Hey everyone, if you have been reading my story "Beyond the Snow Fort, fear not! I will be continuing that when the holidays come back. in the mean time, i decided to write this new South Park fanfic .I want this to be really good so please if you have any suggestions, tell me, and if i need to improve on anything, let me know. But please, no harsh criticism. Please review! It pushed me when I knew people are reading!
Chapter 1
Sometimes the world isn't as it seems. Most of the time believing is seeing.
Tic Tic Tic, Tic Tic. Tic Tic Tic, Tic Tic Tic Tic. It chimed gracefully. Tic Tic Tic Tic. It continued, the pins plucking the steel comb.
He stood there in the middle of his bedroom, and watched it, full of demoralization. It sat on his nightstand and played the lovely yet mysterious tune.
Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic Tic, Tic Tic Tic Tic, Tic, Tic.
There seemed to be no purpose for this object. It was old and dusty, and the music paused after every twenty seconds. Still, there was one thing holding him back from getting rid of it.
"Eric, sweetie," Lian Cartman said in a soothing voice as she stepped into her son's room. "You're friends are waiting for you."
"Mom," he replied, his eyes still on the music box. "What's the point in having this?"
She kneeled down to the obese boy's level, and placed her warm hands on his shoulders. "Because you're grandmother gave it to you. It's very special."
"But why is it so special? It doesn't do anything but play music." Sure, any kid his age would enjoy music, but this, this was a whole different picture. It was more of a baby's toy than an instrument.
"If it belongs to somebody of your family, than it's important. Just except that, Poopsie."
He couldn't accept something that didn't do any good for him. But for now, he left it there on his night stand and turned to his bedroom door, where his mother was leading the way out. He was about to start his tenth birthday party, and he wasn't going to let a useless birthday gift ruin it.
Eric was wearing a blue vest with his brown pants for the occasion. He always wanted to look his best when the day revolved around him, or for anything he did for that matter. He left his room and followed his mom down the stairs that lead to the living room. That's where his friends would be; they who were invited to the party.
As the boy got to the bottom at the steps, he could see nine familiar faces looking his way. In their hands, were wrapped gifts, that brought the boy rushing over. "I hope you guys got me something good," he said.
With that,his friend Kyle Broflovski rolled his eyes at that remark. He wore his regular lime green ushanka hat. He had a lot to say, but for now, since it was Eric's birthday, he decided to keep it to himself. Even if his friend didn't deserve it.
Eric Cartman was a selfish, insensitive, racist obese jerk. That's how anybody would put it, although that's how it's been since the beginning. He was still everyone's friend, even if they did resent him.
"Okay Eric," Ms. Cartman said gently as she pointed to the floor, motioning her son to sit down. She wasn't as demanding as a regular parents was. In fact, Eric took completely advantage of her, and she let him. She practically spoiled the boy rotten.
Eric took his seat on the middle of the floor, as his friends sat around him with their gifts. The obese boy was eager to open them and could barely keep still.
"When are we gonna use the bounce house?" That came from Craig Tucker, one of Cartman's other friends. He use to be the class bully, as far as Eric was concerned, but now he joined him in any exciting game he came up with. He, too, resented Eric, and only came to the party because he knew there was going to be free food and a bounce house that birthday boy's mother ordered. The boy wore his usual blue chullo that matched his jacket.
"After I open the presents!" Eric exclaimed expressively.
"Open mine first, Eric!" Butters Scotch said excitedly. He was probably the nicest and most positive of the bunch, and that often got on Eric's nerves. But the rest of the 4th grade class often picked on him. Even so, the short spikey-blondehaired boy was as sweet as ever.
Eric took a long rectangular shaped wrapped box from Butters, and opened it quickly. There inside the package was a Nerf gun. The boy gave a few eye blinks, wondering why he had gotten this. Any regular boy would want it, but Eric wasn't regular. He was too grown up for that stuff. "What the hell is this?"
"It's a fisher! You shoot out the line and you catch fish with it!" Butters was very determined with his gift and his smile never left his face, not even with when Eric refused to compliment it.
"Thanks Butters," was all the boy could mutter, and took his friend Stan Marsh's gift next.
"This is from me, Kyle, and Kenny," Stan said. He wore his regular poof-ball winter hat. He was friends with Eric since preschool, along with Kyle and Kenny McCormick. The four always did everything together and stuck together til the end. They were always the first ones to agree to Eric's ideas and schemes.
Eric unwrapped their gift to find Sword Art Online game for the Xbox one. For the first time since he started opening the gifts, the boy got excited and held up the game case. "Oh boy, this is awesome!" There was a bright flash that came from his mother's camera.
"Oh boy, you're so lucky, Eric!" Butters let out. "You can make your own character in that game!"
"Yes, I know how it goes, Butters," Eric replied as he scanned the game case. "Mom, tonight you need to bake lots of cookies so I can play all night."
