Thank you so much for the reviews! I really appreciate how many there were :D So the funniest thing happened, I thought would be funny to say. I was talking to my mom about South Park, and I said how they made fun of gingers, and she was like"hey! I have red hair and freckles!" I forgot that I too, am half ginger, like Cartman xD I'm sorry this chapter is really short, but I promise you the next chapter is long compared to the others. I already finished it. Also, No updates at least until the weekend. I have a paper I haven't even started due tomorrow xD. Sorry for the wicked long author note, and Don't forget to watch the last episode of the first half of season14 tonight!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. Just a poor college student who's trying to find ways to stretch her money the summer.

Chapter 2

I never thought parting with my house was going to be as hard as it was. It felt so weird to be leaving my house so early, and only having a small bag of things being brought with me. I always thought if I moved I'd bring a lot more with me than a suitcase of clothes, Mister Kitty, and Clyde Frog.

I was only told to bring the necessities since we're supposedly going to be poor as hell, but I managed to sneak my Xbox 360 into my suitcase. Besides, it wasn't like anyone was going to check my suitcase, and if they did, I'd make some bullshit excuse stating how it was the last present my mom ever gave me, and guilt them into my way.

The lawyer who was handling my mother's will walked me up to the front of my new house and knocked on the door.

"Are you nervous, Eric?" She asked me, trying to act as sweet as possible. I could see through her, I knew she was just doing her job, and she didn't care. "It's okay to be nervous meeting a sibling you've never met."

I didn't tell her how I knew him already, how we both hated each other. She wasn't from South Park, and I didn't bother filling her in on what happened in our small mountain town. She knocked on the door again, this time Scott answering the door.

"Hello, Scott!" the bitch said in her most cheerful voice. "This is your little brother, Eric!"

"Half-brother," I corrected. I didn't want to be associated with having the same blood as that ginger-freak.

"Brother, half-brother, before long it won't even matter," she exclaimed, walking into the living room. "Now I have some paper work for you to sign, so if you'll follow me to the kitchen Scott, we can get this started."

I saw her giving him all my past and present information. She filled him on all my medical records, criminal records, and everything. "You know, not many siblings are willing to make this sacrifice," she told him with a smile.

"Oh, believe me, I wouldn't want my brother being raised by anyone else," Scott said in a way that was almost sickenly sweet. A voice I swear I've heard before. When the lawyer wasn't looking, I saw him give me a smirk noting that he was going to be in charge of me until I turned eight-fucking-teen years old.

As soon as that lawyer bitch left the house, the door slammed shut and I heard the creepy voice of my half-brother say, "Welcome to Hell, Eric."

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