Ughh... so I finally graduated. Sorry that I couldnt upload, but I'm trying to get a job. I've been working on a video game in my spare time, etc. Basically, I've been quite busy. But luckily, despite the fact that this laptop kinda sucks (I would really prefer a PC with paint and word.) I finally got around to finding the wordpad. Shitty program, it's like word, on life support. Ah, but you guys don't care about that, do you? Anyways, here is the fic.
PS: This is going to go over Cartman for a time. I want to show that he is deeply disturbed.
CARTMAN POV
Well, the plan is in motion. Goddamn, I can't believe that it's going so damn smooth.
I'm going to show those motherfuckers. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
You see, I hold grudges. Now, I know, who doesn't? But I pride myself with my creativity. That Jeremy fuck deserved every single volt. What did he do, you ask? He called me fat. Yeah, I went easy on him.
But it goes even deeper than that. Word is, they think we are pushovers. Well, I take that to mean us as a whole.
Which includes me. I am no pushover!
"Eric?" says a voice to my left.
I look over and see someone who looks like me.
I used to call him "Cupid Me", but he turned dark. I didn't mind. As long as I have someone to tell me that I was right.
I'm always right. Always.
"Eric, don't you have a job to do?" He says.
Here's the thing. No one else seems to know about him.
He can't be a figment of my imagination, as my mother once thought. He can't be, because Butters notices him.
He once caught me talking with him, and when I caught him, told me I wasn't crazy. That he could see him.
So, he has got to be real!
"Eric, don't you want to get to it? I know you want blood. Those fucks deserve everything that is coming to them."
"I know Cupe, but I don't know what to do next. I can't decide." I say, sincerely.
"Well, how about this? Doesn't one of those Senior boys have a pet?"
CRAIG POV
I went to school with Thomas. It was nice, even though we have only one class together.
And it was with Cartman, too.
We talked for a little, and decided that we both didn't like Cartman.
That talk lasted for about thirty seconds.
As we walked down the hall, to the cars and busses, Butters approached.
"Hey, guys. Stay clear of Eric, OK? I don't know what's going on, but I haven't seen him like this in a while." he says to us.
"Hey, Butters." Thomas says. Nobody really listens to Butters. He's nice and all, but he just has the absolute smallest presence to his name. He was too timid.
"Hey, Butters, can I talk to you?" I say. I felt like I could ask him something.
"OK." he says.
"Hey, could you tell me what the deal is with you and Cartman?"
"It's... It's complicated. I like him. But, he... well he doesn't like me. I don't think." he says. He knew I was gay. We had talked before. I also knew that he was gay. I mean, everyone knew, but I KNEW. For Cartman, though? Ughh.
"Well, Thomas and I are a thing now, and I was thinking that, well... you know, you're the only one who can calm him down. Maybe he feels the same way?" I tell him.
"Why are we talking about this?" he asks timidly.
"Because I want to see people happy. And to be honest, you are a good person. you deserve to be happy."
He considers this for a moment, and seems to take a stance of resignation. "He wouldn't go for it." he says, finally.
"Well, maybe you could remember what I said." I say.
"OK. Have a good day." he says.
Then I stop, and say, "Hey, what would you suggest as a present?"
He thinks about it, and tells me he doesn't know.
With that, I walk back to Thomas. "What was that about?" he asks.
"Oh, nothing. Just seeing if I could help someone out." I tell him, trying to be as reasurring as possible.
TWEEK POV
Oh, shit. Pete is upset.
When he gets upset, he tends to snap at me. I know he doesn't mean it, and it doesn't happen often, but...
"Tweek, are you okay?" he said.
He looked rather concerned. Well, at least that means he still cares.
"Y-yeah." I said. Great, my voice cracked.
Finally, Micheal called.
"Yeah? What? You're fucking joking! Oh, shit. Well... that's definitely not good. Ok. Look, you take care. OK, bye." He rambles on, then hangs up.
"Well, Tweek, You're not going to believe it." He said, a dark look in his eyes.
THOMAS POV
I got to school the next day, and everyone seemed to be buzzing.
"Did you hear?"
"That's... Fucked up."
"Holy shit"
It just went on and on.
Finally, I asked Craig what was going on.
He pointed to a wall, and it dawned on me.
Cartman had done something. On the wall, it said something about how Mid Park was fucked. No, I'm not repeating word for word.
Craig finally spoke up. "I think Cartman is gearing up for something."
"Like what?"
"With him, you never know." he says, darkly. I understood. Cartman was a sick fuck.
BUTTERS POV
I walked up to Cartman, timidly. He seemed, just... too happy.
With him, that isn't good.
"What happened? Everyone is really excited!" I say.
He smiles, darkly, and says "Woof Woof."
I didn't understand, and Eric knew it.
"I played with one of the Senior's dogs. It's just that barking at a loaded gun is kind of a bad thing."
My blood went cold. He didn't. That was... that just isn't right. I couldn't believe Eric.
"You didn't."I say, pitifully.
"Oh, yes. Then, I took the body, and hung it from one of his trees. And, it just so happens that he had had a fight earlier with some Mid Park boy." He said, evilly. I couldn't believe this. This was just too far.
"Butters, you better not be backing out on me." He says, noticing my fear, my panic. "Because if you're backing out on me, you'll be the next one hanging from a tree!" He whispers menacingly.
My heart torn, between morals, and a crush that will never work out. And, eventually... I chose the crush.
I felt ashamed. But I had no choice.
PETE POV
I knew that all of this was leading up to something.
But hanging a dead dog? I know that everyone said it was Mid Park, but it was obviously Cartman.
Who else was that sick?
But it didn't matter. All anyone cared about was that Mid Park was to blame. They were just waiting for a spark.
I had no idea how this was going to go down, but this was bound to get interesting.
I was worried how it would affect us. Were we the only ones to catch on?
Was this going to get violent? It involved Cartman, so, probably.
No matter what, it seemed that Cartman had been amassing an angry mob, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting prey.
The only question was, WHY?
Why did Cartman want this fight so bad?
CARTMAN POV
I felt content. I really did.
My mom was no longer here to tell me to take those stupid meds.
They never did anything for me. Never.
As I rolled over, I felt Cupe grab my shoulder.
"Cartman, you did good." he said approvingly.
"Yeah,but there is just one thing."
"Oh?" Cupe mockingly sighs, knowing well what I was going to say. "And?"
"I need to piss off one of those Mid Park guys enough so that it doesn't mean retribution. Just a spark."
"And, when you meet them... then what?"
"I'll prove to everyone that I'm someone. I'll break each of them."
As I dream, I imagine being loved, and feared, like a king, a tyrant.
Finally, I will get my due.
OK, so that was a tad bit rushed, but like I said, this laptop sucks. So, I feel I may have made Cartman just a bit too sympathetic. I want to make it clear: HE IS A DESPICABLE HUMAN BEING. That is all.
