Remember me...? <Butters x Kenny fanfic>

C1: Memory

"Butters! Get down here this instant!"

Butters stood straight in the doorway, expecting to just be grounded for some silly thing. "Y-yes dad? What's uh... what's wrong?"

"What are these kids saying about you being s fag?!" his dad shouted at him. "Is this true?!"

"N-no dadio; uhm... that's just because; the-they d-don't-"

"Butters. You're not grounded. You will stay out of this house until you learn to be straight young man!!" Butters' dad screamed madly. "You are 15, you shouldn't be dating boys!"

Linda came in the room. "Sweetheart, whats all this fuss about?"

"Our son is a fag!"

Linda gasped at this assumption. "...at least give him some time to pack up Stephen..."

He thought for a few moments, then sighed. "Fine, Linda. For you," he turnt to Butters. "Get! Scram! You have exactly 3 hours to pack up; be lucky! GO!!"

Butters jumped at the last command with tears in his eyes. He ran up to his room and shit the door, locking it in the process. What was wrong with his parents? It was so horrid for his dad and his mom to not second guess that he wasn't gay—in which he was.

For his whole life he used to like girls and boys. He dressed like a girl sometimes, and his parents would lock him in his room for what seemed like a month. But now, it was going to be just him. No school. No anything. Just himself.

After packing for what seemed like an hour with 2 huge bags filled to the brim with clothes, everything, his room looked so... bland—the bedsheets stripped from the mattress, the dressers and tabletop of his wardrobe empty, the outlines of some glow in the dark stars that he got down from the ceiling. And his bright blue background from the wall of a great sky, fluffy white clouds decorated kind of lazily on it.

He had had posters, merch, anything that he bought himself. And of course, some money. But not just a hundred dollars. He had gotten a few thousand, his parents were strict yet he was treated like a king at some times; given five hundred a month. He was basically a rich kid, but not as open or as rich as Token.

As he opened the door and went down to the first floor, he encountered his mom and dad on the couch—his mom crying a river with mascara running down her face and her trying to pat the tears away with multiple tissues. On his other side, his dad tried to comfort her with reassurance and pats on her back. It broke Butters' heart to see his two parents in such conditions, but at the same time he felt... empty. Empty from them. They didn't have to worry about him anymore, he would be going then.

I opened the door and headed my way out so quietly no one heard me go out.

It was time to start a new life.

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That was 4 years ago...

I live in my own house now, unlimited to anything. And I left everything behind: my friends, parents, everyone. And Kenny... he was the most important person...

But... it wasn't all that bad. I still had my quirks and my girly-ness. I was still bisexual, and I'm not as innocent as I was those years ago. I was twelve, and I had no idea. My walls are painted the same now, glow-in-the-dark stars still attached to my ceiling like before. I had a whole house to myself that no one knew of—and no one bothered to find me.

But at least I made money: by becoming a stripper. A private stripper. And it wasn't those type of stripper clubs like Peppermint Hippo. It was called Stevens's Club, it was all dark except for neon colored glowing lights, everyone had accessories. We wore glowing bunny ears, contacts, bow ties, bracelets, even built in glowing undergarments and sexy stockings! I loved my job there (sorta) and it didn't seem like much of a hassle.

But that wasn't until later today, 9 PM. I was just sitting on my bed, thinking about all this.

...I just wanted my old life back...

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