Uncle Eric, a south park fanfic

This is a little fantasy that crossed my mind when I heard "Uncle Jimmy" by Die Antwoord. I thought make it in Spanish but wouldn't be the same. So I take the risk to add the necessary to make the scenario with South Park characters in the same language as the "song", if we can call it like that. Besides that it makes me a little nervous publish in English but I hope you like it, and if there is any mistake, let me know so I can get better and maybe cheer up to keep writing in English.

Steps were heard in the hall, and then, the door opens.

– Um, ah, Eric?

– Oh Butters, hey!

– Um hey... Am… –he replied, staying at the door.

– Ah, naw, come in, come in. How ya' doin? –Cartman invited him, gesturing with his hand to enter.

– I've something to ask you... –he said rubbing her knuckles, while it cross the room.

– Come sit down. –Cartman demanded, moving in his chair desk.

– Uh… yeah. –Butters approached to the other chair.

– No, no. Calm down. Come sit here, right cheer on my lap. –Cartman patted his own leg.

– Huh? Oh, okay... –he obeyed– Uh, well... –Butters wrapped his arms around Cartman's neck for better stability.

– There you go… –Cartman hugged him around the waist and move in the chair reaching for the minibar– You want some, uh, herbal tea?

– Uh, no thanks Eric.

– You sure?

– I'm fine. Thanks.

– Okay, yeah, whatever. –he took a sip of his "whiskey".

– Er..

– Ah, Butters, look at you. Oh, you're so cute and squishy… –said as he squeezed Butters cheeks.

– Ow!

– Look at your little cheeky weekies... – he slapped his soft skin – Yeah, it's so cute... –as Butters makes noises that reveal his discomfort– That's why I just want to keep you here in my office like a little pet.

– Uh-um-okay.

– Yeh, and feed you, bathe you, comb your pretty hair. –Butters laughs nervously– Yeah, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you hear me, Butters?

– Mmm-hmm.

– Yeah, don't let anyone here fuck you around.

– Okay.

– You need anything, you hear me, anything. You come here, to my office, sit right cheer'n my lap, tell Uncle Eric what you need... –Cartman smacked his lips– I do it the fuck up, you got that?

– Yes, Eric.

– No, UNCLE Eric. Call me "Uncle Eric."

– Yes Uncle Eric.

– So, what's up?

–Oh… never mind. –Butters reply as he put his lips together in a tender kiss.