Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

Concern

A/N: In reference to the picture above, I don't want this to continue. You guys know who you are who continuously do this. Thanks!

You're eating the pizza your mom got for you from the cafeteria when the boys stir awake. You don't even see it at first, too interested in your meal to notice them. You almost choke on the treat when you hear Clyde crying out your name. "(Y/nnnn)!"

You're enveloped in his arms before you can even react and he squeezes you so tight that pain shoots through your entire body. His arms are pressing against the many wounds you have on your tummy and waist. When you wince, he flinches back with an ashamed expression. "A-Ah, I'm sorry..." He stammers.

"You have to be more careful, jackass," Kyle huffs, pushing him away from you. Instead, he takes your hand as gently as possible. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm... in a lot of pain," you admit, not able to look him in the eye. You feel so horrible knowing that they had to save your ass. You feel weak. You feel exposed. They had to have known that you were almost sexually assaulted. They saw you before you passed out. The thought makes you feel even worse. But, at the same time, you are incredibly grateful.

"Jimmy tried his best to heal you as much as possible," Token tells you, but not before he checks to see if your mother is in the room or not. She is not. "But we're not able to fix everything... I'm so sorry that we couldn't get to you sooner."

"Token..." You sigh, warmth flooding your cheeks. They really do care about you. "It's not your guys' fault. It's mine for being stupid and going off by myself. I should have known better."

"B-But... There wasn't any way for you to know that, GAH! That something like that would have h-happened!" Tweek protests with a shake of his head. "I-It's not your f-fault! It's those stupid men's fault that t-they decided to h-hurt you!"

That... Well, you can't really disagree with that. You deflate a little bit, bringing your gaze down to your lap with a small frown. "... You guys probably think I'm weak, huh?"

"Not at all," Kenny disagrees. "We never once thought of you as weak. It's them that were weak. They had to sneak up on you to get you and tie you up. They knew that you could overpower them if they hadn't done that, doll."

"I don't even know why they would hurt a girl like you anyway. You have no enemies!" Butters sighs, exasperated.

Maybe it's time you tell them the truth. You check if your mother is back from the bathroom. Thankfully, she's not. You shut your eyes with a shaky breath. "Actually, I do. Because I'm one of the ones who put Chad Garthunk away."

"What? (Y/n), that's ridiculous. The people who put him away are the Freedom Pals," Stan interjects, furrowing his brow in confusion.

Dovakiin looks at you with a certain fondness in his eye. He nods in your direction, letting you know that he supports your decision in finally telling them. You let out a hum in return.

"I know that. I know that the Freedom Pals took him down and how they did it. Because I'm Butterfly."

"No... no, that can't be true. If you were Butterfly, then we would have known that by now!"

"Why would you hide your identity from us anyway?" Cartman frowns deeply, looking offended by this.

"It's not like we would judge you—" Craig points out.

"Shut up and listen to her," Dovahkiin's voice rings out in the room. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. You thought he couldn't talk at all! Is he just... selectively mute most of the time? A shiver goes up your spine. His voice... it's cute...