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Leopold "Butters" Scotch. A shy cheery blonde with mommy issues and an unprepared wardrobe. It was much colder than he thought it would be and he was freezing. His dad chewed him out from his unreadiness just before he tripped over his own feet, making for a very cold night.
He had just moved to South Park from Denver and was already getting sick of the weather. He prayed with all his might that today was just a sudden snowfall. Needless to say, Butters was in for a rough ride.
He entered his new house, that was not yet home and scrunched up his nose. The whole building reeked of paint and wet dog. Butters did not like or want to move in the first place, much less to this place. The house itself wasn't very nice.
Each room was a different blinding color he couldn't stand and there was a humming sound he never found the source of. There was mold in the bathroom and large windows in his 'new' room so everyone could see him at all times. His complete opinion was the house was beyond ugly. He even found a carving of an upside-down pentagram carved into the side of a wall.
The neighborhood wasn't any better. Butters could see drunkies stumbling in the streets, bottle in hand. People were snorting what looked chicken skin and he could see a woman giving a blowjob to a man.
Butters felt like he was going to through up, with good reason to. South Park had lots of questionable things going on, most of them involving Cartman, but Butters just majorly pissed off lady luck. Multiple Cock-Magic rings were set up around the block along with cheap bars that could get you drunk, quick.
The blonde groaned as he tried his best to carry a box marked 'organized chaos' in from the moving van. "Gee whiz dad, why'd we have to move here?" He asked his father. "If I've told you once I've told you a thousand times! It was a job opportunity and this place was the only home we could afford given the time we had."
"It doesn't feel like home..." Butters complained. He had friends back in Denver! Memories! Now he was hours away from all of it. And he hated South Park for it. He hated a lot of things.
The air was too dry and the temperature was too cold. Butters had only been in the mountain town for a few hours and he could already tell the people were shit. Then again, anyone could.
He wasn't even being mean about it. In fact, Leopold is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. He always tried to look on the bright side no matter what. And that is why he was excited for the first day at his new school. Butters had always loved being around people, despite his bad relationship with humans.
And so he fell asleep in a bed almost to small for him with unpacked boxes all around, and a very large window he was too scared to stand next to. He had a rude awakening the next morning. The alarm clock he got never rang because he never plugged it in.
"Butters, where the fuck are you!?" Mr.Scotch yelled from the bright white kitchen. He woke from sleep with a jump and scrambled out of the warm sheets. "AHH!!"
He was still in the clothes he wore the day before and they were damp from the snow. Butters wondered how he fell asleep and didn't notice, but couldn't ponder it for too long. The blonde tore open a box he knew his clothes were in, grabbing the warmest looking outfit and slipping out of the old outfit.
Butters was putting on his socks when his mother interrupted tossing him a piece of toast and leaving for work. "The bus stop is just down the s-street!" She yelled running out the door. In an attempt to eat his bread, it ended up on the floor, but he didn't have time for that. He was already late!
The boy walked like he had to left feet toward the door, slipping on his shoes on the way out. Snow crunched underneath his feet and for the first time in South Park, he didn't feel completely disappointed by the move. Snow was always perfect in Butters's eyes.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and spotted the stop. Four boys about his height were all talking. The middle two were arguing like there was no tomorrow while the outside two stayed quite. The boy with a red poof-ball hat was texting away and the boy in all orange just stared at the other two.
Butters slowly made his way towards the group trying his best to go unnoticed. They were going to find out who he was during class. He stood next to the kid in the hood and looked at his feet, hearing the whole conversation.
"Just because I'm from Jerzy doesn't mean I'm a terrorist!!" A red-head in a green hat screamed at his enemy. "Yeah, but it does mean you're a fag!"
The green hat kid's face turned red from anger. "No, it does not!"
"No, you're just a fag! I bet you'd suck Stan's dick if he'd let you!" Their words struck a core with him. It seemed to do nothing for Stan, but he was texting Wendyl so he never really noticed anything. "Fuck you Fatass!"
"Well, gee, I don't think you fellers should say that about each other!" Butters said in a quiet voice. The new sound caught everyone's attention. Even Stan's.
Everyone stared at the blonde in curiosity. "And who do you think you are?" Cartman growled at him. "I'm Butters!" He smiled at the four friends. "But now that you say that, I'm not so sure."
Kenny laughed at the new blonde. Butters was very gullible and he already knew it. "What the fuck?" Stan asked no one in particular. "What kind of name is 'Butters'!?" Cartman yelled.
"Take there insults with a pinch of salt. Ze's a total bigot." Stan said putting down his phone. Kyle sighed in relief. He was finally taking a break from that crap. "I'm Stan, this is Kyle." He took the daywalker's arm and forced him to wave. He smiled and blushed a light pink.
"I'm your worst nightmare, Barbra Streisand!" Cartman said lying to the blonde. "No, he is not!" Kyle yelled. "Ay! It's they! You fucking Jews never learn!" "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to literally kill you Cartman!"
Butters was already overwhelmed by the friends. Stan had to intervene when fist got involve leaving him with the one person not introduced. "Hey," He started. "I'm Kenny. But you can call me daddy~." Butters didn't know how to respond to the introduction.
"I'm Butters!"
"I heard."
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"Sorry about the daddy thing. It's just something I do." He shrugged, not caring at all what people thought of him. "O-oh. Well, that explains it, fella!"
"Okay. About my friends, their total dicks that couldn't get along to save their lives. Stan is the only one qualified to stop the fighting and is considered the nicest."
"And one more thing. Don't get any ideas." Butters didn't know what he meant by that but was troubled by it none the less. They didn't say anything else for the rest of the time and once the bus came they didn't sit together or talk again.
Kenny wondered if the scared the poor boy way. Maybe coming on to him first thing than acting like a tough guy was not the best idea. Then again his parent having kids wasn't the best idea in his eyes. Damn did he seem bipolar.
No one really cared about school except Wendyl, Craig, and Kyle, and even they didn't like there teacher, Mr.Garrison had found a way to become there teacher every fucking single year. He was almost worse than Cartman back in the day. "Welcome children, we have a new fag today so everyone gets there spitballs ready." He said pulling out a blowdart gun and loading in "spitballs".
Butters stepped in front of the classroom and rubbed hin knucks together. Kenny found this as a strange quirk he assumed would be unpleasant. "I'm Leopold, but everybody calls me Butters." This, Kenny, did not know. He just assumed his parents hated him.
Clyde raised his hand to ask a question. "Why do people call you Butters?" He asked without permission. "I-I guess I have just always been Butters, feller."
"Do you like Twenty-One Pilots?"
"Yeah, of course!"
"What's your favorite color?
"Blueish green."
"Who's your favorite Power Puff girl?"
"Bubbles! Who else, Blossom?"
"W-why are you just -GAH- standing th-there!? W-we have to do s-something now!!"
"About what?"
"Isn't Bebe cute?"
"Who's Bebe?"