A/N: Thank you to all who viewed and reviewed the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one just as much! Its now time for Cartman's wish to come true...

At school the next morning Kyle, Stan and Kenny sat in their usual seats in front of Mr. Garrison who had only just forced himself out of his seat a few minutes into the lesson and stood facing them all.

"Alright children I decided I'm going to give this one last chance. If I can go through this lesson with no interruptions I will continue to teach you for the rest of the term." He said and looked around the class for any signs of objection or misbehaving. When he realised they were all prepared to listen he turned around and began writing on the board still talking to the class as he wrote.

"Dude where's Cartman this morning? He wasn't on the bus." Stan whispered to Kyle letting Mr. Garrison's important lesson escape to the back of his mind as just a low-pitched moaning.

"Maybe he's tripped and broken his leg." Kyle replied sarcastically.

"Let's hope so." Stan said and the two laughed quietly to themselves.

"Good morning children!" Mr. Mackay called again as he burst into the room leaving Mr. Garrison to stare at him with frustration before slumping back into his seat in defeat.

"I have some excellent news m'ckay! Our new 'Take this wish' programme has already come into use throughout the school!"

"I bet it has." Kyle murmured.

"I have a student with me here who is the first in this class to use the programme so he's going to come to the front now and Mr. Garrison will take control of the programme's help for him. It also means you, as his classmates, have to help this boy through his struggle m'ckay!"

Mr. Mackay stepped aside to allow Cartman to waddle slowly and innocently into the room with his head down; Kyle watched him intently as he walked to the front.

"Jesus, already?" Kenny muffled.

"M'ckay so you know what you're doing Mr. Garrison I'll leave you to it!" Mr. Mackay said and slid out the door again closing it behind him.

Cartman stood at the front with his head down; his red cheeks the only evidence left that proved he had been 'crying' to the councillor, as now he was failing to hold back a smile that he tried desperately to hide from his classmates and there was a familiar glow in his eyes.

Once again Mr. Garrison unenthusiastically dragged himself from his seat and stood next to Cartman at the front.

"Alright Eric myself and the class are here for you in your time of need." He said in a robotic tone like he was repeating word-for-word what he had been told to say. "As part of this programme not only will you get special attention and support from the teachers but you may also grant a wish that we will make come true. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Cartman grinned mischievously.

"Alright then what is your wish?"

With this the whole class leant towards him in excitement, eager to know what he wanted so they could imagine themselves getting it.

"Actually Mr. Garrison, I couldn't decide." He said eventually and the class sat back in disappointment. "So I have written every one I could think of and put them all into this hat." Cartman smiled and held out a large velvet top hat with several folded up pieces of paper inside.

"Woah!" The class muttered in awe but Kyle frowned in frustration.

"Really?" He called aloud and Mr. Garrison shot him a look.

"Listen Kyle this is Eric's time of need and we must be here to support him!" He shouted and took the hat from Cartman.

"Thank you Mr. Garrison." Cartman smiled tauntingly and Kyle rolled his eyes and gave up. He looked to the board at Mr. Garrison's notes and opened up his book to copy them down.

"Dude you don't want to know what he's got?" Stan asked after he watched him do this.

"I don't give a shit." Kyle replied angrily and tried to blank out everything that was happening around him.

"Alright Eric pick a wish." Mr. Garrison said calmly and again the whole class leant forwards eagerly.

Cartman stuck his hand right to the bottom of the hat and began to rummage around amongst the paper. He knew he had to get this just right, all the wishes in the hat were perfect but he had to admit some were better than others and there were definitely a few favourites. He grabbed a piece of paper but continued to rummage a little more for suspense before pulling it out and holding it high in the air for the class to gape at in awe.

Mr. Garrison eventually took it from him and opened it before reading it aloud to the class.

"I wish to have a marshmallow castle built in my garden that every week must be filled to the top with the following: chocolate, jelly beans, gummy bears, chips, honey, cake and cheesy poofs…in any order."

Cartman smiled with glee, it was one of the best. The rest of the class looked as though their jaws had become unhinged and they all sat frozen with their eyes wide except Kyle who was the only kid in the class still moving, writing his notes.

"No, Eric." Mr. Garrison said in the silence making Cartman sharply turn on him.

"What?"

"The school can't afford that and you know it, that one's a little farfetched. Are all your wishes like this one?"

The class sighed in disappointed and Cartman felt himself getting angrier but he kept it bottled. "No." He said through gritted teeth.

"Alright then pick another one." Mr. Garrison said and held out the hat again for him to rummage.

Cartman stared at the hat in anger for a while but when he turned back to the class he noticed he had all eyes on him and they were all so jealous. That cheered him up a bit. There are still plenty of other good wishes! He thought and once again dived his hand to the bottom of the hat unaware that his next wish would change his week for the worse.

