Butters looked around nervously, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt as he kept looking from the door back at the street, as if he was committing a crime. He jumped slightly in surprise at the door opening. He came face to face with Douchebags' father.

"Oh aren't you, the kid from next door? One of the kids our child is friends with?" Butters gulped as he looked up at the adult and nodded.

"Y-yes sir uhm. Mr. Uhm D? Sir." Uncertain on how to address the man Butters stumbled over his own words a little before getting partly to the point, not noticing the confused mutter of 'Mr. D?'. "I uhm wanted to visit uh y-your daughter uh to see.. To see..."

"Ah I get it; you want to check up on her too. Come in boy, it is nice to see that her friends really care for her this time." Still nervous Butters followed the man upstairs until he stopped before a door and knocked on it.

"Hey champ." Her father said while opening the door. "Neighbors' kid is here to visit. The door stays open though!"

"Thank you Sir..." Was all Butters managed to say before his eyes fell on Douchebag sitting on her bed staring blankly at him. She blinked a couple of times before turning to look away and pulling at the sleeves of her hoody. It was silent, nothing unusually really but it was a weird kind of silent.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling?" Butters tried to start the conversation. He saw her shrug her shoulders rather slowly, still not facing him. He stepped nearer, fumbling with his hands as his own nervous tick returned. "I uhm. You know..."

Mentally Butters was scowling himself. How was he supposed to cheer her up without being insensitive? Douchebag didn't even confine in him about anything. Maybe he was just getting ahead of himself and she wasn't even...

A notepad was shoved in his hands and the blond boy blinked confused. Looking down at it he read the lines that seemed to be scribbled on it hastily.

-Sorry for ditching you yesterday but I got hold up by family matters. I am also very sorry that I didn't text you back I just -

The lines got shaky at that point making it harder to read whatever followed after that. Butters carefully looked over at Douchebag who was still nervously tucking on her sleeves yet her face was blank devoted of any kind of emotion.

"It's okay!" He said cheerfully, choosing to sit down next to her on the bed. She flinched. "I am just glad that you're okay."

He also didn't miss the slight twitch in her eyes or that her shoulders seem to drop in relief just a tat bit after he said that. But Douchebags guard was still up. Butters realized what she was trying to do, or at least he had a hunch. She flinched when he got too close. But really her tucking on her sleeves, like she was constantly trying to cover her arms, was what gave it away the most. Butters had the feeling that this tick was something she most likely wasn't even aware she had developed.

So he gave her a smile, trying not to show that he noticed these things. "Don't worry I managed to handle that meeting! Everything went just the way we wanted!"

She blinked and he didn't know what she was thinking. But than she lifted her right hand and reached out for the notepad in his hands. Taking it and giving him a quick thumbs up, right then he got glimpse of black and blue coloring on her forearm. But it disappeared just as fast as she dropped her arm again to write on the notepad. The glimpse was all he had needed. The suspicion they had and acted upon was more or less confirmed. So Butters decided that this time he wouldn't let their friends get away with it.

Nervously Butters fiddled with his hands again, glancing over at his friend that was seemingly fine. Maybe she was and he was interpreting too much into the small things he noticed but then again he knew better than any of the others how Douchebag must feel right now. He had gone through something similar before, though he had stayed at the hospital back then...

Jumping of the bed Butters grinned, as he looked at his friend. "Do you think you can come to the fabric hall tomorrow? You didn't get to see the modified ball shooters yet!"

Hesitation reflected in her eyes. There was a slight shaking in her hands as she wrote on the notepad but he choose obviously ignore it.

-I can't. Got work tomorrow, remember?-

"Right! Sorry fella I kind of forgot." Sheepishly Butters rubbed the back of his head and grinned when he took note of an amused smile on her face. He couldn't help but feel just a little bit relieved. Taking out his phone Butters sent a quick message to General Disarray before turning his attention back to Douchebag and telling her about all the modified stuff his Minions made.

Guilt.

That was what Blake felt as she watched Butters walk away from her house through her window. She felt bad for lying to him but at the same time she was relieved that he believed her lie without questioning her more. But that wasn't the only reason she felt guilty, after all she had decided to do her own villain thing after Coons visit, despite Professor Chaos being her partner.

Pressing a button on her computer monitor it light up revealing the screen she had put on standby for most of the day. Her eyes wandered over the slowly growing list of names that added themselves on the petition she was running online under a false name. She had already reached the needed number of names a while ago and every name that was added now was just to support the case it was for. If it kept going like this then Trent would probably be out on probation before Tuesday.

Brown eyes blinked a few times in realization. Her powers were way stronger than her parents and not limited to Facebook and Instagram or Coonstagram. Blake frowned; her powers were more influential than she had been aware of. Wasn't her medicine supposed to block them? Yet she could still so easily raise a petition and that even under a false name. Somehow that was a little scary.

She heard her phone peep somewhere in the room, but ignored it as her attention was set on the screen as her mind return back to her own plan. If Coon wanted a double edged blade he was getting one, consequences be damned. All earlier feelings of guilt were pushed aside.

Mysterion narrowed his eyes at his phone as he noticed another drop of followers once again since the day started. A frustrated huff escaped him. As if the day hadn't been bad enough, Professor Chaos just had to pull that facebook stunt with them again.

"Is he seriously doing that again?" Human Kite muttered as he put his phone away with a sigh , looking at the others.

