Liebende Rückblende

By SEGAMew

Disclaimer:

South Park and all related characters are property of Trey Parker and Matt Stone, because they are geniuses and I'm not.

Any historical persons that appear in this work of fiction are loosely based of their real life counterpart and possibly portrayed poorly. Reader discretion is advised.

There is no plans to include any OCs/FCs in this fanfiction. So don't worry if you're anti OC/FC. If there are to be any OC/FC, they will be only background characters with probably a few unmemorable lines.

Synopsis:

Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, along with the rest of Mr. Garrison's fourth grade class, are assigned to work on a history project. The Boys (thanks to Cartman) are to work on the subject of The Holocaust. What starts as an almost normal day at South Park turns (expectantly) for the worst when Cartman tries to once again induce a flashback to get out of actually researching The Holocaust. To make things worst, an accident happens and Kyle gets transported as well to Auschwitz II- Birkenau 1944.

Pairings: Kyman (Kyle x Cartman) and others that will be revealed in later chapters (absolutely no fan pairings)

Warnings: M for harsh language and horrendous gratuitous acts of violence. No lemon/smut/stuff like that because I'm horrible at writing such things. There will be mild lime and adult situations however. I mean come on, it's a South Park fanfic!

Chapter 1: Lebenden Rückblende (Living Flashback)

Location: South Park Elementary - 4th Grade Classroom

Herbert Garrison's POV

"Okay, children, let's take our seats. We're going to be doing something constructive this time so listen up."

I wait for the kids to settle down and shut up before continuing with what I have planned for them today. If things go well, it'll preoccupy them long enough for me to catch up on my novel writing. It has been a long time since I published my first best selling piece. My adoring fans sent me lots of fan mail and practically begged me to write the sequel to 'The Valley of Penises.' Unfortunately, I haven't had the time to consider writing another novel. The last novel I wrote was because I was on leave. I'm not sure I can juggle teaching and the life of a novelist. The little bastards keep me so busy, I plan out my lessons plans barely two hours ahead of time! The kids finally settled down.

"Children, I'm going to assign a group project to you all. It's suppose to take forever to complete so I like all of you to get into groups of four. Since there's twenty-four of you little bastards, I expect Butters to not be left out again. Now go on, get into groups and I'll tell you what's coming next."

The students got up from their desks and moved them to make formations of four. As they're doing that, I rested my chin on the palm of my hand, brainstorming of what my next grand novel is to be about...

"No, Butters! We already have a group of four, go join up with Malkinson or somethin'!"

"O-oh... But he's not in our class, Eric..."

"My suggestion still stands."

Not again, why must I be cursed to have one of the unpopular kids in my class. It's such a hassle to keep babysitting a bunch of ten year olds. Who am I, Mary Fucking Poppins?! Whatever, it looks like I have to step in once again. I scanned the classroom to locate an incomplete group of three. I know no one is absent today when I took attendance this morning. Off to the side behind the annoying girl power group lead by Wendy, I spotted the group. I opened my mouth to call them, but realized that with this particular group of three, I don't really know their names. Most of the time it doesn't feel like they're in my class. It's really strange you know? There's constantly twenty-four students but sometimes, different students appear in the place of others and my attendance sheet reflects this change. Strange as hell indeed but this is South Park after all. I took out a pile of note cards with must know information about my class. According to my notes, I labeled them as two foreigners and a prop. Reading further I divulge their names to be Gregory, Christophe, and... DogPoo? God with a name like that, his parents must really be high off of some serious shit... Literally. I put my notes away and called out to the least anti-social looking of the bunch.

"Gregory, would you let Butters into your group before he gets grounded again?"

Gregory faced me upon being called. He nodded, then glanced over to Butters and waved him over. Finally, now I can explain the group project. The sooner I get this done the sooner I can pursue my upcoming novel that's bound to be brilliant.

