Butters POV:
My first waking sensation was the dull throb of a migraine. It was cold, and damp. No light was to be found, and my bare skin seethed with pressure while it rested on the concrete floor. Where the fuck am I? Wha- oh my goodness... I-, I can't believe this is happening. Nonononononono what the fuck no WHAT THE FUCK! How could Kenny do this to me? I loved him so much, this feels fake, I don't wanna- no, aahhgg! Wha-. My panic was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, am I in a basement? I sat up and tried to stand but was overtaken by a dizzy spell and immense pain in my head.I vomited on the floor in front of me and collapsed on my hands and knees, panting, sick, hurt. The love of my life had done this to me and it was beginning to set in with me what a monster he really was. Tears fell down onto my hands, "uuuaaahhh" I wailed with half effort. Unable to manage much more.
A bright light filled the room with a "scweeeee". A broad figure filled the doorway. The menace was carrying what looked like a metal pail, and a small plate. The figure descended the stairs and fear welled within me with each step. "Who... Who are you?". The figure gave no response. I could see now that he was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, but his face was wrapped with a dull grey t-shirt. "Who are you!? What do you want!? Why am I here!? WHERE IS KENNY!?!?". My interrogation provided nothing but a nasally "Shut up!". I slumped down to the floor, not quite letting my guard down, but allowing myself to recover from my still throbbing injuries. He set the items down on a small dingy table, and gave me an empty glance. Wait... is that... "Craig, is that you?" I muttered weakly. He gave no response, and ascended the stairs. Leaving me once again in total darkness.
Some time passed, I'm unsure exactly how long. But it must have been between 30 minutes and an hour before any stimulus arose. First came sharp, booted footsteps. Then, a brief conversation between two voices, one recognizably bassy. It was Kenny. My heart still felt that flutter knowing he was here, but my mind knew better. I sat up and braced myself against whatever wall I could find. His footsteps domineered towards the door, and it flung open. "Darling!" He shouted with genuine excitement as he threw himself down the dusty set of steps. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!" I kicked my feet and pushed myself further into the wall, trying to escape his fatal embrace. "Well that's no way to treat your hubby isn't it darling?" He pressed his body against mine, and caressed my cheek with his dirty fingers, leaving a small coat of dirt to be gradually washed off by the tears that had begun to run down my face. He felt me up before pulling himself away reluctantly, I slumped to the floor. 'I'm sorry to leave you down here by yourself but you were so dramatic, and I just had to make sure you didn't do anything drastic. You understand, don't you?" "wh-what?" I whimpered. "Ah nevermind. But don't you worry! You'll have a friend soon enough." He carried no weight in his words, despite the insanity of his actions. "what friend?..." He didn't respond. "WHAT FRIEND KENNY!?!?" He swung his arm with great force and hit me in my cheek. "DON'T YOU FUCKING SHOUT AT ME!!!" He cleared his throat before continuing. "You'll find out soon enough, you have a bathroom bucket and some food. Make do with it." He marched towards the stairs, but took a brief moment to collect himself before making his way up. "I love you Butters, All this is temporary ok hun?" He shut the door with a squeak and a thunk.
I was left alone once again. Surrounded by the bitter darkness of this prison, only this time with another throbbing pain. I lie in the same position he left me in, until I began to drift off. Thinking thoughts of home, and comfort
