When Eric opened his eyes – he was shocked to see that he was standing in Dr. Alice's office. Huh. That was weird… he thought he was still lying on that table in that weird room. Taking a few steps forward, his eyes focused on Dr. Alice as he sat at her desk.

"Eric isn't it? It's nice to meet face to face. Please, sit." she said, giving him a smile.

Sitting in the chair on the other side of the doctor's desk-Eric simply tossed the telegram he'd taken from Kenny onto the wooden desk.

"I want to do it" Eric simply spoke, not making any eye contact

Eric watched closely. "Oh… it's… started." He mumbled bemusedly to himself. "It's fucking weird I'm in my own mind fucking sweet." He smirked.

Quirking a brow, the young woman with long dark chocolate hair reached over and picked up their telegram. Reading it over, she nodded "Ah yes… Butters L. Scotch" She mumbled. Looking to Eric, she sighed "You were not supposed to see this. I'm terribly sorry and I do apologize." The woman admitted.

Eric took this moment to examine himself. Damn. He was rather good looking, if he did say so himself; Kyle had always said he was a fat ass. But now, Eric could see why others might have thought he was a perfect match, for Butters who was skinny and small framed.

The doctor furrowed her brow, setting the telegram down "our flies are confidential Mr. Cartman … so we can't show you any statements or consultations records" She Paused, looking back up toward Eric " Suffice it to say, Mr. Scotch was… not happy, and he wanted to move on. We provide that possibility" She went on "Given the circumstances of this particular situation… I would be willing to perform the procedure on you. If you're sure, that is" she spoke.

The chocolate haired boy lowered his eyes. He was actually doing this… it was happening now, and he was going to have to watch; to take part in each of these memories.

Soon the room was overtaken in darkness, and Eric felt himself falling – it was an unsettling feeling, and one that actually cause a bit of panic to rise in him.

But he was snapped out of those thoughts as he suddenly hit the ground; wincing, even though he didn't really feel any pain. "God dammit," He mumbled to himself, standing and looking around...

He was in… the Comic Store?

Curiously, Eric walked around the oddly colored shelves of Comic's… before he spotted himself at the Comic book front desk.

There was Butters.

Eric knew he was in the memory that happened earlier that day; when he'd gone to the Comic Book Store to give Butters his gift, but the blond pretended like he didn't know who he was. Well, not 'pretended'…as it turned out he didn't, in fact, know who Eric was…

That scene, too, however quickly faded into darkness. Eric Blinked a few times- and when he opened his eyes, he was in his bedroom, sitting on the corner of his bed …..

Butters was there, rummaging through Eric's things- and pulling out items that belonged to him; shirts he'd left at Eric's, a few video games, a CD or two … the small Melvin blond was shoving all his personal items into his knapsack.

"This was the last time I saw you …" Eric whispered quietly in awe to himself as he watched Butters rummage through his room.

He remembered this particular memory very well. It was most recent one he had of their relationship… Eric figured the procedure must have been going from latest, to earliest; going backward in it's of erasing butters from his memory.

"I am done! I don't –I don't want you to come anywhere NEAR me Eric! "Butters spoke angrily mixed with heartache, though his beautiful baby blue eyes where brimming with tears, he sniffed as he finished gathering his things "I-I can't take this anymore, I j-just can't! I can't live this way!" he stammered

Eric shrugged coldly as he sat on the edge of the bed "fine." He answered simply; his voice uncaring removed and bitter. "You won't last one fucking day without me" The chestnut haired boy sneered at the blond

Begin in that memory again … reliving and watching it, Eric felt his heart lurch. Why had he been such an asshole? Why couldn't he see how much he was hurting Butters? The blond looked to him, doing his best to stay angry-but Eric could see how destroyed Butters actually was; his pain showing through as his lower lip trembled. God. Why hadn't he NOTICED that before? Things were always easier to pick up the second time around.

Lifting his eyes again, he watched Butters storm of his room-the door slamming behind him.

Conscious enough in these repeating memories, Eric stood- and tried to follow him. But the door was locked; it wouldn't open, no matter how hard he pulled.

And why wouldn't it open?

Because when that event had happened, Eric hadn't followed; he remembered staying in his room and just did nothing- stewing over how happy he was that Butters was gone. But now… Eric just felt remorse. How could he have been so stupid?

Ramming his shoulder against the door, Eric tried in vain to break it down. The room was getting darker and darker as he tried. Finally, the door busted open, and Eric stumbled through. Unfortunately, he didn't end up in his hallway….but he ended up right back in his bedroom.

