom door only to find it locked. A picture of a dickbutt scribbled into it with lipstick.

He turned around and saw his Grandmother coming closer and closer towards him. She brandished the belt with a grin that could even make the Cheshire Cat shit his pants.

"Granny..." Butters stammered. "Please don't to this to me."

"Oh, yes I will," she grinned. "You're a little faggot, you don't deserve that girl, you don't deserve that teddy bear and you don't deserve any croquembouche you croquem-douche. I am going to whip you into next year." She raised the belt above her head.

Butters closed his eyes and tenses up his muscles.

"WHAT IN DISMAL DOWNS IS GOING ON HERE!?"

Both Butters and Granny Stotch turned to see Charlotte standing behind them with shock in her eyes. She had recovered from the Alcohol surprisingly quickly.

"Grandma Stotch, what are you doing to Butters!?" she cried.

Granny quickly shoved the belt behind her back and chuckled nervously.

"Heh..heh. Well dear, it's kinda a funny story. You see-"

"I am not an idiot!" Charlotte shouted. "You're abusing him aren't you! You're a monster!"

Granny Stotch sighed and put the belt down. "Yes, you got me. I do abuse my grandson for kicks. It's kinda my passion," her expression turned dark. "And if you think you can take that away from me you've got another thing coming." She started to walk towards the Canadian girl with malice burning in her eyes.

Charlotte turned around and ran. Trying to escape as grandma stotch ran after her. They both vanished down the stairs.

Butters scrambled to his feet and looked down to see Charlotte rushing out the door, dodging a bowling ball that was flung at her.

He sighed. "She got away!"

"Drat, which is more than you will!" his furious Grandmother turned on him. "You and your girlfriend are being more trouble to me than you're both worth one way or another. But it'll all be over soon."

Butters could feel his courage rising upon hearing his grandmother insulting his girlfriend.

"You won't get away with this Granny! Charlotte knows about you and she'll tell on you!" he yelled furiously.

His sadistic Grandmother narrowed her eyes. "And if she does, I will have her arrested! Sent to Juvie! And you will never see her again as long as you live."

She grabbed him by the wrist, dragged him across the room, flung open the door to the Basement and literally flung him down the stairs onto the stone hard floor.

"Now, get in there and starve, you nasty little creep!" She slammed the door with a resounding boom!

Butters rose up to find himself all alone in the deep darkness of the basement, with the afternoon light from the top window slowly fading away.

He truly was all alone, and even though someone did learn about his predicament, she would probably be coerced into silence with some sort of despicable threat.

He curled himself on up the stone hard floor and just could only sob.

Later that night, Butters suddenly heard the sound of a car pulling up in his driveway.

He didn't really understand what was going on between his sobs but he could hear the door opening. He heard two sets of footsteps shuffling around the house.

Eventually they grew louder and he heard the basement door open.

Butters wanted to believe it was his Grandmother or possible Charlotte but he was nonetheless relieved to see who it was instead.

It was his parents.

He couldn't believe it. They were home early from Russia. They were here.

They raced down the stairs and embraced him tightly as he sobbed into his father's chest.

They brought him upstairs into the light of the main floor. His grandmother was nowhere to be seen as she had gone to a nearby bar. They cooked him a nice meal of Mac and Cheese and a chocolate cupcake.

After dinner, they gave him a nice warm bath and then tucked him into bed. Giving him each a nice warm kiss.

"Your a good boy, Butters." Stephen smiled.

"We won't let anything bad happen to you ever again." Linda cooed.

But after their son fell asleep, their thoughts turned to Grandma Stotch and an almighty rage grew inside both their hearts.

"This demon!" raged Stephen. "This villain! This monster! She has sullied the being that is our son. Abusing him and punishing him. Only we're allowed to do that!

She has betrayed the trust of her own children." Linda grouched, "She has shown cruelty to the most precious reality of our marriage. Bullying children is her game, is it? Well, let us see what this creature thinks she can do when the wrath of this child's parents stand before her!"

They both ran off into the night and vanished into the shadows.

There was suddenly a blinding flash of light and Butters awoke in shock to find himself still resting on the stone hard floor.

Everything he was through-his parents returning, the nice compliments- was all a dream. He was still stuck with his grandmother.

He groaned with disappointment and sat up. He walked up the stairs and to his surprise, found the door unlocked.

He peeked outside to see if his grandmother was awake yet but to his relief she was not.

He grabbed his backpack and scurried out the door not looking back behind him.

He had to protect Charlotte from whatever horrible scheme his Grandmother may come up with to put her in place. He couldn't lose her again.