Kenny Pov
It feels like my head is in pieces, but every part of me loved him, my buttercup. He was all I'd ever wanted, all I ever needed. Now he is mad at me and scared of me, but he has no reason to be. I would never hurt him, will I just hit him. But he made me do it. He knows better than to yell at me, but I don't see it as a hit. When I think about it, it was a love tap, all just to teach him a little lesson. Just like how a parent would punish a child to teach them right from wrong, that's exactly what I'm doing to Butter. I'm teaching him, and I know in the end, we will be happy.
Once I'm back upstairs, I see Craig sitting there. "Hey, man, I'm ready," I tell him. He stands up and we walk out the door. Craig has always been more messed up than me. When he turned 16, he told everyone that his parents and little sister went to stay with their grandparents to help them out, but they never came back. Eventually, everyone forgot about them and life went back to normal. I was in jail when this happened, but I knew right away that Craig killed them. Butters used to write to me every day, and that's how I kept up with everything when I was in jail. He was the only thing keeping me going. Craig was messed up in the head, which is why we were secretly best friends. Like me, he's obsessed with someone, and his family was getting in the way, so he killed them. But something happened. I told him to keep a close eye on Tweek, but he didn't listen, and now Tweek is sleeping with Clyde. He was so mad that he killed Clyde, but no one knows that yet. Craig is really good at taking his time and making sure everything is perfect for his kills, unlike me. I'm a bit messy about it. But he's been willing to help me, so now I have to help him kidnap Tweek. He will kill Tweek's mom and make it look like they moved away because of the murder. I'm a bit jealous that he's better than me at this, but hey, he has more practice than me. Damn feds.
We finally arrive at Tweek's house. Craig gives me a mask, and we enter. They always keep the back door locked, but today when Craig was there, he made sure to unlock it. We get into the house. He goes to Tweek's mom's room, and I head to Tweek's room. Before we left, Craig gave me some chloroform. I put it on an old rag and held it to his face. He started screaming and struggling, but he was small, so I easily overpowered him, and soon he was out.
The plan was for me to get Tweek and take him to Craig's house along with Butters, and then Craig would take care of the rest. I used the backwoods to return to Craig's house and slowly brought Tweek to Craig's room. I tied him to the bed and looked at the poor fool. He did this to himself; he knew Craig was like that. Well, he didn't know about the murder, but he did know Craig was crazy about him. I left him there to sleep it off.
I go to the basement to check on my Buttercup. I pecked in and saw he was sleeping. I closed the door to let him sleep. I would give him painkillers when he wakes up in a couple of hours. Craig comes home and says, "It's done." He tells me he looks exhausted. "Everything is good on my end. I didn't even leave a mark on him." "There better not be or I," he starts, but I cut him off. "I know I wouldn't do that to you, man. You have done too much for me already, helping hide the bodies and letting me and Butters live here in the basement apartment. Your the best." Craig's parents were making the basement into an apartment to make some more money, but once it was done, Craig killed them before they could rent it out, luckily for me. Craig is letting me rent it from him.
He only needs me to help him sell. Craig sells all types of drags. He's big in the game right now. Before I went to jail, I was the biggest. But what can you do? Then the cop come. Lucky for Craig, he's making so much that he's paid off most of the cops in town. Craig likes to pretend he doesn't have much. But he has more money than Token has ever had. "Go get your shit I'll hold things down here." Craig, tells me as he starts to walk upstairs. I hate to leave Butters for even a minute, but I do need to get mine and his things. His parents didn't consider the cops lucky for me but sad for my lover, but it's fine; he had me, and I'm all he needs.
