Here's the first chapter of my Butters/Cartman story. Barely anybody writes for the two, which sucks. Hopefully this story will please fans of the pairing.
Future chapters will be more slashy but not by much. They'll be more slashy than not, but not really... Like, it'll be 7 more slashier than the series.
Chapter 1
One day, Butters was in the classroom listening to the math teacher, Mr. Bailey, teach the class. Butters listened very carefully, he didn't want to get a bad grade and end up getting grounded. That'd be the worst, he thought.
He put all his attention on the black board and wrote down on paper everything that was written. He made sure he understood everything he wrote down or else he wouldn't allow himself to write another sentence.
Once Mr. Bailey finally finished writing with the squeaky chalk all over the black board, Butters proof read his notes. By now, he understood everything and he knew his parents would be very proud.
Smiling, Butters then heard someone whisper his name. He looked at where the voice had come from and found Eric looking at him with an odd expression on his face. Butters blinked and then waved. Eric waved back and then turned around, seeming satisfied.
Wow, Eric called my name and risked getting in trouble just to say hello to me! I sure do feel special! Butters thought, looking down at the desk and smiling.
Suddenly, Butters felt something hit his mouth. He gasped, wondering what was going on and what had just happened. Touching his mouth, he felt a goo-like substance and then looking at his fingers, he noticed it was brown.
Butters smelled his fingers and found it was chocolate. He looked down and saw a half eaten donut on his desk.
What the...? he thought. Butters looked up and found Cartman staring at him and trying to hold in his laughter. Looking in the other direction, Butters also noticed Kyle and Stan were trying not to laugh as well as Kenny, Craig and Clyde. He glared at Eric and folded his arms across his chest.
" Mr. Bailey, can I go to the bathroom?" Butters asked, raising his hand and asking the question at the same time.
Mr. Bailey looked up from his desk and Butters noticed he didn't look too happy. Butters rubbed his knuckles together.
" Butters! You know not to speak without permiss--!" the teacher paused, noticing the mess of chocolate that was all over the floor, Butters' desk, and Butters' face.
" Well, I'm awful sorry, but your head was down and I didn't w-wanna go up to your desk 'cause I thought--" Butters began but was cut off once the teacher had recovered from his anger (somewhat).
" Mr. Stotch!!" the teacher yelled, getting out of his chair and running up to Butters. Butters' mouth hung open in fear.
" Look at this mess! There's chocolate everywhere!!" Mr. Bailey yelled, gripping the sides of his head. Butters shook his head back and forth.
" It-it wasn't me! It was--!" Butters gasped once the teacher began yelling again and noticed Eric was so close to losing it. His face was all red and there were tears sliding down his fat cheeks.
" Go to the office! Now! Now! Now!" The teacher yelled. It seemed he was about to have a nervous breakdown. Butters quickly got up from his desk and ran around the teacher as quickly as he could.
" Oh, now you're running?! Butters, Jesus, are you trying to give me a heart-attack?!" the teacher cried, holding his heart. He sat down in Butters' seat and took deep breaths, counting down from ten. Butters slowly and nervously walked out of the classroom. Before he opened the door to the classroom, he turned back to the teacher and blinked. Mr. Bailey looked like he was going to die but Butters had to reveal the truth.
" It wasn't me, Mr. Bailey, it was Er--" he started, but Eric quickly shushed him.
" Butters, I think you've done enough for today! Why don't you just go?!" Eric yelled. Butters wrung his hands together and then left the classroom, slowly walking down the hall. He hung his head and made his way to the Principal's Office where Principal Victoria sat, reading what was on her desk.
Once she looked up she saw Butters who looked close to crying. He sat down in the chair and sniffed, rubbing his left eye. He really didn't want to be grounded or beaten, he just wanted to be treated with kindness and respect. Especially since everything that he was grounded for wasn't his fault.
" Another one from Mr. Bailey's class? Well, gee, you guys have been pretty disobedient ever since he came along," she said. Butters sighed, wondering how long he'd be grounded for.
" What'd you do?" the principal asked, taking out a paper and a pen to write down Butters' actions. Butters looked up from his lap.
" I didn't do anything! Eric threw a donut at me and chocolate got all over the place and the teacher blamed me!" Butters explained, sadness in his eyes. He still thought he'd be grounded for being sent to the office at all but he thought the beatings would be a lot less harsh if he was proven innocent and didn't have to go to detention.
" What happened after that?" the principal asked, writing down everything Butters said.
" Well, the teacher told me t-to come to the office and then I ran away from him... and when I went to tell him that I didn't do it, Eric yelled at me so I just left..." Butters said, looking off to the side.
