Brainwashed Hatred

Chapter 16

Disclaimer: This chapter is Mysterion and Butters's perspective after they left the lair after Mysterion got shot. So, basically, this chapter is Bunny fanfiction. It doesn't affect the story, but it was part of the roleplay so I am including it (In Chapter 17 it gives background for their waking up). If you do not like Bunny or just don't care, then skip to Chapter 17. 

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Kenny and Butters arrived at Butters's house. "Ken?" Butters asked softly. "Do you wanna stay over at my house again tonight?"

"Oh, am I finally getting laid?" Kenny began to laugh, covering his mouth with scarf. "Kidding, kidding." His face became red as he laughed harder.

Butters squeaked loudly, covering his own blushing face with his hands. "Dude, shut up!!" He punched Kenny lightly in the arm. He began to cough from laughing so hard.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it!" When they got to the front door, they were both still laughing. "M'sir, after you." He tipped an imaginary fedora, doing his best to stifle his laughter.

Butters giggled softly, nudging him. "M'sir? Really?" He took off his helmet and pretended to flip long hair. "Honey, you can call me m'bitch." He unlocked the door and strutted inside, snickering.

Kenny began to laugh even harder. He followed Butters in and closed the door. "Alright, then, m'bitch." He pulled down his hood and ruffled his hair a bit. He then took off his mask and gloves and placed them on the coffee table. Butters followed suit, setting his gloves, helmet, and boots next to the table. 

"Did you want to borrow a pair of pajamas? I have a pair that would fit you." Butters sat down on the couch as he asked, running a hand through his hair.

"No, I'm fine." Kenny sat down next to him, letting out a sudden gasp. "Holy shit. This is the comfiest couch ever!"

Butters smiled brightly and laughed. "Yeah, it is, I just got it recently."

Kenny grinned back. "Dude, this couch is sweet."

"Gee, thanks, Ken. Say, did you want something to eat or drink?" Butters was already walking to the kitchen as he asked.

"Just a water, please."

Butters nodded, grabbing him a glass and filling it with water, all the while humming softly. When he returned to the living room, he handed Kenny the glass. As Kenny drank his water, the two sat in silence. Neither of them really knew what to say.

Kenny finally spoke up. "So today was, um, interesting..."

"Yep. Honesty didn't expect the broken nose, though. I kinda sound like Mosquito..." He mumbled the last part.

"Ha, yeah, kinda. But he mainly sounds like," Kenny plugged his nose and made a 'Bzzzztt' sound.

Butters giggled. "Yeah, your right, that does sound like him."

"Yeah, it's fun to mimic other people's voices. I do it a lot when I'm bored." Kenny shrugged, drinking more of his water.

"Ooh, what about me? Can you mimic my voice??"

"I can try." Kenny cleared his throat, thinking of what to say. "Oh great Jesus, son of-" He coughed, barely getting through the sentence using Butters's voice. "Okay, dude, that was hard."

Butters covered his mouth as he began to laugh. "That was good, you almost got it. Though it's weird, I still sound like such a fourth grader, but just a little deeper. Some people say it's cute, but I don't know."