"Let's just go and teach him lesson… again." Toolshed shrugged, confident that they would get the follower problem under control, faster this time.

He followed after his friends, wordlessly and listened halfheartedly how they discussed of why Chaos would even try that tactic again. Mysterion had to agree that it seemed weird but how their whole Monday had went, it wasn't that weird anymore. Butters and Douchebag had basically actively ignored them their whole school day. It had made trying to talk to the girl very hard, in fact none of them had gotten a chance to talk with her at all, besides Butters had stayed close to the girl the whole time in school. He was like a barrier despite acting like usually, being all nice and so. But he also had been glaring at them behind Douchebag's back every chance he got.

If Butters' behavior had been weird and so was Douchebag's. Aside from her nearly constantly tucking down the sleeves of her hoody, she had been avoiding any kind of close contact to anyone and he felt like she had been watching Cartman throughout the whole school time. Their villains were planning something and he was sure their follower drop was part of it. It had been about time that they did something again anyway.

He was a little annoyed that he didn't manage to get another talk with Buttlord beforehand to try to convince her to switch sides or to make her consider another job. Mysterion knew that he would have to deal with this for now, he would make sure to get another chance for it though.

So here they were now standing before the fabric hall Professor Chaos had used last time and they were sure would use again. The heroes looked at each other before they nodded and entered.

What they expected where rows of tables again where Chaos Minions would be sitting on computers, spreading rumors. What they found was an empty dark hall where only the center of the room was light up. A table with a phone lay in the light, placed to get their attention.

"What the fuck is Chaos planning?" Super Craig questioned a little annoyed.

"Its Chaos, what do you expect." Mysterion muttered with his gruff voice, eyeing the shadows.

"Think it is trap?" Tupperware looked around for a moment before looking at the rest of the Freedom Pals that had come along. Tweek, Doctor Timothy, Captain Diabetes and Fastpass had chosen to stay back to do some damage control towards their follower count. Everyone else had come to the face of with Professor Chaos and Buttlord.

"Hey! That's a voice recorder!" Toolshed suddenly called over to them after he went bravely ahead to look at the phone that turned out to be a recorder. Human Kite narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he let his eyes wander around their surrounding again. "Be careful, this could be a trick!"

"Play it." Was all Mysterion added as he once again eyed the shadows, he could have sworn that he saw something move there.

[This is the Butters show! Today we will see ho-] The recording crackled and the Freedom Pals sweat drop, sometimes they really wondered if something was wrong with Butters or not.

[Uhm Sir, I think it is working now. - That's good! - Ahem. - Welcome Freedom Pals, you are probably searching me out because of that sudden follower drop throughout today. Sadly, you super heroes didn't realize something very crucial.]

They looked at each other and Mysterion had a bad feeling as he shuffled a little closer to his friends his eyes peeled on their surroundings. It looked like Professor Chaos and Buttlord were putting some real effort into this.

[This all was just a fraud to lure you out to me.]

Lights flooded the hall and they all were momentary blinded as a mechanic humming filled the air. Once vision returned to them the heroes were shocked to notice that they were surrounded by a lot of Chaos Minions, all aiming toy guns at them. But what shocked them the most were the 8 ball shooters surrounding them.

"What the fuck is this!" Super Craig shouted as he glared at the minions in his field of view.

The minions didn't answer but they all glared at them, this wasn't just their usual kind of game glare though. Mysterion did notice the show of anger some of them displayed.

"Chaos! Buttlord! What are you planning?!" He called out. His eyes wandered over the crowed of children, trying to locate these two but with no luck so far. The glare the minions were giving them seemed too intensive at that, causing Mysterion to raise an eyebrow in mild wonder.

"Buttlord won't be joining us for this, fellas." A familiar voice called from above and the heroes looked up to see Professor Chaos looking down at them. The glare he had been sending them all the same glare he had given them at school.

"What do you mean Buttlord won't be joining us?!" Human Kite shouted confused. "Aren't you two a super villain duo?"

Chaos scowled at them, his eyes narrowing. "There is no need for her to get involved with this after what you guys did to her!"

"After we did what?" Toolshed asked as they all shared a confused look which only seemed to make the villains surrounding them madder.

A soccer ball hit the ground close to them hard and the Freedom Pals present jumped in surprise. Their eyes turned to see General Disarray standing by one of the ball shooters holding another one in his hands, his eyes hard on them.

"Don't play dumb! We already know what you did! Denial is pointless!"

"These things are fucking dangerous Butters!" Human Kite shouted shocked that they were even considering using these 8 ball shooters pointed at them. Tupperware raised an eyebrow as he looked at Human Kite. Had they forgotten that one of his attacks was using a tennis ball shooter?

Mysterion didn't know how to interpret the look Chaos was giving them but something irked him. It was already strange enough that Buttlord wasn't part of this but seeing the blond boy so angry at them was unnerving. Not to mention that the reason for that was apparently something they did to Buttlord.

"And sending sixth graders after a friend isn't?" Professor Chaos retorted in a calm voice that was even more unnerving. The words the blond boy had spoken sunk into his mind and Mysterions could do nothing but only utter one word in confusion.

"What?"

This chapter really took me some time. The reason for it was because I did some character study on Butters / Professor Chaos. I really wanted to make this a good chapter for reasons coming in the future.

So uh... if you have something to say or any sort of feetback just let me know, please?

Either way I really hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

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