" Eric Cartman?" she asked, looking up from her papers. Butters shook his head up and down.
" Yes, that Eric sure is a trouble-maker..." she said. Butters smiled, glad that she understood that it wasn't his fault.
After thirty seconds of silence the principal told Butters that he'd have detention. Butters gasped.
" What?! Bu-but you believe me, don't ya?" he asked. She shook her head up and down.
" Yes, I believe you," she said, not seeming to understand why Butters was confused.
" Then why do I have to go to detention?!" Butters cried, his hands up in the air. He was so confused.
" Well, you ran in the classroom. You know you can't run in school," she said, kindly. She put Butters' paper away and then went back to writing about some other student. Butters sighed and then left the office, returning to Mr. Bailey's class.
Once he entered the classroom, Mr. Bailey gave him a dirty look. Butters looked away, ashamed.
" Oh, look who's back! Mr. I'm-too-good-for-school-I-can-eat-donuts-and-make-a-mess-during-a-lesson-and-then-run-from-the-class! Welcome back, Mr. I'm-too-good-for-school-I-can-eat-donuts-and-make-a-mess-during-a-lesson-and-then-run-from-the-class!" the teacher said. Butters slowly walked over to his seat and sat, his face down.
" Class, why don't you welcome Mr. I'm-too-good-for-school-I-can-eat-donuts-and-make-a-mess-during-a-lesson-and-then-run-from-the-class back to the class!"
" Welcome back to class, Mr. I'm-too-good-for-donuts-and-running-in-class..." the students said, failing to remember the math teacher's exact words. Butters' bottom lip quivered as he tried to hold in his tears.
It was so hard for Eric to keep quiet as the teacher continued making fun of Butters for the rest of the class.
--
At the end of the school day, Butters walked down to detention. He looked down at his feet as he told the detention teacher who he was and why he was there. The teacher ended up making Butters write 'I will not run in school' on the front and back of 10 papers. She said there could be no errors.
Butters chose a seat and sat, then wrote one, two, three, four sentences. Already his wrist was getting sore. He sighed and flexed his fingers, then went back to writing. He really hated Eric at that moment.
Stupid Eric! He's always getting me in trouble! I wish he would just pick on somebody else! All I've ever done was treat him with kindness... that big jerk! I'm gonna get a good beating because of him!
Butters was so angry that he pressed his pencil hard down against the paper, breaking the lead.
Oh, darn!
Butters raised his hand. The teacher was staring off into space, right next to Butters' head.
I wonder what's for dinner tonight. Damn, I hope it's that chicken. Jesus, I love that fuckin' chicken it tastes so god damned good. the detention teacher thought, her mouth wattering.
Butters waved his hand back and forth, wondering why the teacher was ignoring him.
She's so mad that she's ignoring me! Butters thought, lowering his hand. He looked down at his paper and saw only ten sentences. He really didn't want to spend the rest of the day here at detention, he wanted to get home so he could just get over being beaten and grounded before bed.
Butters looked around for a pencil that may have fell on the ground. There was only a pen and he knew that you weren't allowed to use pens in detention.
He then noticed that the led tip of his pencil was on his desk. He wondered if he'd be able to write the rest of the papers with just the tip of a pencil and he decided he had no other choice.
Picking up the led tip between his thumb and finger, he began writing more sentences. It was very hard; he didn't have a lot of control with writing and some letters were squiggly.
--
Finally, an hour and a half later, Butters was finished and he went up to the teacher's desk, showing his work. She took the papers from Butters' hand and then checked every page.
Finally, she slammed the papers on her desk and gave Butters ten more pieces of lined paper. Butters gasped, his eyes wide with horror.
" You forgot the period- fifth page, 7th sentence! Redo it all!!" the detention lady yelled.
" W-what?!" Butters yelped, trying not to cry; but he was just so upset that he couldn't help it and he covered his face with his hands.
Crying in front of the other laughing students in detention, Butters asked for a new pencil. The teacher said she already gave him one and that she wasn't giving him another. Butters cried louder as he sat back down in his chair, wiping the tears from his face as more fell from his eyes.
Stupid, stupid Eric! If he never threw that donut at me, I wouldn't have had to ask the teacher if I could use the bathroom, and then he never would have gotten mad and yelled at me, and I never would have ran, and I wouldn't be here right now! I'd be at home maybe drawing a picture!
Butters continued whimpering until the detention teacher yelled at him to shut up. He pressed his lips together, trying his hardest not to make a sound as he again began writing with the small tip of his pencil.
