I awoke to the feeling of something tighten around my head. My first thought was something was attacking me, so I was immediately put on guard. Opening my eyes, I relaxed a little too much for my comfort at the sight of huge, worried brown eyes. A little puffy from, what I can remember as, crying and looking like he could start again any minute now.

He had taken his hat off, his messy, blonde hair now free to be everywhere. Which meant he was no longer Professor Chaos.

Dammit, Butter. You never knew how to play the game right.

"Oh..." he said when he finally realized I was awake. About time. "Are you okay, Ken? I-I'm so sorry, that was a mighty fall you did there. I... I didn't mean'ta... 'ta hurt you or nothin'..."

The fact that Butters, of all people, could hurt me really made me sick. And the fact that he didn't mean to hurt me at all. Disgusting.

But, I suppose I have to give him credit. He was no longer the short, lanky little nine year old of the past. Though he isn't built, he was still more fit than others. But I was stronger. I have to be.

I thought it was about time to get my head out of his lap and look around. From what I can see in the poorly lite room, we were at his house, "Way to stay in character, Butters," I frowned, raising a hand to rub my aching head. I feel my hood off and a bandage around me, so I have my super villain a confused look.

Under this gaze he wiggled, pushing his knuckles together in his natural nervous habit, "Sorry," he mumbled, returning my frown, "I... I didn't mean to ruin our fight, but you were hurt pretty bad. Bleeding a little, too," his voice was soft and low, like he was afraid of getting caught. He most likely was, "a-and, you were knocking completely out. I was so worried..."

It was a nice thought, but that doesn't mean I wasn't irritated. With a sigh of defeat, I sent him a troubling glance, which caused him to sing even further to the floor, "Thanks... I guess," I added quickly to make it seem like I wasn't at all saying thanks. I'm an asshole like that, apparently. I held my eyes with his for a few more seconds before looking away, my hand now picking at the bandage.

Butters slapped it, though, causing my hand to stink. I narrowed my eyes at they swung back to him, who just gave my scolding gaze right back, "Don't pick at it," he said, putting a finger up like he was my mother, "you'll open the wound back up."

"What wound?"

"You're nose was bleeding."

I shook my head at him. Obviously this was not a time to argue. This was a time to leave. It was four in the morning now, a guestimate. I remember now that I looked around at the calendar that we have school in the morning.

Deciding this was the right moment, I stood up, ignoring the protests of my body and Butters, making my way to his window. I looked back at him before opening my mouth, "Stop taking care of me and start taking care of yourself. What would people say if they saw Professor Chaos carrying Mysterion to safety?" He paused, "You should see your face right now. It's horrible."

At this, Butters placed a hand over his still swollen and bruised cheek, jumping at the pain that should of came and rushed to a nearby bathroom. I took this as an opportunity to get out of there.

The next day, Butters looked happy and healthy, as if he had his full hours of sleep and was never in a fight at all. While I looked terrible, as if I fought with millions and didn't sleep for days. I don't know how he does it.

I wonder.

Is this how it feels like to be in a movie? Two potential friends fighting at night, though we both know who with, and try to make it last for as long as it can. For the soul reason that it's fun and we both love it?

I honestly don't know if I love the fighting, of the fact that the fighting is with Butters, more. The happy, lucky little scamp. Now a deadly and crime making monster. The fact that I am the only one to see it, too. If you can't already tell, I like my enemy. Why else would I dress in a costume and go out fighting with a not so venomous villain every night when I can be doing actual crime fighting with real criminals and live an actual hero's life? For shits and giggles? Yeah, no.