It was a dark cold night in the town of South Park, everyone was sleeping with the exception of a little blue eyed boy who was unconcious laying in the middle of a cornfield. "Wake up you pussy!" His eyes had fluttered open after getting a swift kick in his side. There in front of him was the chubby child standing there with his hat off. Blood ran down his face and polyester jacket. His eyes started to become wide when he saw what the sadistic and cruel child held in his hand. He had a hacksaw. "Dude! Why the hell do you have that?" He cried.
The chubby child sat the hacksaw down carefully in front of his feet. "It's simple, really. I had enough of my Mom's constant bossying me around and fucking me over. So she had to be put down." His expression on his face was completely calm. "...You. Oh my god. I- I can't believe this you actually finally did it." Cartman stared back at the other boy with no changed emotion. "It had to be done Stan." Stan struggled to move his arms but that was when he realized they were tied up. "Wait. So what are you going to do to me!" He shouted.
Obviously since they were in the middle of nowhere in a cornfield nobody could hear him. "Go ahead squirm all you want. You won't get out." The chubby child responded to Stan's constant struggle. The look on his face told Cartman that Stan was afraid. But he wasn't going to kill him. No he needed something from him. "How would you like to do something in exchange for your life?" Stan stared in his direction absolutely petrified. "I'll do anything, Cartman. You name it. Just please let me go." He circled around the raven haired boy. He wanted to petrify him more before he spoke. So he was silent. Stan's eyes moved back and forth. He really wished that Cartman would hurry the hell up and tell him what he wanted. But he had a sick feeling in his stomach what he might ask him.
Finally after walking in circles around the boy a few times, he spoke. His head moving up towards his ear. He said in a whisper. "I want you to join me." Stan raised his eyebrow confused. "Ja-Join you? What are you talking about?" Cartman pulled a chart out of his book bag. "This is you right over mahree And this is me right over mahree." He pointed to the badly drawn pictures of them with a stick. "This is Kahl's house. Now what i plan to do is sneak up to his parents bedroom while you go deal with the Jew." He points his stick over at him. "It's your job to kill him, bro." I knew it. Stan thought aloud in his head. God damnit. I knew it. "No. Cartman i'm not killing Kyle." He slowly reached over for his hacksaw.
"I thought you might say that. I'm sorry that the chick that gives you a boner has to go. I really didn't want it to come to this Stan." Stan rolled his eyes. "Wendy and i broke up a month a go, dumb ass." Cartman then had a grin plastered on his face. "Oh no not her. That bitch who made fun of my bahls." Stan came to realization that he was talking about no other than Rebecca. "You can't! Please! I'll..." He closed his eyes. "I'll kill him." Cartman was filled with joy to hear he finally agreed. Now he knew that Stan was on his side he untied his hands.
"Meet me tomorrow at my house after skewl." Stan let out a soft sigh looking down. "Okay i'll be there." Cartman patted Stan on his shoulder. "Sweet. " They started to walk seperate ways to their houses. "Oh and dude." Stan turned back towards him. His expression blank. "Yeah?" Cartman stared back over at the over boy. "If you betray me i will see to it that you don't wake up tomorrow." His voice was content which made Stan's blank expression dissapear. He now was looking at him with fearful eyes. "Don't worry I won't." Both boys went their seperate ways afterwards.
