Mystie ( A South Park Bunny Fanfic ) COMPLETED

Chapter 10

Kenny POV:

Like always I sat down at our table and watched everyone buy food before coming here. Kyle and Stan sit, but Cartman hasn't shown for a long time. This seemed like a natural time to initiate a conversation.

" Where fatass? He die of a heart attack yet?" I jested. Not even Kyle cracked a smile.

" What's with the solemn faces? Someone die round here?" Again in a joking nature. I'm sure I sure Stan winced at that one.

" Dude... Butters. How are you so calm?" Kyle slowly and cautiously whispered.

"I get it I seem inconsiderate. I know he won't do anything. He's better than that." A proud smile was covering my rapidly growing fear. If Cartman was here- Let's not think about it. It's fine and I know that if he needs it, I'll be there to help.

" Wait. Weren't you practicing with him last night?" Stan intrigued.

" Yeah. Yeah he was because you were playing monopoly with us then you called Butters and left." Kyle basically explained on point.

" It wasn't my f-" I felt a cold hand gripped tightly onto my shoulder. I expected it to be Craig or someone decently threatening.

"Hey, Spaz. Could you let go? I'm loosing blood flow to my neck." I shrugged his hand off and turned back to my table. Suddenly he yanks me backwards by my parka so that my ear's up to his mouth.

" Bathroom. Now. Let's go." For a split second I honestly thought he was going to blow everything up. But this is Tweek, people. Despite all that, I follow him into the bathroom and
locks the door.

" Butters said you were coming over to his for that project last night. What the fuck did you do. " Jeez you can hear the venom in his voice.

" I have to say it's funny watching people getting twisted into lives they hardly know about." I mused, completely ignoring his question.

" The fuck you mean I know nothing about?" He hissed defensively.

" Do you even know how much his dad hurts him?" I pressed forward. I couldn't stop myself at this point. Miraculously, Tweek was yet to fly of the handle.

" Yes he told me when we were 5. Do you even care? Do you care he's tried to kill himself more times than America has elected a president? Do you care he's been on antidepressants for at least 3 years now? Can't you even take time to see how fucking much he's repressing his emotions!" Tweek growled.

" Jeez that's food for thought." I mumbled after a small absence of sound.

No... no fucking way. Not all that. Oh God. Of I hadn't shown up yesterday... he'd be dead. It would've been my fault...HOLY FUCK I KILLED HIM. I'M A BASTARD! Calm down. No you don't know that. Maybe he'd would've just- Oh who am I convincing? No I don't wanna be the reason I loose the love of my life forever.

" Dammit! Shouldnt gave said all that. FuckH-Hey, m-man! Don't cry. O-oh shit. I jus- just thought. What happened to 'oh that's food for thought' guy?" The coffee addict , extremely hesitant, went to rub my back.

Without noticing them coming and without being able to stop them, I was left with tears continuously gushing down my inflamed cheeks. Pulling my dirty sleeve to my eyes, I forcefully wipe away my prominent tears. Now I'm left with blurry vision and red eyes.

" I... have to go. " Before Tweek could stop me, I was already through the door. I lifted my hood up and tightened it to how it was .

...

With my eyes in a shroud, I gradually went back to my table. Cartman was there too. Turns out he had lunchtime detention but got out of it by threatening to burn the school.

" Jeez Kinny, you smoking in the toilets again?" Cartman commented on my red eyes in his infuriatingly vexing voice. Looks like while I was gone the cafeteria started back up to it's usual liveliness.

" Hey you guys see Butters? What an edge lord, am I right?" Cartman finally did it. We were was expecting it come sooner or later. I can't speak for everyone but me? I'm opposite Cartman and if wasn't for my prior knowledge of Butters hating fights, I would've bitch slapped him so hard right now.

"  Pffmppmmmp mfpmfffm, mpm fmfmpm mpp!? Fmpmfpm mmfm pmmm pmmfmffmmfmp mmm pmfmfffmpf.( Seriously dude!? That's a little too far. I really don't think he'd go through all that to be edgy. I think that he's actually genuinely suffering because of people like you. Hey that's just my opinion //he said the forbidden word *gasp*//)" Shortness of breath caught up to me. Stopped me from saying the harsher side of my argument. Probably for the best.

" Says the one who was beating him up a couple days ago. What you think you can suddenly be above us 'cuz you're working on this gay project with him? Anyone can do that! After this is all blown over you'll see how much he hat-" Cartman's face was an inch away from mine when we heard someone calls his name.

" Cartman! Back the hell away from him. Or I swear. " Butters itimdatingly pinned him on the table.

" What, Fag? You'll 'beat me up'? I'd like to see you try." Cartman continuously taunted. Next thing you know, Cartman was on the floor getting his face smashed in by Butters. I'm sorry. I should've held it in. But I was fucking roaring with laughter. Just like Kyle,  Craig, Wendy. Heck everyone in damn cafeteria. Soon we were all chanting Butters name. He pulled away, bloodied fists and was calmly going to sit back at his table when a sharp yell left his lips.

Butters POV:

Cartman was grasping onto my arm as tightly as he could. Desperation replaced my anger and I tried to pull away from this nightmarish pain.

" Hah you thought you were so fucking cool. Is this cool, Butters? Do you think everyone's gonna feel sympathy for you now since you hurt yourself. You're an attention whore, you know that? Why else would you come in a T-shirt? Why else would you act all depressed? No one cared about you before and no one cares about you now. You're a nuisance and we'd all prefer you dead." Cartman cold heartedly finished the blow dropping my with a few of my cuts reopening and blood trickling down my sides. I couldn't move. I couldn't look to the croud.

" M-Mystie. ..Oh God Mysite... I need y-you..." I croaked.

There were shouting noises and punching sounds fading from my ears. My eyes got heavy. My legs couldn't support my body and slowly and painfully, I passed out.

//  Cartmam go fucking die. Not much else to say. Baii//