A Letter for Butters (A South Park one-shot)

Butters Stotch × Kenny McCormick fanfiction. The characters belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

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It's been a week since the fourth graders sat in a room filled with awkwardness and sadness, seeing an empty chair between the said room. A chair on where the boy, who knew the whole, new world of perversity and inherits the extreme gaming skills, sat on.

A boy named Kenny McCormick.

I wasn't the only one saddened by the event. Stan and Kyle frowned for days, feeling a tidbit lonely without the boy mentioned. Eric gave out a small speech that day; the day when our counsellor and our principal knocked down our door to tell the shocking news. But, a thought runs to me that he doesn't even care now.

Odd enough, I hanged out with Kenny rarely. Whenever Eric invites me to play or, most likely, teases me, Kenny was always there to comfort me. Perhaps, pat me on the back, as he says such sweet words. Honestly, I half-understand his muffled words, but he is special to me. I will try my best to do anything, just to encode his words.

Now, he is gone. Poverty hits them hard. Kenny, along with his siblings, just went to foster homes in North Park, which is actually further than Canada for me. I also heard Stan went crazy, going as far as to ask his parents to adopt Kenny. But, Kyle meekly says that 'Kenny would like to stay with his siblings more' or something along with those words.

If you wonder how I'm doing, well, I cry myself to sleep. My dad would knock into my room and shout, "Go outside and play, Butters!" but I can't just feel like playing. Dad would just leave as I hear Mom murmuring that he should leave me alone. I appreciate her understanding, but I feel abandoned and lonely.

But sometimes, I go and overhear the Bar and hear that they greatly miss Stuart drinking beside all of them. His funny stories about his odd jobs and the McCormick family habits. I just, you know, giggle at that nostalgic feeling rising from my chest, wanting Kenny back in South Park.

The next day, I arrive at the bus stop as sadness overwhelms me with three children who lost a friend. "H-Hey, fellas. How are you doing?" I asked, feeling a frown crawls to my face.

"Hi Butters," Stan meekly replies without even looking at me in the eyes. Kyle simply ignored me, but I know he acknowledged my presence being here. To me, Stan and Kyle really took this hard. The eye bags under there colored eyes just darkened every single day. On the other hand, Eric kept babbling about things I really can't understand, so I didn't bother to listen.

The bus came and realization hits me. Why not take action now? Seeing Kyle and Stan like this just makes me puke. Craig, oddly, shows the same condition; dark eye bags and lousy behaviour. He doesn't even flip off Mr. Macky! Well, he also has taken a liking to Kenny's kind side, just like how that ample side affected me, too.

"Get in, Butters," the new driver alerts me, but I took a step back. My companions turned back, their eyes filled with shock.

"Butters, you can't save Kenny," Kyle just mutters, putting hidden sincerity between every word.

"Come on," Stan mutters, as well, turning his back against me. The other two followed, marching along the steps of the school bus. I hesitated greatly.

The consequences of not going to school would be another grounding from my Dad. But the results of trying to make contact with our loved friend, Kenny? Totally worth the grounding, for me.

"S-Sorry, fellas, I need to go somewhere," said I as I disappeared from their vision. Cartman shouted something about 'faggot' but I clearly don't know what it means.