Mystie ( A South Park Bunny Fanfic ) COMPLETED

Chapter 8

// There's self harming in this chapter It's kinda detailed. If you get sick easily or self harm is a trigger for you: skip that part because it's gorey//

Kenny POV:

It was raining heavily and I was sprinting relentlessly through thick mud and slush. After Butters had locked himself in his room, I had to do something quick. Yes I'm Mysterion now, but it's  not to make him like me more. It's to stop him from doing something he'll regret. My legs - well my whole body - were numb from how fast I had been running. My breaths were heavy and tight in my throat. Soon his house was close in my view and I was able to  climb his wall despite being on the verge of passing out. I spotted him through the swarming darkness. His back was against the was and all I could see was him slightly moving his elbow back and forth from time to time. He made noises that couldn't be deciphered from crying or laughing. I contemplate whether or not I should call him. Taking in a deep breath, my lips part to call him.

" Butters? What are you doing, angel?" I softly murmured as not to frighten him.

" H-Huh? AH! M-MYSTIE! W-where's did y-you g-g-g-get here?!" He spun around, dropping something metal- sounding at the instant.

" Don't be worried, I just came now. How are you?" My words were calm and quiet. I treated him like a bomb that would go off any second

" I-I-I'm f-f-f-fine! Please... g-go. I don't want you to see me l-l-like this." Heavy whimpers infected his speaking. Silently I tiptoe into the room and place hand on mine.

" You can tell me. I'm here." I reassured him then giving him a peck  on the cheeks. It was dark, but all I could see was him putting arms infront of me. I couldn't see what was on them though.

" Feel." He gestured his head at his arms. I followed accord- OH GOD IS THAT BLOOD!?

My now stained gloved was yanked away from the mutilated arm.

" Butters! Y-you were cut-" I stopped dead through my sentence by a series of sobs. I turned on the light then lifted my angel to his bed. Looking closer I noticed there were a couple of words on carved out either arm.

Desensitised on his right and I want to leave on his left. I examined the arm futher. The cuts were all clustered with some going so deep; I was sure I'd see the bone. The blood just contined to seep through what seemed like openings to a botmless hole.What was scaring me the most were two things

1. Some of these look like they date back to months ago.

2. If they're aren't all self inflicted.

I put my clean hand to his face and kissed him on his lips. He turned back up to me with desperate, teary eyes.

" Mystie... Stay... I n-n-n-need you. What if I... d-do something... that'll be my l-l-last mistake." Butters was panicking now. I pulled him onto my lap and held him in a tight embrace. He clinged onto my arm and rested his head on me. My hands rubbed his own arms through his blood-smeared clothes.

" You wanna tell me what happened?" Guilt struck me as I already knew and the chance that this would hurt him is still very real. So is the chance he'll feel better, so it's worth it.

Maybe of you would've just shut your mouth in the first place he wouldn't be-

Fuck off me. Just as I hoped he explained the while situation to me. He seemed at peace and serene when he let it all out. Fingers stroking through his hair, I beam at him as I settled his head onto my chest.

" I'm sorry, angel. That guy was a complete-"

" You don't have to say any of that. None of this us your fault. It's enough that you came. You don't have to make me feel better." Butters dismissed, rubbing tears from his eyes.

" Well I want to and you can't make me stop." I huffed and stuck my tounge out as a joke. The smaller burst into laughter and punched me playfully.

" Mystie, you're the best. I thought I'd be stuck here wallowing im self pit untill I was 22  before I met you." Butters breathed out in relief.

" How Oddly specific. Why 22?" I questioned.

" Oh! Be-because when I'm 22, I plan to start my dance career back up. I know it sounds st-

" Wait really? You dance?" Again, already knew this, but still.  Taking it back up again sounds really interesting. Since he's  fucking tits at it //mean girls anyone?\\.  

" Y-yeah I did my proper dancing when I was 4 but broke my leg that one time. I still love it." You can honestly see the spark in his eyes when he swoons like that.

" Care... to show me? Only if it doesn't hurt." I signaled to his floor. He nodded and giggled, taking the floor.

Skillfully, preformed a handstand with now hesitations- and I was already clapping- but he wasn't finshed yet. His left leg firmly reached the ground with both legs being straight and his back was curvier than a smile. Then he pushed himself up and ended with the splits.

" Wooohoo!! Yes! That's my angel." I cheered and clapped enthusiastically. I guessed he needed the support. His cute little face was blushing so much. Of course it only made him look more adorable. He yawned a bit rubbed his eyes.

" Wanna sleep, angel?" I dug him up in my arms.

" As long as you stay." He murmured, half- asleep. I placed him in his bed and curled up next him. His covers were stained too at this point so I just put my cape around him.

" I love you, Angel." I cooed. I got snores back from Butters. He was asleep. I chuckled and soon fell asleep myself.

-----------------------Morning-----------------------

Butters POV:

I hadn't got much sleep that night. In all honesty I woke up an hour after I slept. There's a certain time you get tired of laying in your bed so I rolled out of it. It was 7:30. I should probably wake him up since I was catching the bus in a hour.

" Mystie. Hey I gotta go to school soon. I can't leave you here." I delicately nudged him.  After a couple of tries, he pushed himself up to my level to kiss my lips.

" Ngh.. What time is it? "  The superhero moaned. It was adorable to see him like this.

" 7:30. I'm gonna go have a shower. Feel free to wake up during then."  I giggled and pulled out the a shirt from my closet. It was a T-shirt which word be fine if my arms didn't look like they had just been in a shredder.

At least I can hide the scars from my dad.

I thought to myself. There wasn't much of a chocie so after my shower I found myself walking back into my room trying to hide my arms behind my back. Mysterion was up and tiding up my room. He's so thoughtful.

" Hey!  Mystie you don't have to do all this. It's my job." I explained.

" I just didn't want your room to smell. For your sake and mine. Especially mine I have a weak stomach." He chuckled and so did I. Slowly following the silence I walked up behind him captured him in a hug. He beamed wrapped his arms on mine.

I was going to miss the bus
It was 8:15, but that didn't matter. School didn't matter. Heck my arms didn't matter. I just wanted to lock myself in this moment. If course I knew couldn't. It's still a treasured thought.

" Angel, are you going to wear a T-shirt today?" Mysterion began mildly stroking my damaged arms.

"I haven't got any clean clothes.." I croaked out. Mystie then picked me up and spun me before dipping me down sonar that the tip of my hair was on the floor. Safe to say I was laughing louder than a thunder clap.

" See there's the smile. It's ok. It'll all be ok." He threw me back.up and safely caught me in his arms. I was still giggling like crazy.

" Y-yeah!  It will be ok. Except that if I don't eave now, I'm gonna have to walk through 8 inches of snow." I remembered, yet I was still laughing.

" I think I can help you with that. Just close you eyes."

// Hey I know this is long. I just wanted to include more and Yay it was worth it!  See you next time. Bai\\