"All right now that the hard part is over, next we'll be picking topics. Once you pick your topics, you'll tell me what it is and I'll tell you if you can do it or not. The topic you must pick is to be any historical event. Nothing retarded like your birthday," I glared at Eric, "it has to be something that made an impact on at least more than ten people. Something like Columbine. Once you got your topic, you are to make a dumb little project about it. It can be a gay little skit, a boring report, or heaven forbid, a power point. You have ten minutes to discuss amongst yourselves."

Leaving the little demons to their own devices, I took a nap. I need to rest my brain in preparation for all the incoming retarded topics that Eric Cartman is sure to plow me with.

Cartman's POV

Ugh, lame! Fuck Mr. Garrison and fuck this project! If I have to suffer through this, we might as well work with one of my many favorite moments in American history.

"Guys, two words; Holocaust."

"No way, fatass, we're not doing THAT topic!"

Of course, the one Jew in the entire school has to disagree with my sweet topic, and he's in my fucking group! What are the odds of that?! Fucking Christ! I slammed my hands down on my desk and shot him a look of absolute authoritah.

"Yes, we are, Kahl!"

"No, we are not! Plus, you're not the boss of this group! Stan and Kenny have a say in this too."

I turned to Stan and Kenny. They may be losers but I like them better than that Jewrat. Surely they will agree with my choice topic.

"Stan, Kinny, you wanna do the Holocaust, right?"

The hippie glanced at the Jew.

"Actually, I'm with Kyle on this. If he doesn't feel comfortable with the topic of the Holocaust, we shouldn't do it."

"Mmmpph," Kenny nods.

"Ugh, you guys are such fags," I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, "Fine! What topic, that is totally not sweeter than mine, are we gonna do?"

Kyle is the first to make a suggestion. God dammit I hate him.

"I think the Attack on Pearl Harbor is a good topic."

Of course the pussy ass hippie agrees.

"Yeah, there's a lot of information on that, This should be easy!"

"Mmmph, mmppmphh ffmppf mpph?"

I rolled my eyes, "Why would there be bright flashing lights at Pearl Harbor? God you're so stupid and poor, Kinny!"

So my lame friends decided on Pearl Harbor. What a lame topic. Who the fuck cares about stupid Japs crashing into ships and shit? They should've bought GPSs like the rest of the world and not be stupid and poor like Kenny! My topic is waaaaaaaay better. Who wouldn't want to learn about the totally cool Adolf Hitler? Heil Hitler! If there's someone more awesomer and cooler than Mel Gibson (who pretty much defines awesome and cool for the people of my generation), it's definitely Adolf Hitler. If he was alive today, I would crawl to my knees and kiss his boots. And if I was a dog, I would probably hump his leg too. I wouldn't be a shitty little chihuahua either, I would be a fucking German Shepard. I snapped out of my fantasy to the annoying high pitched voice of the stupid Jewfag.

"No way, you're doing The Attack on Pearl Harbor too, Craig?"

"Yup."

"Couldn't you pick something else? There's no way Mr. Garrison would let us do the same topic!"

Craig flipped Kyle off. Ha, he deserved it!

"Nope. Pick something else."

Kyle turned away from Craig and back to facing us. Well actually more like facing me... No glaring at me. I was about to open my mouth but he has the balls to interrupt me.

"No, Cartman. We're not -"

"Yaaaawn... All right, children, time's up! Let's go over your chosen topics now..."

The Jew was interrupted by Mr. Garrison. Ha! Karma's a bitch, isn't it, Kyle?!

Herbert Garrison's POV

I awoken from my nap. That is just what I needed, a quick power nap. I stayed up late last night chatting it up with my online acquaintances on Skype. I stretched my arms and yawned into my hand before addressing the class.

"All right, children, time's up! Let's go over your chosen topics now..."

I stood up and picked up a piece of chalk and wrote on the board. I called out the names of each student whom I mentally note as the most dominant of the group.

"Craig who are in your group? And your topic, please." I prepare to write as he speaks.

"The Attack on Pearl Harbor. Me, Clyde, Tweek, Token."

"Alright, good topic..." I looked back eyeing the next kid, "Jimmy?"

