Dictator "Adolf" Eric Cartman
Prologue

It was an odd day in South Park when Eric Cartman, known for being fat, stupid, racist, anti-Semitic, opinionated, obnoxious – okay, I'm sure the point is clear – took interest in school instead of being an all around asshole. Many were shocked, confused and wondered if maybe he'd been replaced by some other kid or maybe possessed by someone or something. Didn't seem to be the case though, as he kept insisting that he genuinely cared about school now. I, of all people, didn't believe this for a second. I'd been ripped on by him far too much to believe that he suddenly cared about school. He was plotting something. He had to be.

His grades shot up with his increased studying, rivaling mine in many cases, which scared the shit out of me, I must say. Wasn't I the smart one of our little group of friends? The only other person who'd even come near to matching my grades was Wendy Testaburger, but I never cared. When Cartman started to get close to my high-percentage-average, it pissed me right the hell off. At first I'd thought that that was his plan; to make me look like an ass by beating me in school, but that was too simple. It took me quite a long time before I figured out what his plan actually was, years in fact.

His bigotry-based comments and actions ceased, even against me, the Jewish, "Daywalker", kid that he could easily rile when younger simply by calling his mom a bitch. And as those comments faded to non-existence, his studying increased. That was all he did with his spare time, at least according to his mother, but who could trust her, right? We all began to see she was right though because with all this studying he wasn't eating a lot, causing the weight to drop off his "big bones" rapidly. It was fucking scary to see an averaged weight Cartman.

The subjects he chose to do this studying in didn't seem too conspicuous. Business, social science, math, among other things. People just started to assume that he wanted to get a high paying job in the business world, but he said he wanted to work for the government because they pay a shit load of money.

That should have sent sirens blaring in all of our heads. We should have stopped him right then and there, screaming for the FBI to come arrest him or something. But no, we were all idiots, grinning stupidly at the mere thought that someone from our little, piss-hole, hick-town could be important in the government.

After graduating high school with a scholarship, he moved on to a prestigious university, continuing on in way to get to his apparent dream job of being in the government. Hell, there were times when he was doing better than I was, which again stuck fear in me. Then he actually got a job in the government, with news reporters always saying that he would work his way up to the top and be a great and successful man.

The sirens were bloody well going off now. They were deafening me. But I seemed to be the only one who was afraid.

Stan and Kenny said that I was just being paranoid and that Cartman had changed for the better. "We don't need to worry about him anymore," they'd tell me. No, we did. We really fucking did. Cause now we're all up shit's creek without a god damned paddle and there's no shore in sight.

Author's Note:
Firstly, I know the prologue's short. I aim for longer chapters, which will be, by the way, written in the third person.

Updates appear here and there, when I can get to writing this. This fanfic is not playing nice with me, but I'm determined to write it.

Please be aware that I am a Canadian. So, while I try to keep things correct with American aspects of the story, I may end up being completely off. I ask that you help me along with these things if you see an issue and please don't bite my face off because of any errors.

This is my first slash/attempted slash fic. Haha, so it may be awkward, but I wanted to give it a try. )