Jilted Junkies :||: Kenny x Reader || South Park Fanfiction

Chapter Eighteen

"Ughh..." Butters groaned as he pressed an ice pack to his face. It was swelling, and sore, and Butters was having a hard time.

"Jeez Butters!!" Eric burst into his room, having just got home from school, "You sucked out there!"

"It's not my fault, Eric! I told you Kenny would get real sore with me if I- wh- sent Y/n a picture of my pecker..." He mumbled.

"God Butters. Look at you, you're pathetic! I've seriously had to keep the conversation with Y/n going this whole time because you're not douchy enough! And now, thanks to you, she got the phone confenscated!!" Cartman yelled as he showed him the conversation on his phone.

"Listen Eric... I'm tired of getting beat up, and hiding from the cops because my parents don't know where I am, and getting super grounded whenever I'm around you!! I don't want to date Y/n anymore, I just want to go home!" He exclaimed.

"....what?" He questioned.

"You heard me, Eric. I said I'm going home." Butters liftted up his buff, beat-up body, and limped toward the door. Cartman pushed him back.

"I don't think so, Butters! I payed three hundred dollars for those steroids!" He exclaimed.

"With my mom's money!!" He yelled.

"Yeah? So?" He shrugged.

"Eric, I'm not listening to you anymore, and there's nothing you can do about it!! I'm taking Kenny's advice, and fucking off!" Butters yelled.

"I wouldn't do this, Butters. How on Earth could you get Y/n to like you without my guidance??" He pointed at the muscular kid.

"I DON'T CARE!!" Butters shoved him. Cartman hit the door and glared up at him.

"So... you wanna play it like that, do you?" He questioned, swiftly throwing open his bedroom drawer and snatching the syringe that still had a few ounces of the steroid syrum left in it. He stabbed Butters in the chest, and injected the rest of the fluid into his bloodstream.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Butters screamed, smacking Cartman and the syringe away.

"What the hell, Eric?? This is going to make me twice as big!!" He screamed.

"That's right! Go on and go home Butters. But I guarantee you'll regret it!" Cartman smiled wickedly, still blocking the door.

"GRR!!" Butters growled before shoving the fatass out of his way. He threw the door open and stormed out of the house.

"Yes Butters... go home... and by the time you wake up... you'll be a fucking... monster douche..." He said before turning to go sit at his desk.

"Meanwhile, for me..." He continued to talk to himself, pulling up a tab for the new upcoming election, since the President stepped down.

"I have more important matters to attend to..." He smirked, clicking the 'sign up' button.

"BUTTERS!!" Stephen screamed when he saw his son walk through the door.

"O-oh uh... Hi Mom. Uh- Hi Dad...." Butters greeted with his head hanging to the floor.

"Butters!?! Where have you been!!?? We've been worried sick!!" Linda gasped as she stood up from the couch in shock.

"I-I was at Eric Cartman's house." He mumbled with his swole arms swaying behind his back, and his foot brushing the carpet.

"Eric Cartman?? Well every time I called Liane about you, she just said Eric's muscular friend Derek was over!" Linda exclaimed.

"Yeah, Eric probably told his mom that for- wh- to cover me..." Butters sighed.