Cold and limp the body laid now flipped on it's back, it was stiff. The color of the skin pale and torn. It had been weeks since that body was laying there. Months since the new monster that risen took their life. But how...how? Was he still breathing? He could swear the dark half had taken him in. The chubby boy sat grimacing at the deep gashes that were engraved in his cheek. He climbed to his feet observing he was by the boat the monster he had created brutually murdered him near. Souls weren't supposed to know much about anything once they were returned. They were just as clueless when they were back on the Earth. Heaven may have played by the rules but Cartman didn't. "Where the fuck am I?"
Cartman hissed out when he tried to move from the boat. His legs were trembling like jello. It seemed like forever since he had walked. "God dammit my fucking legs are broken!" He grips at his ankle wincing. Stan had reallly done a number on the chubby boy. He wondered where the little bitch was. Nobody makes a fool of Eric Cartman especially pussies like Stan Marsh. He dragged himself back into town since his legs were useless to him as of right now. Thoughts played aloud in his head as he pushed off. "What am I doing still alive? Where's that asshole at? Is Kahl still alive? Motherfucker I thought i got rid of him."
The chubby child stopped when he saw the Doctor's office was only a few steps away. Others looked at the boy with frowns. They wondered what had happened to him. Unlike Stan, he kept the monster from coming out in front of others.
"H-Help me please. I'm a little boy that was in a car accident." The way he spoke sounded like he was having trouble breathing. The Doctor had come out right on cue. He was in shock at the condition little Eric was in. "Oh my god. Son what happened?" Cartman coughed looking like he was deathly ill. "My Mother was trying to raise me on her own... And sh-she ...she..." He stopped before he said anything more. His eyes now welling up with tears. "WHY! WHY! Did you have to take her? I loved her!" The Doctor was kneeling down to comfort Cartman. While he in secret was smirking, his plan for them to feel bad for the little monster had worked.
After a few hours of the Doctor working and between breaks, Cartman was now back to himself. Manipulative. Evil. ...Physcopath.
