Butters POV - At Cartman's
"Jeez, Butters! You're doing it all wrong!"
I drop the bucket of slime I'm holding, startled. Aw, was I being trouble again?
"Oh, h-hamburgers! Sorry, Eric!" I stammer, quickly leaning over to grab the bucket I just dropped. How do I keep being such an unhelpful mess? Eric will think I'm a loser. When I pick it up, he's staring at me with a newfound glint in his eyes. How strange.
Eric glanced away and muttered, "Wow. Butters, you're so careless with your hands that you might as well be that chick from KFC who gave me five chicken tenders instead of the usual six."
I sigh, it's almost time for me to go anyway. I might as well get it over with.
He coughs and glances away, "It's fine."
Okay, that was surprising. Normally he'd give me a fist in the face. Maybe he's gotten nicer!
"Asslicker!" he blurts, perturbing me.
Soooo, not nice.
"I need to go." I catch his face expression shift, but it's probably nothing. He jokes around all the time (especially at me, ha ha).
"Bye, Eric!" I flash him a happy grin. Eric can be a good friend sometimes, I think, so I'll just keep being bright and cheerful towards him until that kind person on the inside pops out for a while.
"Faggot." He grits, practically shoving me out the door. Then, he adds, a little more quietly, "Have a decent day."
The door slams in my face, and I finally relax. Time to go home. Yay.
Butter's house - bedtime
"G'night, mum and dad!" I close my door quietly and jump onto my bed. I've been waiting for this the whole day. Finally, finally, finally, I can see him.
When I hear the bushes outside my window rustle, my body shivers unexpectedly with anticipation.
Here he comes.
A boy in a dark purple coat and a black mask covering his eyes peeps on top of my window.
"Heya, Mysterion!" I grin as he climbs onto my windowsill.
Mysterion returns my smile and answers in that fake deep voice of his, "Hi, Butters."
He tries to look nonchalant, but I can see his happiness by the way his eyes shine when he looks at me. It's kinda cute.
"I wasn't expecting you so early, miss me?" I smirk, moving over a bit to the side of my bed so he can jump on.
"Yup, I'm soooo obsessed with you, wonderful job detective!" He says sarcastically while he hops on, leaning back and getting into a comfortable position.
"Detective Butters." I correct smugly, sidling a bit more to the head of my bed so he isn't too close to me.
Mysterion catches my move to be further from him, grins and leans closer, enough so his nose is just barely touching mine. The slight movement makes the green question mark on his head wobble. I pull back in alarm, but that just makes him tilt more. My face burns, I'm lucky its dark in my room so he won't see.
"What are you doing?" I mumble.
"You looked cute with that star hair clip yesterday at school." Mysterion reaches up and brushes a lock of hair behind my ear, looking intently into my eyes. I can feel my face heating even more.
I push him away and sigh. "Why can't you tell me who you are already? I'm so curious!"
"Well, curiosity killed the cat, Butters." He replies apologetically. His expression is all fake pouting, though. "I don't want my buttercup to die, obviously."
He looks at me deeply. "And I love you too much."
"Stop saying that." I roll my eyes.
"But it's true." He replies.
"Don't you have a bedtime or something?" I ask him, wondering if I can find out more about his life and therefore finding out his secret identity.
"My parents don't care that much, and... uh, I like being here with you." Everything seductive Mysterion says makes my face a bit redder, and I'm sure I've reached the top tier of blushing by now.
"Well, I do. And I better get to sleep before I'm grounded again." I say in a breathless voice, agitated. But I deserve the punishments, most of the time. People try to tell me otherwise, but they're wrong! Mother knows best, after all. And father.
His eyes cloud over. "Dang. You're parents are the worst." I ignore his comment.
I watch him head over to the balcony with disappointment. This meeting was so short.
"Wait."
His head pivots so he's facing me. "Yeah, Butters?"
I crawl over and kiss him on the cheek, then I whisper,
"See you at school, mystery man."
Stunned, he heads out the window and beams at me, his expression full of desire.
"See you soon, buttercup."
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The boy with the hello kitty hairclip - DISCONTINUED
General FictionKenny likes Butters a lot but only his Mysterion persona knows how to rizz him up. Will he ever be brave enough to tell him how he feels? One day, he decides that he's ready. He'll tell Butters the truth. But Cartman always gets in the goddamn way.