"Me, Timmy, Jason, and Peter... And we're doing the Great De... The Great DeeeEeeh... The Great Deeaaeh... The Gr-"

"The Great Depression, got it. Good choice, Jimmy," I finished up for him, writing on the board. I should have picked on Timmy or something. I focused on the next group.

"Kevin."

"Me, Bradley, Heidi, and Esther. We're doing Roswell!"

I placed a hand on my forehand and my other hand on my hip, "God dammit Kevin, this is a history project, not a geography one!"

"B-but... Roswell really happened, I seen the evidence on the internet!"

Esther piped up, "Mr. Garrison, what Kevin meant to say is that we're doing the Roswell UFO Incident."

I blinked, then cleared my throat as I wrote that down, "Oh yes, that certainly qualifies. Good, Esther! Now who's left? How about... Wendy?"

"Me, Bebe, Red, and Annie. Our topic is The Sinking of the RMS Titanic."

"Boo Wendy Testaburger booooo!"

I snapped back towards the owner of that incredibly annoying voice.

"Eric, since you love running your goddamn mouth in class everyday, why don't you tell me who is in your group and your subject?!"

Eric oddly enough smiled even though I was yelling at him. He is one psychotic kid. I noticed he gave Kyle a look I couldn't begin to describe, then spoke.

"Well, Mr. Garrison... Mah group has me, Stan, Kinny, and the Jewrat... And we're doing The Holocaust."

Kyle whined. He always seems to have something to say against the fat antisemitic bastard.

"Mr. Garrison, can we please not do the Holocaust? Cartman is just going to rub it in my face that we are doing his topic."

"Oh please, Kahl, would I do something soooo immature like that?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact you did lots of times, fatass!"

"Mr. Garrison, I think it's important for young Kahl here to embrace subject matters that makes him uncomfortable. As a teacher, you should know that this is one of the many ways students grow and prosper. Don't you wanna be a teacher with a classroom full of prospering children?"

To be honest I don't really care enough to entertain one of Eric's mind games. I want to get to writing the sequel of 'The Valley of Penises' as soon as possible! I wrote out Holocaust for Eric's group and moved on to the rest of the class.

Location: Kyle's Room

Kyle's POV

I can't believe Mr. Garrison let Cartman talk him into signing us up for The Holocaust! The event in recent World History that is regarded as the most horrific time period ever! I normally wouldn't mind researching the actual topic if the entire class had to do it or something, but this is Cartman's chosen topic! He's just going to make me do all the work, then rip on me not just for being Jewish, but also being inferior compared to the rest of the European races (I know Judaism isn't a race, he seems to think it is). Arg he's so annoying, it wouldn't surprised me if he's the fucking reincarnation of that psychotic German Nazi Leader himself!

I gritted my teeth as I click through various sites and jotting down key notes. Reading on this subject is sickening to my stomach. This one man, human like the rest of us, is capable of so much evil. I will never understand Cartman's constant worshiping of Hitler. Then again he's probably as insane as he is. He did dressed up as Hitler that one time for Halloween.

"So like, we should totally do a skit where I'm Hitler and I'm killin' Kahl. Or maybe I can be one of those Nazi soldiers who push Kahl into like, a room and I fart in a tube leading to the room and he dies. Or maybe better, we can make a German Scheisse video where I take a huge shit on -"

I slammed my pen down, spun around my chair, and glared at the tub of lard.

"Fuck you! We're NOT doing a skit where you are degrading me in any way!"

"But Kaaaaahl it has to be historically acuraaaaate."

I fucking hate his damn begging voice. It gets on my nerves so much! Why do all the adults fall for his ruse? I crossed my arms, continuing to glare.

"There's nothing historically accurate about fucking Nazis taking a dump on my people!"

"Kahl, you know as well as I do that's what happened! The super awesome Nazi gathered up all the useless people and took a huge fuckin' shit on all of them! Good riddance to them too, World War five or something is sure to happen if they were allowed to live."

Before I knew it, my fist connected with Cartman's fat antisemitic face. Hard. Oh that felt so fucking good. It felt so fucking good that I did it again, but to the other side of his face. He lied there bawling like the big fat baby he is. Kenny is on my bed laughing while Stan stood there looking shocked.

