In response to those reviews left after I posted the epilogue in my last story, I have to say thank you so much! You guys have really encouraged me to write this story as fast as I'm currently doing. Anyway, on with the story!
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2 Years Earlier
Butters' PoV
The whole class watched as the clock ticked ever-so-closer to the final bell of this dreaded year, as Mr Mackey droned on about his final lesson. I suddenly feel another spitball hit the back of my head, and I turn around to see Clyde sniggering, with a straw in one hand, and his other arm around Bebe, who shoots him a look. I roll my eyes as I turn back to the clock, and, after what seems like an eternity, the final bell rings. Our first year of High School over! Oh Jeez! This was a hard year!
All of us rush out of the classroom to our lockers. I empty out mine, before walking to the main door. I suddenly trip, falling face first onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going, faggot." I hear Craig sarcastically say as he and his friends burst out laughing, before leaving the building. A hand reaches out to me, and I look up to see Kenny, with Stan, Kyle and Cartman behind him. He picks me up, as I thank him.
"Don't let those assholes get to you. Seeya later, Butters!" We all leave the building, with them getting on the bus as I decide to walk home. Finally, summer is here! I have so much stuff planned for the next two months, but for today, I just want to talk to Charlotte again. I wonder if we'll be able to meet at Stark's Pond, like last year! I hope my dad doesn't find out though. He never liked her, and I don't think he wants to see me with her again…
I arrive at my house, welcomed by my mother who is watching TV.
"Hello Butters, how was your last day?" She asks.
"It was fine Mom. We didn't really do much today." I reply.
"If you need me, Mom, I'll be up in my room." I tell her before heading upstairs to my bedroom. I quickly shut the door before grabbing my laptop from under my bed. I turn it on, before going onto Skype, and surely enough, Charlotte is online. I call her, and she instantly responds.
"Hey, Butters! How was your last day?" She says cheerfully.
"It was fine. How was yours?" I smile.
"Oh, it was great! Other than some idiots saying "9 + 10 = 21" again, it was perfect! Well, now it is." She smiles, making me chuckle. We talk for about an hour, making up plans for Stark's Pond, and all sorts of stuff.
"You're the cutest!" I say.
"No, you are!" She replies.
"No, you-" I get cut off when my door suddenly opens.
"Hey, Butters, I wanted to- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Dad barges in, before taking a good look at my laptop. Oh no.
"Butters! I told you that you can't talk to this Canadian girl! Give me that laptop!" He snatches the laptop from me, but I try to grab it back, to no avail.
"Hey! Give me that back!" I try again, but he pushes me onto the floor.
"You are grounded Butters!" He exclaims before slamming my bedroom door, taking my laptop away from me. Taking, Charlotte away from me. I proceed to lie down in my bed, before ultimately breaking down in tears. I cry for 10 minutes straight. Why does this have to happen to me? I feel sadness. I feel pain. I, feel, anger. I then fall asleep, one hand covering my face, the other, clenched into a fist.
The Next Day
Luckily, I'm still allowed to go outside, so I walk to Stark's Pond to clear my head. It's a nice day today, with the sun shining brightly on this nice summer's day. I arrive at Stark's Pond, but, oh no. I spot Craig's gang, who haven't noticed me yet. I turn around and try to walk away, but I step on a twig, making a loud -crack-.
"Hey, look guys, it's the faggot! What the fuck are you doing here?" Craig sneers as they rush up to me, surrounding me.
"Oh, uh, hey guys. I, um, decided to take a walk, y'know." I stammer through my sentence.
"Why's that? Is it because your daddy grounded you again? Aw, poor Butters, too weak to stand up for himself." Clyde taunts.
"I-I'm not weak.." I say. Why the fuck did I say that?
"Oh, really? How about we put that to the test?" Clyde says, cracking his neck.
"Hey, hey, Clyde, that's his father's job." Craig laughs.
"Yeah, I suppose it is. How the fuck did you even get a girlfriend anyway? I dunno what that Canadian slut sees in you, considering you're just a wee little fuckboy!" Clyde says.
"You're one to talk." I snap at Clyde.