He took his time in rummaging through the hat to keep his audience entertained and in suspense until he looked up and saw Mr. Garrison staring at him impatiently so he grabbed the wish his fingers were closest to and pulled it out.

Time seemed to slow as Cartman eagerly waited for Mr. Garrison to open the paper.

First he put the hat back onto the desk making Cartman even more tense and the class weren't much better as many were biting their lips or rubbing their knuckles or pulling on their shirts if they were Tweek.

Kyle however remained looking down at his book only occasionally looking up to see the board behind Cartman's fat head. He knew what was going on but tried his best to ignore it knowing it would only make him more frustrated. Cartman's lies always benefit him at first so this one wouldn't be any different, he could only hope it didn't affect him too much.

Mr. Garrison slowly unfolded the paper and looked up at the class who were practically on top of their desks. He then looked back down and read out Cartman's second wish.

"I wish…"

Cartman bit his lip praying to Jesus it would be a good one.

"I wish…for Kyle Broflovski to be made my personal slave."

"WHAT?" Kyle shrieked in horror after sharply raising his head from his book and the rest of the class gasped in shock and excitement.

"Yeeessssss!" Cartman cheered with glee at the front and Kyle turned his attention to Mr. Garrison.

"No! He can't have that wish!"

"Eric is this really what you want?" Mr. Garrison asked Cartman sceptically.

"Oh yes!" Cartman smiled menacingly and rubbed his hands together.

"Well Kyle as his friend-"

"I'm not his friend!"

"I couldn't give a crap! It's his wish and according to the 'Take this wish' programme if it's within the school's budget he can have it!"

"I am not doing that!"

"If you don't comply young man, it'll be two months detention!"

"You don't understand; nothing in the world would make me work for that fat asshole never mind be his slave!" Kyle shouted back.

"Well then if that's the way you feel, according to the school's rules with this new programme, we will have no choice but to expel you." Mr. Garrison said calmly. "…for uncooperative behaviour."

Kyle's jaw dropped and Cartman couldn't help but burst into fits of laughter. Stan just looked over to him with sympathy feeling helpless for his friend.

"Can't you see that he's clearly faking?" Kyle shouted in desperation as one last chance to get out of this.

"If Eric is faking about his dad Kyle, by all means show him to us." Mr. Garrison said calmly with an expectant look on his face leaving Kyle without a comeback.

All he could do was look over to Cartman who had just finished laughing and was wiping a tear from his eye.

No, this can't be happening. How is it that he always gets what he wants?

"Alright then. The school is taking this new programme very seriously Kyle, its time you did too. Eric, please sit back down." Mr. Garrison said when Kyle didn't answer.

His…slave? His slave? Of all the things Cartman has done or made him do this would surely be the worst…and he is powerless to stop it. Cartman slowly walked past him with a menacing smile and sat at his desk behind him. There's no point in pretending he'll go easy on me, he'll love every minute of this.

Yes! This was just perfect! I totally forget I even put that wish in there! It must've been one of the first ones I wrote, Cartman thought whilst staring at the back of Kyle's head. Oh just you wait Jew, an opportunity like this doesn't come often, and I don't intend on wasting it.


During the rest of the lesson Kyle could feel Cartman's stare on him from behind like it was burning a hole through his skull. As soon as they stepped out of the classroom he would belong to Cartman. Just the thought of that made him want to throw up and he began to seriously consider expulsion, until the sight of his mother came floating into his head with her fierce eyes and scrunched up face in anger. Then again: a life of eternal misery as long as he lives with his mother…or Cartman's slave? The choice between the two was gradually getting harder to choose from the more he thought of what would happen at recess.

Finally it arrived, the school bell rang out for recess and the class stormed out in excitement, including Cartman. Stan remained seated with Kyle who continued to stare out in front of him lost in his own thoughts like he had been all lesson.

There was a silence between the two, as Stan couldn't think of anything to say.

"Look dude, I-I'm really sorry I mean…maybe he won't be so bad? It's all a joke to him, remember?"

Kyle remained motionless and staring and he would've done all day if Mr. Garrison hadn't stopped him.

"Alright you two get to recess, give me some peace."

Stan jumped off his seat and stood in front of Kyle's desk.

"Come on dude, it's not like you have to face this alone."

Kyle looked down slowly to Stan who smiled at him as he did. This gave him the confidence to slide off his seat but he couldn't manage to smile back, although Stan didn't expect him to. He knew just as well as Kyle that what he had said before was bullshit.

