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Begrudgingly, Cartman joined Butters on the stage when he realized no one was going to open the door for them that night.
Butters had a sandwich in his mouth and offered the other one to Eric, who took it and huffed as he ate.
"At least we have food, and my parents can't ground me if they know I didn't lock myself in on purpose," he said, relaxing.
"This is unbelievable. I am going to chop Kyle's balls off."
"Why would he lock me in here, too?"
"Who the fuck knows? Is there any dessert?"
"Chocolate covered strawberries," Butters said, pulling out a plastic box from the basket. He opened it and ate one, then offered some to Eric, who took one as well. "These are really good."
After their meal they opened up Shoots and Ladders and began playing that.
Butters won the first round, which didn't improve Cartman's sour mood.
"Fuck this, I don't want to play," Cartman whined, putting his head in his hands.
The two were sitting cross-legged and facing each other. Butters began putting the board game away.
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" Butters asked. When Cartman didn't reply, the blond sighed. "We're going to be here all night, Eric. So you might as well stop being grouchy, it's not like this is my fault."
"Oh, am I just suppose to be fucking thrilled that I'm stuck here all night with a fag like you?"
Butters didn't say a word of protest to that. He put the board game on top of the others and silently stood up and walked back stage.
Cartman groaned when he heard sniffling from behind the curtains. He stood up and walked towards Butters. He found the blond next to an old set design, hugging his knees to his chest and crying.
"Stop crying!" Eric yelled.
"Go away!" Butters yelled back. "It's your fault I'm stuck in here but I'm not being mean about it!"
"How is it my fault?"
Butters looked up at him. "It's always your fault. Every time something bad happens to me it's because of you."
"Fuck you, this isn't because of me!"
"You never want to take any responsibility!"
"Hey, Kyle lied to me! Kenny lied to you! I'm the victim here just as much as you are!"
"Yeah, but they wouldn't have done this if you hadn't done something awful first."
"Right, well if I'm such the bad guy, then how come they got you involved if, like you said, you did nothing wrong?"
Butters stopped to think about that. Why did they lock him in here too if they just wanted to get back at Eric?
"Probably because I'm your best friend," he answered, wiping away his tears.
"You're not my best friend, Butters."
"Who's your best friend, then?"
Cartman opened his mouth to answer, but closed it again. His go to for best friend was Kenny, but the more he thought about it the more he knew that wasn't true. He thought about all the guys at school and, in horror, realized the one person he spends the most time with is Butters.
"Okay, fine, so you are my best friend, but I didn't do anything this time," Eric said, looking away from Butters.
"And I didn't do anything either, so can you stop being so sore at me?"
"I'm not mad at you!" Cartman yelled. Butters stared at him. "I'm not! Now can we go play another board game or something?" He scratched the back of his head.
Butters stood up and smiled. "Okay."
. . . . .
The two grew tired of board games and went through all the props back stage and found a few scripts. They acted out scenes from these plays together and even took turns saying monologues on stage while the other watched from the audience's seat.
When it was getting close to midnight the two were sitting together again on stage, giggling at all their silly stage acting.
"I'm hungry," Eric complained as he was lying down.
"There's half a sandwich and a chocolate strawberry left," Butters said, pulling out both from the basket. He handed both to the brunette.
"Aren't you hungry too?" He grabbed the food from Butters.
"No, I'm okay."
Carefully, Eric split the half of the sandwich in half and handed it to Butters. Then he bit half of the strawberry and gave the other half to him as well.
"Thank you," Butters said softly, eating his half of the meal. Cartman just nodded.
Eric yawned and rolled over so his back was to Butters. "G'night."
"Good night," Butters replied.
He took off his sweated and folded it neatly to use it as a pillow and drifted off to sleep.
Cartman, still awake, turned to look at him and noticed that Butters was shivering in his sleep. He took off his own jacket and placed it on top of the blond like a blanket. He turned back around and fell asleep.