Loveless
Summary:- A short insight into Cartman's mind during the final scene of TSST. I hope you enjoy! You must know that I love writing stories about Cartman, because I think that he's such an insightful character and there are so many depths to him. So sit back and enjoy this little drabble!
I don't like the way my mom has been acting lately. She's so different, and she never listens to me anymore. All she wants to do is hang out with that Ceasar fellow. They spend all their time together, and they just ignore me! It is as if I do not exist to them anymore. I'm seriously. Why doesn't my mother love me anymore? I was her whole world. I was her little baby, her precious poopikins. I was. Not anymore. Now it's like my mother doesn't give a fuck about me, and about what I do. Doesn't she understand? She is the only thing that keeps me sane. Not my friends. Ha! Friends? I have no friends! And why would I? Who would want me as a friend? I don't need any of 'em anyway. I hate them all! Especially that pesky Jew, Kyle. What an asshole!
But like I've been saying, I need my mother. I need her attention. She's the only person in this world who has ever cared about me, the real me, and not this mask I sometimes wear to get people to like me. Can I help it if I have a strong disliking for a lot of people? It's their own fault! They never cared about me, or tried to get to know me. They just assumed the little bastard who insulted and hurt them was the real Eric Cartman. Bastard. Kyle calls me bastard a lot, I've noticed. I wonder if he knows how hurtful the word really is to someone like me. Someone without a father. Sometimes when he calls me that, I want to cry, but I can't. I won't let that little fuck Jew know how much he hurts me. I shouldn't waste my thoughts on Kyle anyway. I have more important matters at hand.
I need to get rid of Ceasar. He's the one causing all these problems. It's like, he has zero respect for my authoritah! And dammit, I am not going to stand by here and allow my authoritah to be disrespected! But I need to be crafty. If Ceasar sees what a "good little boy I can be" then he'll leave me and mom alone, right? Yeah. I'm so super smart!
This afternoon, I'm cleaning my room, when I hear a knock at the door. I come my hair perfectly, and go downstairs. I watch from the kitchen as my mother answers. It's Ceasar. I place a hand over my mouth so that they do not know I am listening to them. My mother sounds downtrodden, upset. I feel a pang of guilt for what I am about to do, but it is quickly evaporated. I deserve to be loved! I can hear the sadness in my mother's voice as she says a tearful goodbye to Ceasar and closes the door. I emerge from my hiding spot, picture perfect innocence, and come to stand behind her.
"Mom?" I ask innocently. She turns and looks at me.
"Sweetie, would you like to see Madam Butterfly with me?" She asks, almost begs. "We can go to KFC too, if you want. And I'll buy you a Mega Ranger"
"Could I perhaps have, two Mega Rangers?" I enquire, looking up at her with those doe eyes I know she finds irresistable. She gets onto her knees and takes me by the shoulders.
"Yes darling. You can have whatever you want." She wraps her arms around me, kisses my cheek, and rests her head on my shoulder. My mask of benevolence falls, my mouth curves into a smile.