Butters was sitting on his bed, by himself, lost in thought. He remembers it so clearly..
It was a Friday evening, the darkness of the starry night seen through the window in his room, only the light of the moon making the strange outside visible.
He remembers it so clearly..
Today after school, he saw his good friend, Kenny, getting ran over by a passing car. It wasn't a great view for Butters.. blood all over the scene. Of course, Kenny didn't make it.
Butters wasn't crying, no. But, he felt horrible. Losing your best friend? Horrible. He doesn't believe it even happened, it happened so fast, it was shocking, sad, horrible..
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Butters heard it, but he didn't care, he didn't move a muscle, still thinking about the death.
His mother, Linda, was washing the dishes downstairs, but quickly dried her hands and walked to the front door. She opens the door, but Butters can't see who it is, nor does he care.
"Hello, Mrs. Stotch. Is Butters here? I'd like to hang out with him if that's okay?" Said a voice, which for Butters, sounded very familiar.
No, it couldn't be.. Butters thought when he heard the voice, the familiar voice. He quickly gets up from his bed, rushing out of his room, now standing at the top of the stairs, staring down at the person who came in. Butters' eyes widen.
"K-KENNY?" Butters exclaimed when he saw that the person was actually Kenny. Isn't he dead? I saw him die, why is he here? What is he doing here? Thoughts flow into head as he stands at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely shocked.
