it was a freezing cold night outside, around midnight. there you laid in your cold, dark bedroom, in the world's warmest and coziest bed. in your arms was Butters Stotch. he slept peacefully, looking absolutely angelic, until he began to stir, waking up in the middle of the night. he looked up at you with big blue eyes. it wasn't rare for him to wake up in the middle of the night, but this time, it was impossible to tell if he was distressed or not.