Kyle was looking for someone to play video games with, and his first thoughts were to hang out with Stan or Kenny. But finding that Kenny died and Stan's father was trying to prove he could pee for two minutes straight just to get fame, Kyle had planted his face in his palms in annoyance, before heading to Eric's house deciding he might have something fun to do. Knocking on the door, Kyle saw Liane open the doors. "Oh hello there, are you looking for Eric?" She asked, recognizing Kyle nearly instantly. Kyle nodded. "Yes please." He answered. "Okay, my little snookums is in his room." She stated, turning to leave letting Kyle get inside. Walking up the stairs, he entered his room to find Eric gone. Wasn't there anybody to hang out with? Hm, best to find out any secrets he had to make fun of him for, maybe tell his other friends. Kyle gently fiddled in his drawers, going in the closet next. However, when he saw a journal sprawled out on the floor wide open, it was instinct Kyle take the cake and read it. Leaning down, he flipped the pages to the first one, and began reading.
"My name is Eric Cartman. This is my diary where I write down things to stalk people, and maybe be a mini Anne Frank. But if I'm alive and you're not me, get the fuck out of my journal! I live in South Park, Colorado, with my mom. I'm an only child. Now, the next big juicy stuff is my friends. First I have Stan Marsh. He's a pretty boring guy, but he's a friend. My other friend Kenny McCormick, is also a lot like Stan Marsh. But then... Kyle Broflovski. He's a fresh, spirited, 'enemy.' We're like frienemies, but our friend side is pretty good. In fact... I sorta have a crush on him. Let me talk about Kyle now, shall we? He's a little Jew kid, fresh and cute. His parent's would hate me for liking him, if they don't hate me already. However, he's kinda annoying sometimes. He always gets in my way of super awesome fucking plans! If he just lets me do my shit, we could all get along. But nooo, he had to be a ginger, a Jew, and was a New Jersey kid too! And even worse, his little brother Ike always makes him start ruining everything. But either way, he's still a pretty nice guy. For a ginger Jew, anyway. In a week it's Valentines Day.. And for Valentines Day, I'm going to get him this game he's been wanting. I'll put a picture up when it's done..."
Kyle stared blankly. So that's who gave him that game? This was all... Absolutely fascinating! The page ended there, and on the next page, as he flipped it he saw a loose picture of when Kyle was smiling real big. He wasn't sure whether to feel flattered, creeped out, or angry. He sort of felt like it all, and was uncertain why Eric was writing all this. Say... Where did Eric go? Why'd he just leave all of a sudden, and how did he without his mother knowing? Peeking out the door, he saw no traces of Eric Cartman. But then, spotting the window open, he eyed the journal. Maybe it would help? Just because the first page was about Kyle didn't mean all of it was. Picking up the journal, he continued to read. "I'm tired of my mom neglecting me. She just keeps ignoring me, and does whatever she wants. I always have to find something else to do to entertain myself. I've packed me everything I need. Some chocolate covered Kentucky Fried Chicken, a gallon of strawberry milk, and some extra clothes, as well as my camera. I'm going to become one of those gorilla men, growing hair all over me and speaking with animals, raised by gorillas. I will become Tarzan."
Kyle stared at the page for a while. No, just no. He has bad posture, he flinches at the mention of vegetables, and didn't know how to survive without Kentucky Fried Chicken. He dropped the journal, instantly racing outside of Liane's house without a goodbye. Kyle knew Eric needed help, and as annoying as the fat kid was, Eric had a big heart. He just hid it, deep within. He had rarely seen any affection come out of him, and so it was a big shock that Eric Cartman had a crush on Kyle. He constantly acted like being a faggot was a bad thing. Smph, hypocrite. Kyle raced around the corner, running and reaching his destination, rapped on Stan's house door, only to get greeted by his mother. "Is Stan still giving his dad water till he can pee two minutes straight?" Kyle asked, and his mother sighed. "Yes, although they might be taking a break." She said. Kyle ran up the stairs, and smiled in relief when he saw Stan sitting down while his father lay on the floor drinking water. "Stan! Stan I need help, it's Cartman!" Kyle panted, and Stan yawned. "So what? Eric is annoying, I thought you hated him." He pointed out.