"Alright Eric," Ms. Cartman said as she snapped another picture of him.
Eric unwrapped the rest of the gifts. He got games, movies, a helicopter drone toy, and a toy gun, which came from Token Black, who was the richest of the boys. It wasn't something Eric needed, but Token convinced him that it was an exact replica of a laser gun. The obese boy than changed his opinion about it in an instant.
"Now can we go on the bounce house?" Clyde Donovan asked anxiously.
"No dude, he has to blow out his birthday candles," said Kyle as he followed Eric and his mother into the kitchen. Everyone was thrilled about the bounce house, for it was something no kid could get too big for, especially if they had a huge imagination.
"We'll pretend we are on Mars!" Butters suggested as he took a seat next to Eric at the table.
"Enough about the bounce house," Eric said firmly, "let's focus on me and the cake!"
"Can I light the candles?" Butters was now on his feet and leaning over the table eagerly.
"How about if I do it," Ms. Cartman said as she took out the lighter and brought it above the ten candles that had been placed into the cake's chocolate frosting. She then lit the candles one by one.
"I can't wait to get a piece of that ch..ch..chocolate c..cake." That came from Jimmy Valmer. He was hand-capped and often had trouble getting his words through, which is why he stuttered a lot. Despite all that, he was very optimistic and kept his days going with comedy. He loved to tell jokes, and the kids got a kick out of it.
"Me too!" Kenny muffled behind his orange parka hood. He was the poor boy of the group, so he didn't get enough of good food. He didn't turn down any chance he got, and often brought home scraps to his family.
As soon as Ms. Cartman finished lighting the candles, she began to sing "Happy Birthday", along with Eric's friends. Butters voice could be heard over everyone else's, for he loved to sing. When the song was finished, they all clapped their hands. "Alright, my little boy is ten years old!" Ms. Cartman stated, trying not to cry.
"Make sure you make a wish before blowing out the candles," Clyde said casually.
Eric shut his eyes and did so, only not because his friend told him to, but because even though he was growing up, Eric still believed in magic. He then blew out the candles.
"What did you wish for, Cartman?" Stan asked.
"Not telling," Eric replied. "Now, let's cut the cake!"
Ms. Cartman grabbed a knife and cut the cake, slicing it into pieces for each of the boys. She gave Eric the first piece, then gave the rest one by one. They all enjoyed every bit of it as if they had never had birthday cake before. Ms. Cartman didn't think about the consequences of giving the boys sugar.
After they finished their dessert, Eric lead his friends to the back door and turned to them. "Since it's my birthday, I am the first one to jump into that bounce house. Let's make this opportunity a great one."
"Yeah yeah, let's just go!" Kayla said impatiently.
"Okay, Kyle," Eric said with a glare and opened the door, then lead his friends out to the backyard, where the bounce house was already blown up and ready to be played on.
"Oh boy!" Butters said as he jumped into the air. "This is going to be fun!"
Eric stepped up to the inflatable house that was the shape of a space shape, and then went up the steps before leaning over the edge. He gazed upon it, eager to jump in. "All hail King Cartman!" He took a leap forward, and as his feet landed, he bounced ahead. "Woo! What fun!"
"Can we come in now?" Kyle asked sarcastically.
Eric didn't seem to notice his friend's tone, as he continued to bounce all around. "Yeah, it's open!"
"Whoopie!" Butters cheered as he dashed in front of the others and climbed over the edge. Then he followed Eric's lead, as the others joined.
They did as Butters suggested earlier, and pretended that they were on Mars. Eric, as usual, was the leader of the astronauts. "This will be a new paradise," he said roughly. "We need to build an amusement park. Imagine the rides on this planet!"
"Agreed," Clyde said, speaking into an invisible microphone, "should we let any other life forms in?"
"No, humans only. Tucker, it will be your job to keep the aliens out."
"Copy that," Craig said, also talking into an imaginary microphone.
The game continued for the rest of the party, and by the end, everyone was too tired to even go home. That wasn't a problem, because the plan was to sleepover at Eric's house and play video games. Ms. Cartman ordered pizza, stuffed crust to be specific, since Eric demanded it.
The boys fell asleep after midnight in the basement, and Eric shifted in his sleep as he began a very mysterious dream. He was sitting on on a tree branch, surrounded by a bunch of colorful lights, which the boy had no idea were. He tried to move, but was unable to leave the tree when he heard somebody calling his name.
"Power," the person said in a deep voice that echoed the forest. "Power," it said again.
"Power," Eric repeated, "power." He said the word over and over again when a voice woke him up.
"I want the power!" the boy shouted as he awoke from his sleep. He could hear the snoring of his friends that surrounded him. Nobody noticed his sudden outburst, but just to make sure, he scanned over the boys.
Butters was mumbling in his sleep, something about a duck, which Eric had no interest in. He then heard the voice again, but not Butters'.
"Come outside," the stranger said.