Looking around in confusion, Eric cursed "fuck!" He yelled, looking around him. He couldn't go any further than his room… because he hadn't left. His memory wouldn't let him. He couldn't 'extend' a memory.

Closing his eyes, Eric felt that 'falling' feeling overtake him again-lapsed in darkness and dizziness as that memory was wiped from his mind …

Opening his eyes and blinking again-Eric found he was now in Raisins ….with butters

"Butters…" he mumbled to himself

He knew the blond wouldn't respond to him. But it was heart wrenching to Eric that he had to're-live' these memoires through his eyes; so Butters was looking at HIM painfully. But now he was aware of it

"Aw hamburgers this isn't working-working …Eric… h-how can you expect me to … just ...forget what happen!" He Pleaded "I-I don't know what else I can do… tell me Eric Is it M-me?" He asked

Eric finally sighed and growled and responding dully. "Fine! It IS fucking you, Fag. I can't fucking take care of you anymore! You're such a baby! It's a twenty-four hour job... I swear to god… You're always hurting yourself, or bumping into things. I have to get you to eat, sleep and just be fucking claim! everyday things! …. I mean for fuck sakes!" He let out a low sigh while rolling his eyes.

Eric just stood there on the sidelines looking at the painful site "I take that back…" Eric Immediately said, shaking his head and looking to Butters sadly. "I… It wasn't a big deal. We could have fixed it" He said strongly

But the memory of Butters clearly didn't hear.

"Then-then maybe we should just break up, I-I don't want be a burden to you anymore, y-you don't even care about me "Butters looked away feeling his heart break " I-I don't need you, I'm sure there's someone else who-who Will at least love me!"
Eric let out a cold bitter laugh "no one even likes you! You would be nothing without me, and all the effort I put into this doomed relationship" he said "so if you wanna break up? Then fucking leave"

Eric buried his face into his hands. Fuck! Why had he been such a dick? Butters didn't do anything …. Why was he trying to pretend like this didn't hurt?

The next thing he knew, he was flopping back down on Butters Bed

It was late, and he'd just managed to climb up and stumble through the window. He took a few deep breaths as the small blond was in his shorts and blue tank top that he always wore to bed he held worry in his blue eyes but at the same time looked at him staring at him blankly. Knowing well he would get grounded if his parents ever found out …

"It's 3am" The blond muttered unhappily.

Eric sighed "I kinnda… sorta ... Broke …Clyde JR." He mumbled, referring to the dark chocolate fur stuffed bear Butters had gotten him in elementary school. He wasn't a big fan of the fur ball at first, But being with Butters had Converted him to at least try. Naturally, it was a great gift that he named after his Favorite toy he had lost so many years ago and Butters thought it was time for Eric to have something that reminded him of his old child hood toy "Annnd dented my … car..."

Eric sighed as he watched the scene between him and butters before his eyes.

"J-jeez Eric, Drunk driving!" Butters had the look of fear as he glared at Eric "yo-you could have hurt yourself or even hurt someone! H-how can you be so um reckless?"

The tall dark teen closed his eyes irritably "I was a little tipsy" he said, separating his words sharply before he stretched "Don't call me reckless, asshole!"

"W-well you are! I m-mean you-you could have killed someone!" Butters stammered, both upset and concerned for his boyfriend at the same time, who seemed to be lashing out more and more.

Eric growled before he rubbed his eyes "well I didn't kill any fucking body! It's just a fucking dent… Dumbass" He sighed; not in the mood for begin lectured, considering how drunk he was "you're a pussy sometimes" He mumbled wearily.

"Your one to talk … "He covered his mouth with both hands, knowing what he said would be a death wish

Eric glared at him clearly in a drunk rage "what you say!?" He yelled almost loud enough to wake the house hold of butters family , butters waiting for the yelling to continue but it didn't come and when he looked at him, Eric was glaring at him " face it , Butters…" he began, turning onto his stomach to look over at the blond who still sat at his desk. " your just a pussy because I was out LATE… without you … " he pointed out with a smug smirk " and in your dumbass brain, I bet your wondering : did he fuck someone tonight?" he let out a bitter chuckle

It was a low bow. Eric knew every trick in the book to hurt Butters after years of being together-and looking back on it now, it almost made Eric sick. The blond's eyes were already breaking in tears, but at the time, Eric didn't remember noticing.

"Ge-get out" Butters sluttered weakly, this was the first time he asked Eric to leave

Eric rolled his eyes and stumbled out of the bed, back over toward the door. Although he'd come in through the window (as always), He was going through the front door. Why did he care if Butters got in trouble? He was drunk and leaving, so if anyone was going to get yelled at or grounded –It would always be Butters for having late night visitors.

