On the Lamb
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. If I did, my OC Lorry and DeBuis would exist.
Note: This story was inspired in part by SPHonestyIsSuchALonelyWord by hot-choc on deviantart.
Lorry woke up to the weight of someone on top of her. She assumed it was her 13-year-old brother, DeBuis. He had a habit of needing to hug someone while he was sleeping. But, this person wasn't hugging her the way DeBuis would. It was someone else. She looked in front of her face to see Eric Cartman, the one person she would lie for, lying on top of her. "Cartman, get off!" she screamed, but Eric covered her mouth. "Please, Lorry. I need your help." He begged. Wait… Cartman, the Eric Cartman was… begging? "What'd you do this time, Cartie? Are you getting banished?" she asked. Cartman shook his head and smirked. "No, we are." He said. Lorry raised an eyebrow at him. "Why am I getting banished? I didn't do anything wrong." She said. Cartman held his body closer to hers. 'This should work' he thought. "Because, we're partners in crime, Lorry. If I go down… I want you to be with me. I'm in love with you, ya know…" he whispered in her ear. Lorry turned a deep red and shifted uncomfortably underneath Cartman's body. He wasn't really in love with her… was he? "So, will you help me?" he asked. She nodded, and then looked him straight in the eyes. "Only if DeBuis can come with us. I'm not leaving him by himself." She said. Cartman scowled, but agreed. He crawled out of the window, back to his house, and settled in for 15 minutes of good sleep.
Everyone had gathered in the town square, glaring at Cartman, but looking at Lorry and DeBuis with sorrow and compassion. The mayor stepped onto the podium, and pulled out a scroll. "Eric Cartman, Lorry and DeBuis Jarvine, you have been banished on the charges of the murder and cooking of Mr. Jack Tenorman and his wife, Mrs. Tenorman." She continued, but the three exiles tuned her out. "Where we going, Lorry?" DeBuis asked sleepily. It was 5 am. "Well, DeBuis, since Cartie here killed his own dad and fed him to his half brother, we have to leave town." She said, pointing all of the blame to Cartman. He rolled his eyes. "I thought Tubby had something to do with this…" DeBuis complained, folding his arms. Cartman glared at him, and turned his attention to the rope being tied to his wrists. "What are you gonna do, throw us on some horses?" he asked. The mayor's aides led them to a pick-up truck and placed DeBuis and Lorry in the back, but threw Cartman in. "Ai! Watch it!" he yelled. Lorry watched as the only town she knew as home faded away before her very eyes, her best friends, Butters, Kenny, Stan, and Kyle, all waving good-bye. But, she thought she saw Butters give a thumbs up and Kyle, Stan and Kenny share a knowing glance.
Once they were dropped off on the outskirts of town, they were untied and left for dead. DeBuis drew pictures in the dirt while Cartman and Lorry fought. "How could you drag DeBuis into this? He doesn't need something like this in his life!" "Me?! You're the one who wanted to bring him!" just then, they all heard a car approaching. No, an RV. It stopped right in front of them. The door opened and they saw the happiest face in the world. "Lorry! I'm so glad you're still alive!" Butters sobbed as he hugged her. "I never thought I'd see you again!" she wailed. Stan came out next and was greeted by an overwhelmed DeBuis. "Missed ya, too, squirt." He said, rubbing his head. Kyle was driving the RV and Kenny was getting out greeting Cartman. "Hey, Fattie. Hope life wasn't too horrible without food for 10 minutes." He said, grinning. Cartman punched him in the arm and climbed into the RV. "Thanks, you guys! But, aren't you gonna get in trouble?" Lorry asked. Kyle shook his head. "We're 18, we don't need our parents permission to rescue our friends… and Cartman." He said.