Outside Cartman was stood with Kenny waiting on the yard with a wide smile spread across his face. Kenny was still writing his own list on the dirty piece of scrap paper only now more enthusiastically following Cartman's example.

Kyle sighed heavily and to Stan's surprise his forlorn look had changed to one of pure anger.

"Well well well Kahl, isn't this interesting." Cartman said slowly as Kyle and Stan joined him.

"I don't know who you think you are fatass but you can't just decide when you want to own people you fat fuck!"

"Oh Kahl, I believe I just did." He smiled.

Stan then shared Kyle's anger; not just because of what was happening but because he always seems to get his way one way or another.

"How did you even convince them to give you a wish fatass? You've been dad-less for years!"

Cartman looked at him, although he knew Kyle's stare was still fixed on him, and showed him his wide eyes that he kept open until they began to water and then he clasped his hands together as he rocked from side to side.

"Oh mother I just really wish I had a dad, all my friends have one!" He moaned just as well as he had done last night, this just angered the two further.

"Now then." Cartman said satisfied that he answered Stan's question and turned his attention back to Kyle. "Let's not dwell on the details, the fact is Kahl…you belong to me." He smiled. Kyle continued to give him a threatening look.

"So, I want to make sure we're on the same page here." He started and then placed his hands behind his back and began to pace back and forth in front of him. "You will do everything that I ask of you or I will inform Mr. Mackay and Principal Victoria of your refusal and you will be escorted off the premises, clear?"

Kyle just narrowed his eyes at him and his threatening look intensified.

"So to test your cooperation, and so I can be certain you will do every single petty thing I ask of you, I would first like you to do the following…kneel before me."

Stan eyes shot wide open and Kenny looked up from his list. Their jaws dropped whilst Cartman remained looking into Kyle challengingly who just scrunched his nose up in anger.

"Are you kidding me?" He said now putting all his effort into holding back his anger.

Cartman looked at him with an exaggerated face of confusion. "I'm sorry, what was that Kahl?"

Kyle was now breathing heavily through flared nostrils and grinding his teeth.

"There is no way I am-"

"Well I guess you leave me no choice." Cartman interrupted and slowly turned in the direction of Mr. Mackay who was standing on the yard talking to some of the kindergarteners.

Kyle watched as Cartman slowly exaggerated each step towards the councillor and he began to twitch in anger.

"Cartman this is stupid!" Stan shouted but he wasn't whom Cartman wanted to hear from.

"If Kahl wants to stay here he will do as I say." Cartman said to Stan, but aimed the message at Kyle.

He's loving every second, Kyle thought as Cartman continued to slowly walk away. He'll love it even more if I do it. Every part of Kyle's body was telling him not to but one small section of his conscience that considered it because it thought of the more important things, like his education, his future, his friends at this school…Jesus I sound like my mother! My mother…she would completely disown me if I got expelled. Kyle's mind was torn between utter humiliation and remaining in this school with his friends until the small part of his conscience took up the courage to control his mouth with what appeared to be without Kyle's consent as even he looked surprised to be saying it.

"Cartman!" He called for Cartman to turn back and he did, quickly and excitedly.

Kyle remained looking into his smug and self-satisfied eyes and Cartman got the message that he wouldn't admit it but he would do it. So Cartman stepped back towards him and waited.

Stan looked at him, horrified at the thought that he was going to give in.

"Kyle you-"

Cartman shot his hand up to Stan's mouth. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of this moment.

Kyle looked from Stan to Kenny, as if looking one last time for a way out, before he stepped his foot forward ready to bend his knees.

Cartman smiled and Kyle stared at him hard. "I hate you so much." He growled then dropped to the floor like a sudden tonne of weight had landed on his back.

Cartman was motionless for a while, like the time he looked at the Thompsons and thought he had blown a funny fuse; but he was soon back to his normal self when the corners of his mouth stretched far to each ear and he was grinning a victorious smile.

"Now repeat after me…I Kyle Broflovski."

Kyle remained looking straight ahead of him at Cartman's feet; seeing his face look up to him from underneath would only fuel his smug sense of victory.

"I Kyle Broflovski." He murmured barely loud enough for any of the three to hear but Cartman was satisfied.

"Do hereby promise…"

"Do hereby promise…" Kyle repeated.

"To do all that I can and everything in my power to serve the almighty Eric Cartman, be it early morning, midnight or during Terrance and Phillip."

Kyle let out a huge sigh in anger so even Stan, standing above him, could see his chest deflate.

"To do all that I can and everything in my power…" Kyle started and then stopped feeling his own self-pride drain away to Cartman's feet. "…to serve the almighty Eric Cartman, be it early morning, midnight or during Terrance and Phillip."

"Good, you are officially my propertah."

A/N: Please review if you think its any good! :)