"Dude... I think you gave him a black eye!"

I grinned, "Really? Sweet."

Cartman crawled back to his feet, still sniffing and rubbing his eyes, "F-fuck you, Kahl! I'm gunna tell on yeeeew!"

He ran out of my room and presumably downstairs. Is he seriously going to phone his mom and tell on me? Whatever, that asshole deserved more than two punches to his face. I walked back to my desk and sat back down, resuming where I left off in my research.

Cartman's POV

THAT GODDAMN NO GOOD FUCKING JEWRAT PUNCHED ME.

I HOPE HE GOES TO FUCKING JEW HELL.

I stood on the stool in the bathroom and washed my face. Ugh... Fuck. My face fucking hurts like fuck. Arg FUCK. I jumped off the stool and angrily kicked it. Oh how I wish the stool was Kyle's Jew nuts. I exited the bathroom, made my way downstairs, and plopped myself on the couch. I don't want to go back and face Kyle just yet. I need to plot my revenge and carry it out when Kyle will least suspect it. Those are the sweetest types of revenge after all, when your enemy least suspects it. I will have to carry it out after the project is finished though. The stupid Jew does most of the work so I rather not screw myself over and get held back in the fourth grade with fucking Mr. Garrison again.

Ay, why does the Jew have to do most of the work anyway?! I'm the authoritah in the subject of The Holocaust! Though knowing that Jew, he wants everything to be historically accurate, even though we both know what I say is fact. The Nazi took a gigantic dump on the Jews, hippies and the Mexicans all those centuries ago! There has to be some way to show him... Oh yeah I can do that one thing I did last time during that gay Hippie vs Rednecks protest. I flashbacked back into like, the medieval times and avoided reading boring ass textbooks. And I saved the day. That was the day where I beat Kyle at his game. His defeat tasted so delicious on my tongue...

But I shorted out my TV OH! the last time I flashbacked and my poor as hell Mom hasn't gotten around to buying a new one. I looked on top of Kyle's living room TV and saw that he has a TV OH!. Sweet, this could work. I got up and started loading it up with every program that talks about the Holocaust and Hitler. I'll show Kyle. I'll flash back, then tape everything that happened on my iPhone, and rub it into that Jewfag's face!

Stan's POV

Kyle and I are at his computer reading a few Wikipedia articles together. Judging from the way Kenny is laughing at his laptop, he's probably watching porn. Anyway, I thought Pearl Harbor has a ton of info, but the Holocaust feels like it has a ton more. Though I guess that makes sense, a lot of people are affected by the Holocaust, and some are still alive today. Between Pearl Harbor and the Americans nuking Japan, the survivors are probably turned mutant from soaking up all that radioactivity. Between the Holocaust and Pearl Harbor, I don't really have a preference one way or another for the history project. I just didn't want my super best friend to feel pressured into doing something he doesn't want to. I gotta back him up and stuff, especially against Cartman. Not that Kyle really needs me to back him up, he slugged that fatass good!

I saw Kyle really getting into working on the project. I saw him writing pages and pages of notes. I'm really not good at that kind of stuff, I just read it all on Wikipedia and hope I remember it later. A question formed in my head.

"Hey, dude? Are we doing a skit or...?"

Kyle still glanced up towards his computer then back down to his notes scribbling away.

"I'm thinking a Power Point. That way Cartman can't degrade me in a stupid skit."

"Oh... A Power Point..." Yeah I hate Power Points, they're so boring to work on and even more boring to present, "What if... We come up with a skit idea that doesn't degrade anyone?"

Kyle sighed, putting down his pen and rubbing his face, "Stan, Cartman is right. The Nazi took a huge gigantic shit on my people. That's pretty much the Holocaust in a nutshell."

I thought a bit, "But... Maybe we can do the part where everyone gets freed or something? Like I dunno, maybe a moment in that time where it's victory for the Jews?"

"What kind of victory is it when so many people died?!"

