I have to admit that this story was never supposed to happen. But then I started thinking about identities and powers... and I couldn't help myself. Vicki and Kenny need to face down their demon one last time.
Butters knew this was wrong; he had dug up what had been buried four years before, when they had been kids in fourth grade, and brought it to Juvie. It had made it past the guards somehow, stuffed in his backpack, and now it sat wedged between his feet, as Cartman settled down in the seat across from him. They were the only ones in the visitor's room today—it was a gloomy Thursday when the rain came down in sheets. But he'd agreed to deliver...
"You have it, Butters?" Cartman asked, voice low and harsh. He had remained relatively the same since being sent to Juvie. After the second trial, when he was convicted of Threats Against an Officer of the Court, Butters had started coming to visit less and less—he wasn't going to be going anywhere until he turned twenty-one. But it seemed once a month was enough to still be his lackey.
"I-I got it Eric. But I don't know why I should give it to you." The slight boy replied uneasily. This was so wrong... but he had done wrong things before. Back in a time they were almost starting to forget, when things were so simple and so complicated at the same time, and rather than acknowledge that there was bad in him, he made up an alter persona to deal with his anger.
"Because I could make a quick little phone call to your parents, and tell them all about Marjorine. How do you think they'd react to that, Butters? Think they'd kick you out? Or just 'beat the queer' out of you?"
He felt like Cartman had kicked him in the gut. Marjorine was his dirty little secret. He'd never really stopped dressing up as her, after he'd had to infiltrate the girls in grade four. No one knew—the evidence never left his room—but he knew that if his parents found out, they would disown him. Playing an evil villain was one thing, but pretending to be a girl...
"Fine." He pulled the dirty plastic bag out of the backpack, and shoved it across the table. "Just never—never—say that name again."
Cartman grinned, and pulled a red cape out of the bag, followed by a black mask. "Oh don't worry Butters." Out came a striped tail. "Besides, I knew that the Professor Chaos in you would pull through in the end. We can bury the evidence, but we can never get rid of who we are."
His words made Butters shiver. The idea that he would never get rid of Professor Chaos, and all the anger he represented... He didn't want to be that person; he wanted to be good! As good as Kenny and Vicki and all the rest of them. But he had these dark and dirty secret personas to hide. Professor Chaos was his anger, Marjorine was his female side... No wonder why Cartman wanted to escape into his own persona.
"You really want to be The Coon again so badly?"
He nodded, slipping one shiny claw onto his finger and staring at it glinting in the light with a fixed gaze that sent chills racing up Butters spine. "Yes I do, Butters. Yes. I. Do."
I wonder... think you guys can beat four reviews in ten chapters?