But even as he left the house, he didn't remember hearing anyone get up. Butters parents were probably conked out for the night. Slamming the front door behind him, Eric smirked to himself as he finally could hear the sounds of yelling but he was too drunk to even save butters, the cold night air struck Eric in the face...

As soon as he'd left Butters front door, Eric found he'd moved again... The cold night air was replaced by a warmer sensation … his room

He was in his own bed room; lying in bed, with the lovely blond beside him… he was looking at him with begging eyes, he was unusually still. Eric's eyes shifted around the dark room.

"…E-Eric? Why don't you want me…tell me" butters asked in a soft tone, his voiced laced in embarrassment"oh jeez, it-it's me? Am I not sexy anymore... am-am I really that bad?" he asked

Eric Sighed frustratingly "for fuck sakes, No butters. I just don't fucking Feel like it" he said; his deep voice stern as it echoed through the darkness.

"B-but I … I don't understand! Y-you don't even look at me-me, you don't seem to lo-love me or anything! You act like you don't wanna be touch at all by me! …this never happened before?" He mumbles painfully, feeling ashamed of his body.

But once again, Eric just grown "god, you're a freak. Just drop it "he spat quietly.

Those words seemed to fly and stabbed Eric in the chest. Closing his eyes, he turned over from his previous position of lying on his back, Ignoring the upset blond boy beside him- and faced him. His Dark eyes Ran over the memory of Butters as he lay beside him. He was looking Right at him- his eyes brimming with hurt tears.

He hated begin called a Freak. And Eric knew that

"Butters… I'm so fucking sorry…" Eric whispered, reaching out and touching Butters cheek. But as he was about to do that, suddenly, the blond boy shimmered and vanished from sight.

Now lying alone in his dark room, in his bed alone, Eric closed his own eyes to stop himself from crying. This was Horrible. He didn't WANT to relive all these memories with Butters… things had gotten so bad. He'd acted like such an asshole... more than usual … and all because he was scared of how much he loved butters, so Eric's only answer had been to push the blond away.

Of course it didn't help that Butters had erased HIM first. If there was one thing Eric was truly good at, It was holding a grudge- and finding out that his blond ex-lover had erased him and that pissed him off to the deep end.

But still … he couldn't help but wonder if Butters had gone through the same thing HE was going through right now; watching unable to do nothing and reliving these memories as they were deleted one-by one

He wondered if Butters regretted the decision... Like he was…

Letting out a sigh, Eric opened his eyes- already extremely sick and annoyed of watching himself behave like a jackass.

He was walking down the street now- his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. He knew that had been the first sign for Butters, since Eric always held the little blond's hand. Even in the last years of their time at elementary school… he remembered he started holding Butters hand because it made him feel brave and not as shy.

"Hey Eric wanna come over?" Butters asked, with a bright smile

He'd been growing more and more distant…. And it was obvious that the blond could tell. Eric just shrugged "Nah! I promised the guys I hang out with them" He answered, still not looking at Butters "and some cute blonde girl asked me to hang out with her"

It was a hurtful, blunt excuse and they both knew it.

"Hurry up and erase this" Eric spat out loudly – like he was trying to talk to Danny and Dr. Alice, who were working their way though these memories.

He didn't get any response... Obviously they couldn't hear him.

Butters drew his eyes away from him "o-oh that's fine" He answered sadly as they continued to walk.

That was a lie everything was not fine " I'm erasing you, and I'm happy …" Eric Blurted out to Butters as he continued to walk " by morning you'll be gone" He continued unhappily suddenly feeling angry; knowing this was all Butters fault.

Of course it was Butters fault! He'd erased him first!

Growling in frustration as he looked at the small blond walking solemnly beside him- Eric felt that familiar darkness looming up and around them, this memory is dying …

A flash suddenly struck right in front of Eric's eyes and he jolted back from the initial shock of it. Blinking rapidly, the football player found he was in their high school: He was standing near his locker With butters while the blond got some books and gave Eric a loving smile.

"Hi boys!" It was Red, smiling mostly at Eric

Eric smirked toward the girl "Sup Red"

"Um Hi" Butters muttered shyly yet unhappily, his mood shifting with the sudden arrival of the red haired girl.

Red looked back at Eric with a Bashful smile "so um A-are you ready for class?" she asked him.

"Yeah" The tall teen nodded with smile, shutting his locker, he adjusted his book bag over his shoulder "Um, I'll see you later Eric…" Butters mumbled, but the other said nothing back, Nudging Red eagerly as they headed off down the hall.

