Fourteen year old Eric tossed himself onto his bed, back first. He grunted as he landed on something soft, but lumpy. Rolling over, he stared at his old Clyde frog. Huh, mom must have found him...
He stroked his old friend softly, smiling faintly. He hadn't seen the toy since he was twelve, and had hidden it away in the basement. Craig and those guys were over, and they had mocked him relentlessly on still having stuffed toys. He had tried explaining that he'd had it forever, it was there for sentimental value, but they continued to call him a pussy.
He, Eric Theodore Cartman, was not a pussy and he'd be damned if he let anyone think so. Thus, Clyde frog had been shoved into the basement, never to be seen again.
Until now.
Eric huddled the small toy to his chest protectively, planting a kiss onto its round, green head. "Goodnight Clyde" He yawned, pulling the sheets over him and his old best friend.