"At least Clyde has someone attractive, compared to that ugly piece of shit you have!" Craig laughs. I clench my fists, and then all of a sudden I've tackled Craig, punching his face over and over again. Clyde and Token drag me away from him, and start beating me in the snow. Jimmy joins in, whacking me with one of his crutches, before Craig tells everyone to stop, before punching me in the face numerous times. They leave me, laughing while they go, leaving me in the snow, with a black eye. I lay there for about 5 minutes before finally picking myself back up. I run back to my house, with tears in my eyes. I rush upstairs to my bedroom, before crying again, just like yesterday.
I finally stop, before heading to my closet to find something to do. I pull out an old science set, with all the chemicals still in it. I play around with it for the next half hour, before unintentionally mixing 4 chemicals, making acid. I test it on some paper, and sure enough, it dissolves it. Cool.
"Butters, it's time for dinner!" My mother calls me from the kitchen. I put away the science kit, except for the acid. I put a cork on the beaker containing the acid and put it in my pocket, because I have some ideas that I want to test with it, after dinner, of course. I head downstairs, and it looks like we're having roast chicken tonight. Lovely.
3rd Person PoV
Butters takes his seat at the table, as his mother sets down the roast chicken in the middle of the table. Butters' father sits down, receiving his piece of chicken with the rest of the family, as they all dig in. Butters parents talk about random news, such as how Donald Trump is going to run for president next year, before they notice Butters' black eye.
"Butters, what happened to you? Why do you have a black eye?" His mother asks, worried.
"It's nothing, Mom." He replies, taking another bite from his chicken.
"Butters, did you get beat up again?" She asks.
"Mom, I said it's fine." He replies.
"Butters, it's not fine! You should be learning how to defend yourself rather than Skyping your ex-girlfriend all the time!" His father exclaims.
"Ex-girlfriend? She is not my ex-girlfriend!" Butters snaps.
"She is, what I say she is! And I told you that you are not allowed to date her." He declares.
"So what if I don't have your permission! That doesn't mean I can't date whoever I want. Hell, you have been making choices for me ever since I was in elementary!" Butters shouts.
"How about you be quiet and eat your dinner?" His mother orders.
"HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" Butters snaps at both his parents, slamming the table as he does.
"Butters!" His mother exclaims as his father stands up, moving right next to Butters.
"Go to your room and stay there for the rest of the week! You are grounded, indefinitely!" He orders Butters.
"How about you make me." Butters glares as his father, who in response, swings his right fist to his son's face. But to his, and his wife's surprise, Butters catches it. He then glances at his mother before punching his father in the face, knocking him to the ground. Steven then takes another swing, and gets his fist caught again, but this time, Butters slams it onto the table, before taking his knife and stabbing his father right through the hand with it.
"Argh!" Steven screams as Linda gasps in horror.
"Butters! Stop!" She pleads.
"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!" He sneers before taking a beaker out of his pocket. His mother rushes out of the kitchen, frantically searching through a drawer in the living room. Meanwhile, Butters opens the beaker, laughing as he does.
"Butters, please!" His father pleads with him.
"You, you deserve this!" HAHAHAHA!" He laughs as he pours the liquid onto his father's crotch, making him scream in pain as acid dissolves his flesh. Butters then hears the sound of a gun being loaded behind him, and he turns around to see his mother holding a revolver at him. He quickly stops pouring the acid onto his father, before throwing the rest at his mother's face, making her drop the gun. He then takes the knife out of his father's hand and throws it at his mother's chest, killing her.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" His father screams as Butters walks to his mother's dead corpse, spitting on it before picking up the loaded revolver. His sick smile is his the last thing Steven Stotch sees, before his own son pulls the trigger on the revolver, sending a bullet through his skull. His father's limp body drops dead, as Butters Stotch flees the house, laughing maniacally.
The police later arrived, horrified at the two bodies. The whole town is shocked at what had happened, but they never knew what followed this incident, that changed the town for more than a year.
That is until, someone finally did something about it…
A/N: God, that was, brutal. Even to write that, I was horrified at what I did to poor little Butters. Oh well. So, there is my first chapter, which is earlier than I said it was going to be. I hope you enjoyed my little origin story into Professor Chaos, and as always
Thanks for Reading!