Chapter 10
Violet
Eric Cartman was an asshole. Everyone knew this. Everyone was used to this.
Eric Cartman enjoyed bullying people and making people suffer. Why? None of them know.
Well, he doesn't like one person to suffer.
Butters Stotch.
Cartman had to admit he had a soft spot for the boy. He felt things he couldn't quiet explain when he was around him. It felt odd and different and Eric Cartman hated it. He HATED IT.
"Eric! Eric!" Cue the blonde bundle of joy.
"What is it Butters?"
"Can we go to the movies tonight? There's this new movie I wanna see, but I don't want to go alone..."
"Sure."
"Yay!"
Why couldn't he tell him no...?
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The movie had sucked and it was already pitch black by the time they left the movie theater. A sudden dual beeping filled the air as the duo began to walk. Both Butters and Cartman tugged their phones out of the coat pockets and stared at their respective screens as the newest notification opened up.
The Revealer was at it again.
Life fucking sucks.
Bipolar disorder.
It may not seem like it, but bipolar
disorder is a really horrid thing to have.
Right, Eric Cartman?
Cartman was more than confused. He didn't have bipolar disorder...Did he?
The again, it's not that bad if you are
unaware that you have it.
"Eric?" The blonde tugged on his sleeve.
That's right. Eric Cartman has been
diagnosed with bipolar disorder, but
he is unaware of this. Guess it's something
mother dearest kept quiet.
His mom..She wouldn't have...She couldn't have...No...
"Eric?"
That boy goes through therapists like he does
candy. It actually explains quite a lot of
the things he's done. Right?
It was short. One of the shortest blogs they posted yet, but, as always, there's some form of visual proof pinned to the bottom. It was a slideshow of multiple therapist notes and doctor evaluations.
They all said the same thing and most of them had his mother's god damn signature on them. How dare that bitch hide something like this from him.
Tears of anger, humiliation and frustration welled up in Cartman's eyes as he clenched his phone too tightly.
"Eric..." Gentle, soft hands placed themselves over his own and Cartman lifted his head and licked his teary eyes on pale blue. "Eric. It's going to be okay." A big, innocent smile split Butters face and Cartman couldn't help but give a small smile in return.
"Yeah, you're right Butters."
"Let's talk to your mom together about this. Yeah?"
"Yeah..."
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Awe, how cute. The Revealer locked her eyes on the pair from where she stood across the street. A sniffle was heard from her side and a folder pressed into her hands.
"I got it...but why does it have to be Gregory now? He's my friend..."
"All will be revealed to those who wait, Wendy dear."
Next Victim: Gregory Tveit.