Welcome Back To South Park (1)

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Butters POV

"Alright mom, that should be the last box" I bring my arm up, ridding the beads of sweat from my forehead. My mother smiles kindly at me, her slight wrinkles highlighting her face. "Thank you sweetie, I'd not have been able to do it without you" I smile back at her, nodding my head "of course mom, it's my house too"

I guess I should explain a little as to what's going on here... Hi! My name is Leopold Stotch, more commonly known as Butters, and I'm 32 years old. I still live with my mother, my father's been dead for a while after getting into an accident with another car. I've been taking care of my mother as her mental state slowly dwindles, the doctors have said she has severe dementia so it's only a matter of time. But I believe she, although abusive in my younger years, deserves love in her final days.

"I know that silly, now come on, let's make dinner, then you can socialize with your old friends later" Right... My old friends. "I was thinking of maybe... Not talking to those people for a while, so we could get settled in?" She lovingly scoffs "Leopold, what am I gonna do with you?" She then bites her lip, getting a concerned look on her face "When's your father going to be home? He'd normally help us unpack" I sigh and force a smile "Mom, dad's not coming home, he's dead, remember?" Her face contorts sadly "Oh right..."

After about an hour or so, everything was unpacked. I did most of the work but that's just because mom got too tired after 12 boxes and had to go sleep, but I'm was fine with that, I don't want her to overwork herself.

As I was heading upstairs I heard a knock at the door 'Fiddle sticks- I forgot South Park has a welcoming comittee... Shoot... Uhm... aha!' I rush upstairs and put on one of my wigs, then toss on something I'd never wear unless in cosplay, then run back downstairs and open the door. I immediately am welcomed by Sheila. "Hi! I'm Sheila, the head of the welcoming committee and noticed you'd just moved into town. What's your name? And is anyone else with you? I'd also like to say hi to them" an audible groan is heard behind Sheila "I uh... My name is Marjorine, and yeah, I'm living here with my mother... She's asleep at the moment" Sheila nods, handing me a basket of... Flowers? I look at them and force a smile "Thanks, my mother will like these-" a Curly ginger forces his way Infront of Sheila "Mom, stop giving people floral arrangements, no one wants them. Sorry, my name is Kyle.... You kinda look like someone I used to know in middle school..." I chuckle nervously "Yeah? That's cool... I should go back inside, thanks" I close the door carefully, as to not be rude.

Pacing my room after setting the flowers up downstairs, I was muttering to myself, having taken off the wig and the dress. "I don't want them to know that it's little ol butters... Ugh-" I hear my window open and jump back... 'No one's there... Maybe it's just the locks on the old window...' I walk back over and close it, then turn away and sigh, walking to my bathroom and getting ready for bed. Lying down on my bed and discarding my shirt and pants, I go under the covers and attempt to drift off... Until I feel a drift from my window. I look up and notice it's open yet again... "I could've sworn I closed it-" I notice a note now on the window. I get back up and grab it

'ᨶꪊᡶꫀ ꪉꪶꪊꫀ ꫀꪗꫀక
ᡶꫝꫀ ᨶꪊᡶꫀకᡶ ꪖకక
ᡶꫝꫀ ᨶꪊᡶꫀకᡶ ᠻꪖᨶꫀ
ꪮ᭢ꫀ ᦔꪖꪗ, ꪗꪮꪊ'ꪶꪶ ꪉꫀ
ꪑ ỉ ᭢ ꫀ'
(Cute blue eyes
The cutest ass
The cutest face
One day, you'll be
M i n e)

I visibly cringe 'Who the hell would write this.... Wait... What's this' I then pick up something off the floor... A light blue rose, a wrap around it saying 'Just like the old days, huh bunny?' I throw the rose to the side... I'm too tired to deal with this tonight. I make sure to use the deadbolt on my window and close it, then head to my bed and lay down, drifting off anxiously.

"Goodnight my dearest"

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Satisfactory? I hope so.
A tiny bit into what this story'll hopefully become (if it doesn't become motivation draining)
And like always
Drink water, eat enough food to atleast keep you going

-Your Local Insomniac <3

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