He winced. What the fuck?! No Goodbye? No kiss? No hug? No Nothing!? Why had he become so carless? Why didn't he take two seconds to say goodbye to his boyfriend? He knew god damn well Butters didn't like Red hanging out with them. It wasn't because Red was a bad girl, but the fear of that she would STEAL Eric away from him. Unfortunately, as thief relationship began to strain, Eric HAD done the worse thing he could do … spending his time with other girls to spite the blond.

As they moved further down the hall together, Eric looked back to see butters standing there alone: his large eyes were vulnerable as he watched him walk away with Red. Frowning, Eric shifted his eyes, and for the first time, Noticed that none of the students had faces.

"The…fucking hell?" He muttered to himself and himself alone.

He remembered getting sick of it. Protecting Butters was a full time job. He hadn't realized it before, but now that everything had unraveled, Eric for the first time in his life felt guilty... and actually missed protecting Butters. They were barely apart during the time of their relationship: It was hard (and rare) to see one without the other.

Looking around, Eric found he was in another memory he was back in his house.

"I remember this, too…" Eric mumbled to himself. It might seem like an arbitrary, 'obvious' statement-but Eric was reliving these memories, and he really DID remember all these moments. What the hell was he thinking; why in god's name did he think it was a good idea to erase him?! It was one of the last, semi-happy times he and Butters had in their long recent history, before things fell apart.

The house had a faded ruby color to it; no lights were on, and the only source was the glow from the television, and the dull, rainy Saturday that desperation in his voice.

The blond looked away from the screen into Eric's eyes "Eric-Eric what are you talking about?" The blond answered.

Eric was a bit surprised that his 'memory' responded to him.

Then again. The thought occurred to him that he WAS in his head… so, shouldn't he be able to control things? This particular memory involved Him and Butters simply sitting on the couch together wrap in warm blankets and cuddling while they watched movies.

But he knew that THIS particular exchange wasn't real- this was all in his imagination… he was just imaging that butters could consciously hear him, so he could vent his frustration.

"T-They're erasing you. I'm erasing you… I mean well fuck, you erased me!" Eric explained quickly, knowing it wouldn't be too long before this memory faded away along with the others.

Butters at first looked confused he for but some odd reason believe Eric "W-well how are you gonna changed that? How-how it this even possible!" he exclaimed scared "wait, if this is your head, the-en I'm not even real… "The blond looked down as he faced the sad truth.

The blond trembled and started to balm himself "D-did we really end that bad? Please tell me Eric" he looked at Eric softly.

Oddly enough, Eric smiled-holding Butters closer to him " you maybe a annoying and a fag " he spoke in low tone, his eyes running over butters features, my god how he missed that " but that's what I love about you"

Leaning in, cupping butters cheek Eric kissed his soft lips- closing his eyes as he felt that familiar, surrounding darkness creeping heavily; fuck… he didn't want to lose ALL his memories … not like this… not like this

Eric winced as the cut about his eyebrow stung; Butters smiling continued to dab alcohol on the wound as he cleaned it.

"Um Eric T-Thanks for s-standing up for me..." He spoke softly; that warm smile still remain on his lips

The Tall dark chestnut colored haired sighed "yeah whatever…" He responded, though his voice wasn't exactly enthusiastic about the situation. This was just another –in a long list- of times that he'd had to defend Butters. "What was it THIS time?" He asked with a weary sigh.

While he never really 'lost' fights, that didn't mean Eric's body didn't undergo a great deal of strain and injury. His opponent's often good hits along the way.

"Well I um… "Butters sighed, continuing to tend to his wounds. "He-He wanted my money, But …But I said I didn't have-have any… and then he pinned me against...The lockers, so I tried to find it in m-my pockets, but I didn't have any-any AND I t-told him that… I told him I had nothing an-and he almost broke my nose"
Eric face palmed as he sighed "Not again, Butters when are you going to grow some balls! " He growled. "You're too old for this shit, I can't always be there!"

The blond looked down feeling useless and bit his lower lip.

Eric looked back up to Butters apologetically, but his memory was over-and the darkness was looming in once more….

He held Cylde's bloodstained jacket in his clenched fist as he stood over him. "Listen you black asshole... If you EVER touch him again…I'll kill your stupid blond bimbo girlfriend!" He threatened

"F-Fuck you, fatass" Clyde groaned; his head already dizzy from fighting.

Sneering at him, Eric dropped Clyde and let him fall back to the ground. The Jock had gotten the worst of the fight, but Eric still secured a cut about his eyebrow. He ignored the stinging pain that was pulsing around the wound. He pushed past the small gathering of students who'd stopped to watch the fight take place outside the school. Eric focused his eyes on Butters, who pushed through the crowed and ran up to him"Eric-Eric! Are you-you alright!?"

