You seem a little different--Kenjorine

Chapter 1⭐

(A/n: My friend @The_ArtKiller88 wanted to be tagged in this, so here they are.)

Butters Stotch sat in his room, looking out the second story window into the glistening snow. It shimmered in the golden sunlight that was sure to melt it away sometime soon. His face scrunched up as he turned away. He was debating with himself on whether it was fair to be locked in his room for protesting the upcoming moving trip they were taking.

He looked at his cracked PC monitor. In a fit of rage, his father had thrown it at the wall. He had the intent to throw it at the small, honey haired boy, but he had missed.

Butters sighed as he waddled slowly over to his bead, eyes filling with tears. He was certain he'd never see his friends again after he got in that car. He hated that car. He'd almost been killed in that car.

Butters was grounded again. Grounded like he was all the time. Grounded because his stupid parents were so stupidly stupid. As he climbed into bed, he figured this whole situation was stupid. He wasn't sure why his parents would be so furious about his unhappiness.

Butters thought of Kenny. Kenny was his best friend. Of course, he had loads of best friends. Butters was an extremely friendly kid. However. Kenny was his best best friend. He felt bad for prioritizing Kenny over everyone else, but he couldn't help it.

He grabbed a rocket ship that sat tipped over on his blue bedding. He took some time to feel the smooth, simple plastic before picking it up. He flew it in a straight line, then turned it around, and flew it again. He repeated this process while making a loud SHHHH sound with his mouth.

As he did this, he thought about how simple this was. He needed more simple. Everything in his life was so complicated, so unnecessary. Sometimes, he needed a break. He felt as if it was something that would never happen, but he so desperately craved it.

Most would have thought Butters to be a simple kid with not a thought behind his wide, sparkling eyes. However, Butters had nothing but thoughts behind his eyes. Thought after thought, racing and racing to a pointless finish line as the track wrapped around the inside of his brain.

He groaned as he flopped forward, burying his face into his pillow and sniffling. He was sure his eyes had puffed past his rosy cheeks, and he didn't want his parents to come in and ground him longer for crying. He was so hungry. He wanted dinner again.

Out of the blue, a large CLINK! sounded from Butters' window. It startled him, and he drew a deep breath of air in before realizing it was just his friends. This was the way they normally got his attention, figuring he was most likely never anywhere but his room. Locked in. Trapped.

Butters slid open the window slowly, careful to not alert his parents he was doing so, as they were probably downstairs doing chores.

As he poked his head out of the window, he shivered at the cold air that hit his tear stained face. "Hey, Fellas!" He called out to his friends, voice shaking.

His friends stood in a line that consisted of Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, and Eric Cartman. Cartman was first to notice his face was wet and pink, and he did not hesitate to rail on him about it.

"Butters, were you crying?" He asked with concern that was painfully obviously fake. As Butters was about to deny, Cartman went on talking again.

He laughed loudly. "HAHA, BUTTERS WAS CRYING. LITTLE BABY BUTTERS. LITTLE PISS BABY BUTTERS. YOU HEAR THAT, LITT-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CARTMAN!" Kyle had interrupted Eric, his voice high and angry. This effectively silenced the heavy child, and he went back to just staring at Butters.

"Butters, are you okay?" Kyle called, trying not to be too loud, as he knew that Butters was most likely grounded. He was fearful of alerting Mr. and Mrs. Scotch.

"Yeah, Fellas, I'm fine, but..." he trailed off, using his cyan blue sleeve to wipe his teary eyes. The freezing breeze passed by, ruffling Butters' unprotected hair. It sent a chill through every one of the boys at the house.

It was hard for Butters to say what he had to say. Leaving his best friends was the most unbearably awful thing he could think of. "Guys, I...I'm moving away," he confessed, his voice miserable and hushed.

The boys down on the sidewalk were shocked. Even Eric had his mouth hung open. "What!?" Stan exclaimed, his first sentence in the entirety of the conversation. "You can't move away!" He roared, clenching his fists. Kyle turned to him and muttered something to him, and he pressed his lips together, silent again.

"Where are you going to, Butters?" Kyle questioned, his hands cupped around his mouth.

"I'm not completely sure," he admitted, head hung low. "Mom and Dad said they wanna go somewhere warm. I think we're moving out of Colorado."

This news surprised the gang even more. Stan sighed, pulling at his cheeks so his bottom eyelids revealed the pink muscles under. (A/n: I have no fucking idea what it is, I searched it up and I think it's called the inferior palpebral sulcus.)

Kyle sighed, putting his hand to his face. Cartman looked like he was about to burst out laughing. Don't be like Cartman. Nobody likes Cartman.

"Good riddance, Piss Baby!" Cartman howled dramatically, walking off. He waved his hand full-heartedly, as if a small one wouldn't do.

Kyle screamed high pitched gibberish at him as he walked off. God, those two hated each other so much.

"Oh, Hamburgers, Fellas! What if I never see ya'll again?" Butters cried, his eyes welling up again.

"Don't worry, Butters! We won't let that happen!" Kyle reassured, his eyes narrow. "We'll come up with something! We'll come back once we figure it out," and with that, he grabbed Stan by the hand and led him away. Butters watched as they got smaller and smaller, disappearing into the sun.

Butters sighed, closing the window slowly. He locked it before laying back on his bead, the springs creaking loudly. His eyes welled up again.