4. 'fraidy Cats

Butters was sitting on the curb outside of Tweek Bros. Coffee Shop, his hands rolling over themselves in nervousness as his brain rolled just as fast. He couldn't believe himself, running away like that. He's always such a 'fraidy cat.

His Dad had always told him that the British were no good Socialists and haters of America, but the mysterious man in the bowtie hadn't seemed that mean. In fact, Butters couldn't remember any conversation at all. He just saw him, and the blue box, and ran.

Butters was lost, deep in thought, and that's why the hand on his arm not only jolted him into reality, but caused him to jolt up in panic with a scream.

"Gah!"

"Gah!" The scream was echoed, followed by an, "Oh Jesus!" Butters spun around to find the fidgeting figure of Tweek Tweak. Tweek had taken a few steps back, and was practically panting in fear.

"Oh gosh, sorry there Tweak, you snuck up on me there, heh" Butters said.

Tweek's head twitched as he responded, "No, no, it's okay. Sorry to… sneak. You just looked…" Tweeks head snaps again as he finishes the statement, "like you were feeling like shit."

"Well, yeah, I guess I was feeling a little sorry for myself."

"What happened?"

Butters sighed and sat back down onto the curb again. "Well, I was in the woods with Stan and Kyle and Al Gore and we were looking for ManBearPig, and I found this… gee I don't know, box… and there was this British guy who came out of it and it scared me," Butters said, his voice calming down. When he said it out loud, it sounded dumb, but Tweek actually nodded, as if in understanding. Or maybe he just twitched in an up and down direction, Butters couldn't be sure until Tweek spoke up.

"Shit, British people are so rude, gah! I think they're out to get us or something."

"Well gee, really? He seemed nice enough."

"Maybe he wasn't British then," Tweek quipped through shallow breaths. Butters crooked his head, pondering. Maybe he wasn't British. Why did he think he was British, there had to be something? He hadn't spoken with him, or heard him say anything, as far as he could remember.

As Butters stood there, his phone went off, a loud chime and buzz signaling a new text message. Butters dug into his pocket as Tweek let out another, "Gah!" and flinched. As Butters opened the message he saw it was from Stan, and read it to himself.

Tweek stared at him as he read the message; waiting a moment before saying, "Don't leave me in suspense! What's it say?"

"They said they're with the British dude and want me to meet up with them."

"Gah! British dude. He sounds like trouble. Don't go man!"

Butters looked over Tweek. He couldn't believe that Tweek was this stressed out about Butters' problems. Butters might be a 'fraidy cat, but Tweek was a much 'fradier cat. And then Butters remembered a Bible story his dad had read him once, about helping the blind man see. Well, maybe Tweek's fear was making him blind, and it was Butters' job to help him see.

Plus Butters honestly didn't want to walk alone anymore tonight. He went alone to Stark's Pond and look what that got him, a nervous fit over nothing.

"I think…" Butters said, kicking the ground. It just wasn't in Butters' nature to be assertive, but gosh darn it, his friend Tweek needed him. "I think it'll be okay. And you're uhh…" Butters raised his voice and stared into Tweek's eyes. "Well, you're coming with me mister! You can't be afraid of everything all the time!"

"Jesus what!" Tweek blurted out. "No, no way dude. Gah, you go, that's sounds like too much…"

Butters grabbed both of Tweeks arms, "don't you say it Tweek! You're gonna be brave and strong!"

Before Tweek could object, Butters tugged him forward, grabbing his hand, and practically dragging him down the street.