Chapter 4

I was awoken abruptly by the sound of a very familiar music. I lazily move my right hand under the sheet and slowly reach for my phone to turn off the alarm. The moment I pressed the home button, I was instantly blinded by the intense brightness. I resorted to squinting to make out the details on my phone. It's 6 am. I proceed to turn off the alarm and return to sleep. The warmth of my bed was something I didn't want to be without. I'll sleep for just 15 minutes.

I didn't get to sleep for that long, as after a few seconds someone came bursting through my door. Mavis. It's been 3 years since she became my personal assistant. I met her when I was 20 years old and gained seed funding for Namtrac Technologies. My sheets were pulled away, exposing my body to stinging cold in my room. I always slept with no heating and made sure my room was freezing cold. It was just how I preferred it. I slowly got up, my legs shaking as they held the weight of my body. My room is quite big, white painted walls, one bed in the middle at one end of the room and it had two doors; one leading to my wardrobe and the other leading to my bathroom. I walked towards my chair which I use mainly for gaming and grabbed my black towel, it was a bit damp from my previous showers, but I didn't really care. I slowly make my way to the bathroom. I enter the shower and switch it on, I immediately feel relieved as the warm water ran down my body. I stay there for a few minutes and then begin to apply soap and wash. The smell of strawberries filled the air and with it the sound of me singing the slightly chipped moon from black butler.

I get out of the shower and dry myself with my towel. I then go to my bedroom and dropped the towel on my bed. I walked towards my wardrobe and pulled out one black long sleeve shirt, black skinny jeans, black shoes with white highlights and finally a gray t-shirt, which I wear on my long sleeve. I try to remove any irrelevant thing in my life so simplified my wardrobe by having the same outfit over and over again. I have about 9 copies of the same outfit I think. After donning my attire, I head out of my room to go eat some breakfast.

As I exited my room, I was greeted with a pleasant smell. It was light at first but as I headed downstairs it became stronger. It smelled like bacon and chocolate. I instantly knew what breakfast my chef was making; bacon burgers with a coffee-chocolate hybrid. It was my favorite meal.

"Good morning Eric, I hope you slept well" he greeted me.

"Good morning Mark, uhh yeah, I did I suppose," I replied

"Well, I just made your favorite meal!"

As soon as I saw it, my stomach rumbled. The sound reverberating across the kitchen. Everything was silent for a few moments until my chef burst into a fit of laughter. I thought it was funny too, but instead of focusing on him, I just focused on consuming the food in front of me.

"Sir, currently have 5 emails from JP Morgan regarding the IPO, would you like to speak to them now?"

"I'll deal with that later. Any notable news today?"

"Donald Trump became president sir."

"…Well, I'm not surprised, thanks for the meal Mark. Take the rest of the day off. " with that, I start to get up and officially start my day.

"We're here sir…"

I take my focus away from my phone and gazed out the window. I was met with the familiar sight of bright yellow lights and men in bright orange jackets. The door opened, I stepped outside and the hairs on my skin suffered a scorching death from the sun's ray. I didn't realize the heat was this bad… then again, what did I expect; I'm in California. I was ushered towards the black jet waiting in the hanger, my assistant followed suit.

Once we were in the air, I blessed myself with some tea to calm my nerves. The aroma had a calming effect on me and coupled with the excellent scenery of clouds and mountains, I couldn't revel in this heavenly euphoria. After a few hours, I glanced at my assistant; she was asleep. I guess I should take a nap too. I've been working for a few hours now and it wouldn't hurt to catch a few "Zzzzs" before I meet with this guy. I switched off the lights and plopped down the chair and closed my eyes; submerging myself into darkness.

"You're a fucking idiot Cartman"

I looked around but could not find the source of this voice. The voice repeatedly taunted me, coming from all directions. I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. I was in a void. The darkness began to play tricks on my mind as I started to imagine monsters and eyes watching me… perhaps it's not imagination. My eyes scoured the darkness and finally stopped when it locked with a set of eyes in the distance. I couldn't move, not because I was afraid, but because I've watched enough anime to know what's about to happen. I began walking away from it, my front facing it so I know where it is at all times, however, it seems like the further away I moved, the closer it came.

The eyes merged with the darkness and I was back to being by myself. The sound was virtually nonexistent and I noticed I didn't really "feel" anything. I just existed in this darkness. No floors, no weight on my legs. Nothing. No…. I hear something. The sound of crunching? I float towards the direction of the sound and I begin to see giant cheesy poofs being broken into half, pieced together and the broken into half again. It seemed to be in some sort of loop. I stood there for a few minutes, watching it, then suddenly the giant piece of snack began to cry. I don't know how that was possible, but I didn't really think it was weird. It was now that I decided to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn't seeing things, as soon as I was done rubbing my eyes, I was met with the most gruesome sight; my mother being ripped in half, merged and being ripped in half again…. in an unending loop.

I ran, or so I thought. I was stuck in the same position. I wanted to throw up and felt some sort of liquid emerging from the corner of my eyes. My mother began to scream.

"Eric! Please help your mother!"

"Eric, come closer, help me! I'm in so much pain!"

"Eric dear!" she wailed. As soon as I locked eyes with her, half of her body charged towards me. I raised my arms; preparing myself for a collision with my mother but it was all in vain as the collision never came. I opened my eyes to see my mother gone. In her place, it was a boy, with curly ginger hair, pale skin, and emerald green eyes. He just stood there and so did I. It felt like days were going by, but nothing happened. We just started at each other. After a couple more days ( I think ). He walks closer to me and leans right next to my ear.

"Fatass"

"Hey, fuck you! I'm just big boned" I instantly reply without thinking. It came as some sort of natural reflex to me. I felt the need to say something else, but my train of thought was cut short when I felt something push my head back. I feel something trying to enter my mouth… this dude is fucking gay! I pushed him back and he took out a gun and shot me straight in the head.

"Wow, what the actual fuck!"

I looked up to see Mavis looking down at me with a venomous look. I noticed she spilled some coffee on the floor and on herself.

"You pushed me, sir, I simply returned the favor by directing my fist at your head, what was going through your head? Bad dream?"

"That fucking hurts, and you're lucky I'm not one to be generally angry. Also, I'm not sure…. maybe next ti—"

"We need to leave sir, you're going to be late for your meeting"

I noticed we were already in the airport. The plane landed already? I didn't have that much time to think as Mavis led me outside. I almost feel sorry for her; walking around with a coffee stain on her shirt. Almost.

A/N: I actually enjoy writing stories in Cartman's point of view