Yay I finally had a spare moment to write xD
I'd also like to say that the newest episode of South Park gave me some inspiration for this chapter. Those of you who've seen it will know what part I mean :3

"Who are you and what have you done with Cartman?" I hissed.
The person in front of me can't be the real Cartman. I know Cartman, a lot more than I'd like to admit. You can't hate someone your whole life without getting to know a lot about them. For instance, Cartman's voice. After constantly hearing that voice every day for years, I knew that thick accent by heart. It wasn't quite Texan and wasn't quite Redneck but a mixture of both, I'd know that voice anywhere.

"It's me, Cartman, you're even crazier than usual you stupid Jew" he objected his accent returning.
But it still wasn't his voice, sure it was Cartman's voice but it was different. This was a slightly butchered version, like when we joke around and do his impression. No one can ever get it exactly right. I couldn't push the feeling in my gut away; there was something very wrong here.

"I'm not an idiot. Are you someone in a mask? A clone? Some kind of evil twin?" I accused him.
He scoffed, "Now you're just sounding stupid, Kahl. Go home, I'm serious."
I glared at him silently, trying to find any possible evidence that this wasn't Cartman. But the more I looked the more I couldn't deny that this, in fact, was Cartman. There was no difference in height, no change in his hair or skin, even his body shape was the exact same. His thick form covered in muscle, not one slight shaping that would even slightly suggest it was a disguise.

After a moment I gave a sigh of defeat. The boy in front of me was definitely Cartman, and I didn't have any evidence proving otherwise. Hesitantly I began turning away, knowing any further attempts were useless.
"No Kahl, please you have to help me!" Cartman screamed suddenly. It was his voice. The real one. I whipped around to see Cartman with his hands clamped over his mouth, wide-eyed a startled expression on his face.

"Cartman? Are you in there?" I asked curiously.
"Ha you fell for it you stupid Jew. Like I'd want your help. I'm just messing with you. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm sick of looking at your ugly Jew face" he growled in that fake accent once more and he rushed inside, anxiously slamming the door behind him.
Ugly Jew face huh? He'd obviously forgotten he was supposed to be 'in love with me'. I knew that'd been a ploy, as if Cartman the homophobe would be gay!

I chastised myself, I couldn't think about that right now. There were bigger issues going on. What the heck had that been about? There was no doubt in my mind now that had been an imposter. It may be Cartman's body but that was definitely not Cartman. I also knew Cartman was somehow in there too. It was definitely the real Cartman who'd called for help. Wow it must be serious for the Fatass to ask for my help. But help from what? I didn't even know how any of this was possible, let alone how to deal with it.

I pulled out my phone and began to call Stan. I had to tell him about my suspicions, maybe he could even give me some insight. After several rings the phone went to message bank.
"Hey you've reached Stan, I'm probably at football or hanging with Wendy right now-"
I cut off the message angrily. Wendy, I couldn't help the scowl appear on my face. He's always with that, that girl. I sighed miserably. Wendy's a nice girl I had to admit it; in other circumstances I could actually see us being friends. But that wasn't gonna happen, not while she was all over Stan. My Stan.

Yeah I admit it; I've got the hots for my Super Best Friend. Sure I've known I was gay for a long time, I've just never seen the point in coming out. Besides my parents would only freak out and send me to some camp for 'confused' kids. We've all heard the stories from Butters, most of the kids end up killing themselves. Nope, I wasn't coming out any time soon. I sighed, knowing there was no point in coming out anyway. Stan was literally the straightest guy I know. He'd never go for me and I'd only ruin our friendship.

Focus. You need to figure out what's wrong with Cartman!
Why? I suddenly asked myself. I mean, why do I even wanna help that asshole? What has he ever done for me? I knew they were all pretty valid points but for some reason I couldn't help but care. My mind flashed back to the desperation in his voice as he'd called for my help. I'd never heard Cartman so sincere. The way he'd said my name with so much feeling, it gave me chills. Wait…where did that come from? I shook my head to clear away any lingering weird thoughts.

Look, I told myself firmly. The only reason I'm helping that asshole is because it's the right thing to do. Nothing else. I focussed my thoughts on the problem at hand. I had no idea what was even wrong with Cartman. Maybe it was a multiple personality disorder? No Cartman's too big of a personality to have another one. Besides, somehow this didn't seem normal. I hated to say it, considering I'm a huge sceptic…but it seemed paranormal. I might have to go to a professional.

"…I didn't know who else to turn to, you always seem to know about this kind of stuff. You know, paranormal stuff that can't be explained. So what do you think?" Kyle finished his story and waited anxiously for a reply.
The old farmer nodded processing what Kyle had told him.
"Sounds like you got a ghost problem" the old man said adjusting his straw hat, "Yawp, a lot folks been possessed in my day. In this very town, no less. They say this town's built on an Indian burial ground, you' know. Yawp, those Indian's didn't take kindly to our folk. Possessed damn near everyone in sight. Couldn't walk down to the grocery store without coming head to head with an angry Indian poltergeist. Why, my own father was possessed once. Killed the neighbour, he did. Yawp, lot of possessions in this town."

"You think Cartman's possessed by an Indian?" Kyle said sceptically.
"Oh nah boy, we got rid of those pest years ago. Nope you're looking at a new ghost, probably someone close to him. Yawp, it's always the friends and family who they tend to cling to. Can't trust anyone, you can't."
My eyes widened as his words sunk in.
Then I jumped up from my seat determinedly "I know who it is!"

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