Your best friend, the one who always got grounded, actually was able to make plans to hang out with you recently. The only problem? He wasn't answering his phone and he didn't show up either.

You had gotten used to this. Butters' parents were equally demented, just in different ways. His mother was clinically insane and probably needed to be put in an asylum, and his dad was just downright cruel to the point where it could be considered neglect or abuse.

Butters, on the other hand, was a little angel. Yes, he had become the slightest bit crazy as well, but who could blame him? He lived in a household where nothing was allowed. He went to your place when he needed some time away, and you would sneak through his window and chat with him while he was grounded. It was routine by then.

So, that's what you did. Threw pebbles at Butters' window until he dropped down the rope ladder you two had made together the first time you were asking him how you would see him when he was stuck in his room. It was basically a Rapunzel story. Throw rocks at the blonde boy's window until he lets down the thing that helps you climb up. Trapped in there by a parent.

When you finally got up there, Butters smiled and hugged you, pulling you through the window before tugging the ladder up rung by rung.

"Gee, I didn't expect you to show up today of all days, Ken," he said softly, a genuine happy look on his face. You were one of his only sources of joy and it showed.