Ever since Butters turned, life was harder for him. He tried to hold back, but he constantly felt the need to feed. Eventually, he gave in to the urges, occasionally finding a victim to feed off of. After all, living over a hundred years without feeding would be miserable. He was good at covering himself up, successfully hiding himself off from the world, but people were starting to get suspicious of the constant disappearances.

Butters has been watching you for a while now, following you around at night, trying to figure out if you were a good target or if you're more trouble than you're worth. Eventually, after finding out you didn't hang around people much, he decided you were going to be his next victim.

It was another late night, with you walking around the dark streets, dimly illuminated by the street lamps. Butters was following behind you, keeping his distance as to not raise suspicion. His dark hair and clothes made him difficult to spot if you weren't looking for him.

When you turned into an alley, he followed, deciding now would be the perfect time to strike. Before you could even realize what was about to happen, Butters latches onto you, grabbing you by your shoulders and shoving you back against the brick wall of a building. His fangs sink into your neck, sucking the blood straight from your veins.