South Park Oneshots (Requests Open)

Leopold 'Butters' Stotch // Beat Up

Date: 7/2/20
Time: 4:32PM
Age: 17
Extra: First post in a while bc I took a mental health break. I'm doing better, still bad but better. School's starting up soon, same day as 5 months with my girlfriend. 13 days clean from sh. I'll be posting a new book soon, a Kenny x Reader. Life's going good. Anyway, info about the oneshot, it's a little bit on the longer side. About 4800-4900 words
TW: use of the f slur

"Oh, calm down, Mom! I'll be fine if I stay inside for one day," I said with a huff. "We just moved in! I can make friends some other day!"

"Y/N M/N, we've finally gotten everything unpacked and we've been here for a week! You've been inside the entire time! You can go outside and make some friends!" My mom exclaimed. She was worried before we'd left that I would try to be secluded but, I guess, she wasn't having that. "Look, the neighbor's boy is out. I'm sure he's pleasant. Go talk to him."

I looked out the window she was looking out to see a boy sitting in front of the neighbor's house, on the sidewalk. He had a few pieces of chalk around him and was blowing bubbles. While childish, it looked like fun and I hadn't drawn with chalk or blown bubbles in a while.

"Mom, I'm sure he couldn't even harm a fly," I said with a small laugh. She nodded in agreement. "Of course, he's probably 'pleasant'."

"Go make friends with him. He'll probably be a better influence on you than your old friends," she said, turning back to the T.V. I sighed and rolled my eyes, slipping my shoes on and pulling my coat on.

I walked outside, zipping my coat up and stuffing my hands in my pockets. I walked up to the boy and stared down at him, waiting for him to notice me.

It took a few seconds for him to look over and see me but, when he did, he smiled up at me.

"Well, hi! I'm Butters! Are you the new neighbor's kid?" He asked, tilting his head like a puppy.

"Yeah. I'm Y/N. Is your name actually Butters?" I asked, sitting down beside him. He turned to face me, making it seem as if I had sat in front of him.

"No. But it's what everyone calls me so I just started introducing myself as Butters," he said, waving the bubble wand and making bubbles fly.

"What's your real name?" I asked, grabbing a piece of the chalk. I started drawing a few lines on the sidewalk, not really trying to draw anything specific.

"Leopold," he said after a second of hesitation. "Nobody calls me by Leopold though so it's easier to just call me Butters."

"Why does nobody call you Leopold? It's not a bad name," I said, glancing over at him. He was trying to pick up a bubble that had frozen in mid-air and drifted to the ground. "I actually kinda like it."

"I don't know. I don't really remember why people started calling me Butters," he said, accidentally popping the bubble and frowning. He looked back over at me and smiled. "But it's okay. I don't mind it."

"Well. I'm gonna call you Leopold," I said with a smile. "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah! I don't really mind," he said, grabbing one of the other pieces of chalk. "What're you drawing?"

"Oh...I don't really know, honestly," I said. "What're you gonna draw?"

"I don't know. I've just been drawing stars and stuff," he said, gesturing to the bit of the sidewalk behind him. "I don't really know how to actually draw."

"I don't either," I said with a shrug. "It's fine though. It's fun to just draw random stuff."

"Yeah. But none of the other guys will draw with me. They think we're too old for chalk and bubbles. But I like them," he said, keeping his eyes focused on what he was drawing.