--
Butters had just walked home from school and was now stepping into his drive-way. He knew he was going to get it, big time. He rubbed his knuckles together. He really didn't want to be beaten, he'd had a rough enough day. Butters had an urge to transform into Professor Chaos at that moment so he could let out all his anger. He decided that after his beating and grounding, he'd be sure to get Eric back.
Opening the door to his house, he found his mother and father pacing with mad faces. They looked like they had to let out a lot of energy, especially his father.
" Butters!" Mr. Stotch yelled, realising his son was home. Butters flinched.
" Detention, again?! How many times is that this week?!" he began, running up to Butters and putting his hands on his hips.
" D-dad, it was Eric! It's always Eric!" Butters explained. His father shook his head back and forth and shushed his son.
" No, no! Don't you blame this on anybody! It's nobody's fault but yours, Butters!" his father said. Butters looked down at his feet. Maybe his dad was right.
" You're so lucky!" Mr. Stotch said, shutting his eyes tight.
" W-why am I lucky, sir?" Butters asked, referring to his father as 'sir', now, out of fear that if he didn't his father would whack him.
" You're lucky because... your mother and I have been talking and we've decided that we won't... ground you," Butters' mother was now standing beside her husband. Butters looked up at them, hopefully.
" R-really?" Butters asked, not quite sure if he heard right or if his parents were being sarcastic.
" Yes..." Stephen Stotch said, taking a deep breath and continuing his sentence with a forced smile and enthusiasm.
" We've read that children at your age often do bad things to get attention from their parents. So we've decided that if you don't do anything bad for a whole week your mother and I will give you a really great surprise! How does that sound?" Mr. Stotch asked, bending down and resting his hand on Butters' shoulder. He was still very upset but he tried remaining calm as he hugged his son.
Butters smiled and jumped up and down.
" A surprise?! Oh, yay! What is it?!" Butters yelled, hugging his father.
" Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if we told you, son! Remember that," said Mr. Stotch.
" Oh, yeah," Butters said, running up the stairs.
" I'm gonna go do m-my homework!" he said.
" Alright, Butters... and you promise that you'll behave yourself?" Mr. Stotch asked. Butters shook his head up and down.
" I sure do, dad! I'll be the greatest son there ever was!"
--
Once Butters was finished with his homework, he got into his pajamas and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, his parents came in with smiles on their faces.
" Good night, Butters!" they said in unison.
" Night dad! Night mom!" Butters said, pulling the covers up to his neck. He wished his parents acted like this all the time.
" Don't forget, son... be good all week and you'll be rewarded!" Mr. Stotch reminded. Butters smiled.
" I-I won't forget... don't you worry," Butters said. Mr. Stotch nodded then left Butters' room, shutting the door behind him and his wife.
Butters fell asleep that night wondering what the great surprise was going to be.
--
The next morning in reading class, Butters sat in his seat beside Eric and payed close attention. He wanted that surprise so badly, he was willing to do anything to get it.
I wonder what it is! Is it a sweater? A new kitty? Oh, I can't think about it right now! If I don't pay attention, I might get a bad grade on the test and then I'll never know what the prize is!
Butters put the thought of the surprise to the back of his mind and listened to the teachers' every word.
" Okay, class, open your reading books to page 106," said Mrs. Scully. Butters flipped through the book and finally found the page. A few minutes later Butters heard a whisper.
" Hey... hey, Butters..." Eric whispered. Butters turned toward Eric and then back to his book, glaring at the letters instead of the fat boy beside him.
" Butters..." Eric whispered again. He poked Butters' arm with his pencil. Butters didn't move, he just kept his eyes on the book.
" Butters, you ass hole, listen to me," Eric said a little louder. He kicked Butters in the shin, which made Butters wince but otherwise he did nothing.
" Butters, what page are you on?" Eric asked. Eric wasn't listening to the teacher when she said which page to turn to and Butters usually helped him out in his time of need.
Why the hell isn't he talking to me?! Selfish son of a bitch! Eric thought, his eyebrows lowered.
" Butters, I swear to God, if you don't tell me what page you're on... I will take a shit on your face," Eric said, a little louder than a whisper.
" Stop talking, young man, and read the story!" Mrs. Scully yelled, pointing at Eric. Eric squinted and sarcastically apologized.
Looking over at Butters, he tried reading the page number but Butters covered it with his hand. Eric cursed. He didn't even care about his grade anymore, he just wanted to get the information Butters wouldn't give him.