Kyle panted. "I kinda do, but this is serious! Eric ran away!" He put in. "Holy shit dude!" Stan gasped, before Stan's father sighed, patting his growing belly. "Staaaaan, go get me some more water." He said. Stan whispered. "I'm okay with ditching him if you are..." He said. Kyle nodded, and as they walked out of the house, Kyle looked side to side. "I suggest you go to the forest up ahead, and I'll check the one behind us." Kyle suggested. Nodding, the two split paths racing down to the forest. He kept going deeper and deeper, wandering aimlessly when he found a bone, covered in chocolate. It was Kentucky Fried Chicken. The last time Kyle had seen Eric was two days ago, so he wasn't sure how old it was. He was gonna guess a day or a half. Raising his hands to his jaws, he shouted. "Eric! Come on Eric, Cartman? Cartman!" He shouted, as if Eric was a dog that would come on command. Snapping a stick, he felt uneasy here in the forest. He had no weapons, no armour, and Eric was still no where to be found. "ERIC!" Kyle shouted once more, hearing it echo was satisfied. He screamed, letting it echo once more. "ERIC, YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!" He roared as loud as possible. Was Eric stupid?
Unfortanutely, yes. He was a fatass, a dumbass, and a smartass all at the same time. And that wasn't good. Eric had a bit of badass in him, but that was only against humans. Hopefully it's the same with animals. "Eric?!" He shouted. Kyle felt more scared when he saw a massive tree branch fall down, and low breathing. Not Eric Cartman, either. "Eric, it's your favorite Jew boy! Sandy vagina, tiny tits and all!" He shouted. Kyle hated to say that, but if he was lucky it would get him out. Wandering deeper in the forest, he decided to head out. However, now he was lost. Kyle couldn't find his way out. Now he had to worry about himself. Hissing in exhaustion, he held his sides green eyes closed. Finding a leaf splattered with chocolate milk, he knew Eric was around here somewhere instantly. It would have dried up already if it wasn't recent. "ERIC, GET YOUR FAT ASS AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!" Kyle shouted. Was Eric really serious about running away?
Kyle was terrified. What if Eric got hurt? He had to be here, somewhere. Spotting someone's leg dangling from a distance, they had brown pants on, black shoes, and a red liquid all over them. Kyle climbed his way up, only to find Eric laying down. His body was covered in blood, burns, and scars, and there wasn't a trace of animals either. Could it be a human that did it to him? He didn't see a knife... Inspecting the tree, he saw traces of blood, with shoe marks of feet, different from Eric's type of shoes. Shit! He couldn't just look around at this tree all day, he needed to find help! Trying to lift Eric up was a big no-no, as his arm got trapped under Eric's back trying to pick him up. Hm... Did Eric have his phone? Eric probably did, he couldn't live without anything electronic-like. But where was his sack? Was it stolen? Seeing it slumped below them on the tree, he groaned struggling to climb back down. Picking it up, he searched through. Headphones... A sign of it possibly being there. ... Ew! Rotten caramel apple. Tossing it aside, he found fifty dollars, probably stolen.
Aha, there it was! Grabbing Eric's phone, he stared at the phone as it opened. Good, no locks. Easily entering it, he went to his contacts. There was a missed call from an unknown number, and he left a voicemail. That wasn't important. Dialing Stan, he held the phone to his ear. Getting no reply, he sighed. That figured, Stan didn't bring his phone! There was only one more person he could call, then... The hospital. Talking things over with them, they were also sending the police over. Hopefully it wasn't too long... After a long time of waiting, he heard a helicopter flying ahead, before everything went so quickly. Eric was brought up the ladder, and Kyle was welcome to go as well. After a long while, Eric was in the hospital. Stan had come as well, and Liane was on her way. Spotting the doctor peeping in, she then walked in. Kyle read bad news all over her face.
Sorry for the cliff-hanger, although you can maybe guess what's going to happen! I hope you guys enjoy, please review, follow, and favorite! I'm going to make a new chapter every Thursday night, (in my timezone) if anyone is interested!