I flinched, Kyle usually doesn't raise his voice directly at me. Kyle's face soften and glanced sideways nervously, "Hey, sorry dude. I guess this is a touchy subject for me."

I pat Kyle on his back, smiling, "It's okay. I understand. If you wanna do a power point, we can! Though we might want to do something sweet alongside it so everyone doesn't fall asleep or something."

Kyle nodded, smiling back, "Wanna order some pizza and soda? I've been concentrating so hard that I didn't noticed how hungry I am!"

"Hell yeah!" then I remembered, "Hey, where's Cartman anyway? It's been like an hour."

"Fuck if I know, I'm not his keeper. C'mon, let's head downstairs and order the pizza. We can hook up my Xbox and play some Watch Dogs."

"Watch Dogs? Sick dude!"

We all went downstairs. I was shocked to see a small kiddy pool full of water in the living room. This wasn't here before. I then noticed Cartman recording shows on Kyle's TV OH!. Kyle of course, demands to know what he thinks he's doing.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing, and why the fuck is there a damn pool in my living room?!"

Cartman tugs on the TV OH!, as if trying extend it past where it sat and towards the pool.

"What does it fuckin' look like, Kahl?! I'm gonna flashback mahself back into the Holocaust, take an iPhone video of the Nazi shittin' all over your people, then rub it in your Jew face! Then, I will collect my A+ from Mr. Garrison."

I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation. He's going to do THAT again? And how the hell is he going to bring his iPhone into his crazy coma flashback dream? What a freaking retard.

"Now if you excuse meh, I'm gonna forward to the past!"

Cartman was about to drop the still on TV OH! into the pool ,with him standing in it, when Kyle jumped in and tried to yank it out of his hands.

"Fatass, I don't give a shit if you destroyed your TV OH!, but don't you dare think about doing the same to my family's! I'll never hear the end of it from my Mom!"

"Whatever! She's a big fat bitch so she'll end you either way, kike!"

"Don't you fucking call me that you racist sack of shit!"

While my two ever feuding friends are having a power struggle in the kiddy pool, Kenny returned from the kitchen. Returned? When did he leave?

"Mmphph mffpmh mpf."

I smiled, temporarily taking my attention off of my two friends, "Oh, you order the pizza and drinks already?"

"Mphhhh mph!"

Cartman stopped arguing with Kyle, "Pizza? Fucking kickass!"

I turned to face Cartman to affirm that the pizza has been ordered when I noticed Cartman, in a lapse of judgment and inability to contain his emotions when it comes to food, let go of the TV OH!. To my horror, this caused Kyle to become unbalanced and fell over into the pool while still holding onto the TV OH!. A blinding surge of electricity shot out everywhere and I had to shield my eyes. The brightness soon ceased and I uncovered my face. I saw Kenny by the TV holding the power cord for the TV OH!. Quick thinking, Kenny! I looked back to the pool and saw both Kyle and Cartman out cold.

"Aw awwwww! Not again!"

Notes from SEGAMew_

Well, how you like that? :) Probably a bit boring but it is expected. It's the first chapter! Next chapter might be a little slow as well as it serves to establish the setting of Auschwitz (specifically Auschwitz II, most famous of the extermination/labor camps).

This is my first South Park fanfic, but not my first fanfic overall. But you know, the last time I wrong fanfics actively was back in the late 90's. I was writing in script format and that wasn't allowed on :( In any case they were immature Sonic stories hehe...

Comments, constructive criticism, reviews, whatever is appreciated! Kyman is the obvious pairing that is to happen eventually (if you read the stuff at the very top of this text document, you would have figured that out). I definitely have in mind at least one other pairing that will happen eventually in the story. Can you guess who? :)

Translation Notes_

Heil Hitler! - Hail Hitler! Back when Hitler is pretty much the most popular man in all of Nazi Germany/Third Reich, people would proudly perform the Nazi salute and hail him out of respect.

Scheisse - German for Shit. This is a reference to the online video the boys watched in Bigger, Longer, and Uncut/