Butters had been sent away a couple of times for different things; on his one and only family holiday with his parents at the age of five he had been sent to a daycare centre where non of them spoke English for the whole two weeks.

When he was nine he was sent to the clinic for confused children, something about him being 'bi-curious' that had to be knocked out of him so he could function properly in society but it resulted in nothing.

In the summer holidays when he turned fourteen he was sent away to a form of Army Camp, a place where he got shouted at everyday and spent a lot of time marching through woods, he learnt nothing from the whole holiday.

Now at sixteen Butters once again found himself being sent away again, pulled out of school before his school year even started he suddenly found himself in a place that was white on every surface and smelt like bleach but it wasn't a medical hospital.

The Mental Health Institute was situated just outside of South Park, where the old Blockbuster Videos used to be, it was a pale, straight-cut building with bars on its many windows and heavy metal doors.

Butters had little to no idea why his parents had sectioned him, everyone in the Institute seemed much more mentally unstable than him, but they had paid extra for his light blond hair to be shaved off and not to be fed as much as the rest of the patients.

The medication he was given made him have dreamless sleeps and small blackouts during the day but he never had any conciliating or reviews so he could never tell anyone about the problems.

There was only one good thing about the Institute was that Carol McCormick worked there as a nurse now that she had her act together and could hold down a job.

It was nice seeing Carol everyday, even though she didn't seem to recognise him, just to hear her chat aimlessly about her children was comforting.

Mere months before being sectioned Butters had become close to Kenny, very close and they had been expressing their closeness physically but since he had arrived at the Institute he had heard nothing from the other blond.

Butters didn't hate the Institute, it was clean and they allowed him to play his music whenever he wanted but he got very lonely sometimes since nobody, not even his parents, came to visit him and the other patients could barely hold a convocation for very long.