Prompt: Well I was very bad and am linking diana_lucifera's prompt and nerdy_leo's prompt together. So this is part one. Mostly Diana's prompt, which was: Hatey Cartman/Kyle with Creeper!Cartman.
Rating: PG14 for swearing, sexyness, and creepiness [nothing to sexy though]

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Sixteen year old Kyle Broflovski stared at himself in the mirror. He was currently sitting in a high chair at the barber shop. His long curly red hair was gone. Now it was short curly red hair. His eyes darted to the floor where his long red locks lay scattered. He felt a pang in his chest, then shrugged it off. His mom hadn't wanted him to cut it, but enough was enough. It was his hair and he could damn well do whatever he pleased with it!

"What the fuck did you do?"

Cartman's voice startled Kyle out of his mental ranting. He turned to face his enemy-friend, and blinked several times. "I cut my hair lard ass." He snapped finally. Kyle hopped out of his chair and quickly paid the barber.

"WHY?" Eric's voice sounded somewhat...shrill. Quickly, he recovered "I meant, won't your bitch of a mother freak out or some shit like that?" He asked, trying desperately to act like his usual self.

"Probably...and because I wanted to. Why the fuck do you care?"

Cartman rolled his eyes and scoffed "I don't care jewboy. I was just wondering why a pussy like you finally decided to stand up to his moooooommy" He drew the word out, smirking as Kyle's face heated with anger.

"Whatever fatass. I'm leaving." He snapped before storming out of the shop. The barber eyed Eric up and down for a moment, before shrugging and going to fetch a broom.

As soon as the barber was out of sight Eric snatched up a piece of curly red hair lying on the ground. He stuffed it into his glove, then put the glove in his pocket. The old man came back and gave him a funny look, so Eric turned and walked out.

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Kyle did end up getting in trouble for his hair, but he didn't care. It was easier to take care of short, and plus - it made him look less like a girl, and more like a teenaged boy.

He sighed and sat down on the slide. He was supposed to be meeting the guys here, but no one had shown up yet. Knowing them, they'd all end up being late anyway. Vaguely he heard the crunch of snow under boots. He looked up just as a dark shadow fell over him. "What the fuck Cartman?" He glared. Fatass was standing way to close for comfort.

"Why the fuck did you cut your hair?"

Kyle blinked "The fuck do you care fatass? It's my goddamn hair. I can cut it if I-" He gagged as a hand wrapped around his throat, slamming him back down onto the slide.

"Didn't answer my question jewfag." Cartman growled, eyes dark. Clearly, he wanted an answer.

"God dammit! It was too girly." Kyle hissed, kicking Eric in the shin. The larger of the two didn't even seem to notice.

"Maybe we liked it girly." Eric said slowly.

"What the fuck?"

Kyle was jerked up and shoved towards the tree line. "I said maybe we liked it girly."

"Who the fuck is 'we' you psychotic lard ass?!"

Cartman didn't answer. He merely gave Kyle a hard shove, sending the shorter boy to the ground.

"Fuck! Cartman you asshole!" Kyle shouted while pushing himself up.

Cartman's boot met with the small of Kyle's back, forcing him once again to the ground. "Stay the fuck down."

Kyle struggle for a moment longer, before falling still beneath Cartman's foot. His face lit up hotly and he turned it away. 'God not now' he groaned mentally. He could feel himself hardening.

Cartman noticed the change instantly, and used his foot to make Kyle roll onto his back. "You fucking like this?" He laughed, long and loud "You sick Jewish fuck. You like this. Wait until I tell Stan."

"No! Dammit Cartman you fat fuck!" Kyle arched up, glaring angrily up at his captor.

"Beg me not to."

"EXCUSE you?"

"I said beg me not to. I can hear Stan now. Beg me good, and maybe I won't." Eric grinned evilly down at his little Jew.

Kyle closed his eyes tightly, jaw clenched. He could hear Stan and Kenny laughing. They were getting close...He took a deep breath and started "Please Cartman..."

"Please what?"

"Please don't tell Stan..." Kyle was practically mumbling.

"I can't hear you jewfag. Please what?"

"Please don't tell Stan." Talking now.

"Louder!"

"PLEASE DON'T TELL STAN!" Kyle shouted up at Eric, eyes shooting open.

"Don't tell Stan what?"

Eric and Kyle both looked at Stan. He was standing, arms crossed as he watched the two. Kyle gave Eric a pleading look, to which Eric responded with a nasty grin.

"Oh he just doesn't want me to tell you that he has a picture of you for the background on his cell phone."

"WHAT?!"

Kyle jumped up, and rushed to Stan "No he's lying dammit! I - uh...Stan wait!" He cried as Stan turned and hurried away. Stan was after all, the only one who knew he was gay...

Eric chuckled, congratulating himself on a job well done, as he bent and picked up the glove Kyle had dropped. Shrugging, he shoved it into his pocket then started home. He wanted to get it put away before the jewrat noticed it was missing.

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Okay so it wasn't that hatey. Sorry :P I tried. I'll try to put part 2 up soon but my fingers are getting cramped from typing :P