" Oh my god, what the hell is that?!" Eric yelled, loud enough for the whole class to hear. He pointed to the wall on the side of the building and everyone, including Butters, looked in the direction that Eric was pointing in. Eric quickly took Butters' book and found the story started on page 106. Smirking, Eric put the book back on Butters' desk and flipped his book to the same page.
" Well, what is it, Eric?!" Mrs. Scully yelled, still looking at where he had pointed.
" Oh my gosh, there was... it was like a freakin' alien or something. I guess it's gone... Now, could you please be quiet, Mrs. Scully? I'm trying to read this amazing story..." Eric said as politely as he could. The teacher smiled and sat down.
" Yes, Eric. Thank you for asking so politely," she said. Eric smiled humbly and then started reading the story.
Butters frowned, looking at Eric's desk and noticing he'd found which page the story was on.
He must've checked my book while my head was turned! Butters thought.
--
Later in the hallway, Butters was walking to his next class. He almost bumped into Craig and apologized. Craig ignored him.
" Hey, asshole!?" Eric yelled, running up to Butters. Butters kept walking and Eric followed him.
" Butters, why the heck are you ignoring me? What have I ever done to you?!"
" I-I'm sorry, Eric, but I just can't communicate with you!" Butters said, not looking back.
" Why the hell not? I needed you, today, Butters!" Eric cried. Butters was guilty for a split second before he remembered that he was doing this for a good reason.
" I'm sorry but you always get me grounded and I can't be grounded for a whole week! My parents said they'd give me a special surprise if I don't get grounded," Butters explained. He stood before their next class and then turned around, finally looking at Eric. Eric enjoyed the attention, he was getting sick of being ignored.
" M-maybe next week we can hang out, 'kay?" Butters offered before going into the classroom, leaving Eric alone in the hall. Eric paused.
" I don't even want to hang out with you! You black ass hole! You bitch!" Eric yelled. He didn't want Butters to think this was affecting him at all because it sure wasn't.
Stupid Butters... little retard. He thinks he can ignore me? I'll make sure he gets in trouble so he never gets that super special surprise. I'll put him in his place. Stupid whore...
--
Later that day, Eric tried getting Butters grounded by putting a rotten apple on the history teachers' desk. Tied to the stem was a little paper and on it said, " To: Ass Hole, From: Butters the Homo". The teacher, Mr. Jones, looked at the apple and read the paper. Grinning, he then put it back in its original place.
What the...? Why isn't Butters getting raped? Eric wondered, a brow raised.
" Um, hello, Mr. Teacher? Did you see the apple that Butters put on your desk? Pretty hot, right?" Eric asked. Mr. Jones smiled.
" Oh, yes, it was! Thank you, Mr. Stotch!" the teacher said, much to Eric's confusion. Eric expected the teacher to take Butters into the school's bathroom and do what he did to that other kid. Eric figured that if Butters got raped, his parents would ground him and he'd never get the super duper prize.
" W-well, I didn't--" Butters began but Eric interrupted him.
" What's that, Butters? The bathroom...? Sure, I'll tell him... Um... I think Butters has to use the bathroom, Mr. Jones," Eric said. Butters looked up from his notes and shook his head back and forth.
" N-no I don't," he said, quickly returning to his work.
" Yes, you do..." Eric said, glaring at Butters. Butters ignored him.
Eric grinded his teeth together, giving up on plan A and then went back to writing the words from the board onto a piece of paper.
The history teacher shook his head back and forth.
Geez, Butters is so not my type! I'd way rather go to the bathroom with Kyle... that sexy ass bitch! Mr. Jones thought. Kyle looked up from his desk and found the teacher staring at him with an odd look in his eyes.
Man, why's he always looking at me like that?! Kyle thought before going back to writing.
--
All week long, Eric tried getting Butters grounded.
At the beginning of the week, Eric put glue in Mr. Stotch's shoes and then wrote on the wall "Butters was here", but that didn't work out because all had been out buying new shoes and Mr. Stotch knew his son couldn't have done it since he was with him the whole time.
Toward the middle of the week, Eric broke the windows of Mr. Stotch's car and carved into the side of the car "I hate you, Love Butters". That didn't work because Eric had broken the window with a brick and once they found it, Butters' parents knew their son was too much of a pansy to ever pick up a brick. They laughed and then blamed the incident on mutant racoons.
By the end of the week, Eric put cat crap in Butters' pants so that his parents would think he crapped himself but that didn't work out because Butters' parents already knew that their son had sphincter issues that he couldn't always control.
The week had been complete failure for Eric... Butters surprisingly hadn't been grounded once.