Draping his arm around Butters shoulder, Eric led them both away and started to walk down the street.

"I don't know how many fights I got in." Eric Mumbled aloud to himself as they walked- but the memory of Butters beside him said nothing; He couldn't hear him. "I always thought they were BECAUSE of you... But... They were FOR you." He said to himself. Turning, Eric looked down at the blond cowering beside them as they walked. "I did it for you" He whispered.

When Eric Opened his eyes, people surrounded him; they were laughing, drinking and socializing in the familiar, HUGE living room of Stan's home.

This time, he wasn't interacting with the memory... but he was an outside observer. He immediately saw himself – standing against the wall and leaning in rather closely to a very drunk girl that went to their school. They both looked a little tipsy, and Eric knew himself well enough to know his 'moves'. He looked like he was outwardly hitting on the drunken girl.

Eric would kick his own ass if he would, wincing at his own bravado for flirting with someone else while he had a boyfriend- his eyes immediately sought out Butters. He was standing off to the other side; he was in a group with Kyle, Stan and Kenny- who were talking and obviously a little sauced themselves. But Butters wasn't Engaged with them... He was too busy staring across the room at Eric, with a heartbroken, worried gaze.

"Stop fucking watching me." Eric muttered to his memory; as if telling this 'replay' of Butters to look away would do ANY good now.

He really hated this. He HATED watching that HE was the downfall of their relationship. While he was mad initially that Butters has eased him…

Eric had to admit, the blond had a good reason, a very good reason. These past few memories were torture. How could he have been so cold, such an asshole, a cheater and flirting with other women right in front of him and the worst part is he had flaunted the fact he was distancing himself from butters.

The whole room flickered, and soon, It was completely empty... except for the small butters, who was still standing in the same spot, looking across the room, And Eric and the unknown girl were still visible-on the other side.

"Erase ALL of it." Eric snapped toward the ceiling, still trying to get the doctor and Danny to hear him, while they worked on deleting his memories.

Soon, the room flickered oddly again- and Eric finally was left all alone, as the darkness enveloped him once more…

With another flicker of light, Eric found himself standing in front of Butters blue bathroom door.

"Come on Butters, come out… just open the door for fuck sakes" He begged sadly, knocking a few times as he let out a heavy sign " look babe, It happens to everyone, Hell I don't even remember my own MOTHER'S half the time"

He heard a sniffing and a strained sob from behind the bathroom door "th-that's not the point E-Eric! I never forget your birthday!" He whimpered.

"I know I screwed up bad" Eric answered, resting his head against the door. "There's … no excuse" He reassured him, though deep down, Eric knew why he'd forgotten. He'd been hanging out with Kenny and the others. Eric had spent the night at his own house, and got an early morning call from Kenny- who was annoying him to no end with constant request to hang out.

So, he finally gave in and gone over, and completely push the thought of Butters Birthday to the back of his mind.

" Butters, please come out" He coaxed " I got you a chocolate cake… with vanilla ice cream" Eric said, using one of his tricks hoping he might bride the blonds forgiveness. When he was met with more silence, Eric finally sighed annoyed "well… I'll be downstairs when you're ready" He said, trailing his eyes over the door once more before he headed downstairs.

"I'm such a fucking jack ass…" Eric Muttered to himself as he followed the path of the memory, and continued downstairs. "Fucking Asshole, fucking Asshole" He repeated

There was another flicker of light and an odd shift in the room… almost like a record skipping. It was trippy, and kind of frightening, But Eric Knew it had something to do with this whole procedure.

Suddenly, Butters was coming down the stairs eyes red from tears and Eric stood up from the couch.

"I'm sorry, Butters you know how I am" He apologized again. The blond wouldn't look up at him, perhaps in order to stop himself from crying. Walking over to his boyfriend. Eric took his hand and led him down the hall and into his Kitchen.

There, was a small chocolate cake with a candle on it. "Forgive me?" Eric asked, nestling his nose against the side of Butters head, causing the blond to blush

"o-of course ..." the short blond answered.

While Eric had accepted the answer at the time, now that he was looking back on the memory... He didn't believe that Butters really forgave him. There was still hurt and pain still lingering in his eyes, and his answer hadn't been convicting in the least.

He watched as his memory-self and Butters got the vanilla sweet Ice cream, and began to eat it with the cake.

Eric wanted to swear to himself that he'd never forget Butters Birthday EVER again…

But obviously that wasn't possible. If this procedure kept going, he wouldn't remember Butters PERIOD- never mind his birthday.

The room flickered and skipped again, and soon, Eric was falling back into yet another memory…