Assassin: Cartman
The strange doctor: You're my next one Mr. Cartman. Why don't you take a seat and relax.
Cartman: Oh..kay. What you mean next one.
The strange doctor: your my next..target.
Cartman: What?
Cartman was automatically tied up after he'd said that. The belts on the chair tied him up.
Cartman: What? What's going on?!
The strange doctor: PUT HIM ON HOLD BOYS!
Cartman: Get off of me you fucking PRICK! Get the fuck off! What's happening?!
The strange doctor injected him in his neck. As soon as he'd did, Cartman passed out.
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He opened his eyes slowly. The glowing fiery eyes of him were showing. Something felt different...as a fact...more powerful...what can he say. He's another person now.
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A random store clerk: Hello sir, welcome to the clothing sto-
Cartman was already choking on the store clerk.
A random store clerk: I-can't breathe...help.
He couldn't stop choking him until he was choked to death which he did. Before he stole something, he looked at the security camera slowly as he straight forward looked at the camera with a very scary look upon his face. He quickly grabbed a gun and shot the camera. The only thing he'd stole was shades.
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Another store he robbed mysteriously was a hunting store. He only stole and axe. He killed about 2 people in that store. So basically he'd killed 3 people. All they can say is that, Cartman is nothing but trouble.
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Kyle: Hey, have you seen Cartman somewhere, Stan.
Stan: How should I know?
Kyle: Well he hadn't been here since yesterday.
Stan: The fuck you care about your roommate anyway.
Kyle: Stan, I'm getting worried about him. So stop giving me this shitty attitude with me and get it together.
Stan: Well, it's not my fault that he'd went off somewhere knowing damn well he can't look out for himself.
Kyle: At least do something.
Stan: I am.
Kyle: What, sitting there, lazy ass over here watching boring ass shows. You call that something.
Stan: Hey something is something and you better agree with that!
Kyle: Well fucking, do your own shit and just literally sit here and fuck yourself.
Wendy: Can you guys stop fucking arguing likes some damn couples.
Stan:bWell thank you miss.
Kyle: Thank you?! Stan-you know what, I don't want to argue...Reminds me of me and fatass Cartman.
Wendy: True..speaking of which, where is he.
Kyle: That's what I was asking Stan. He likes to start some shit. I'm getting a little bit worried about him. Hadn't seen him since yesterday.
Wendy: Well we must find him somehow, Kyle.
Kyle: You're right Wendy, we must find him and Stan, you're going. Get your ass up.
Stan: What?
The TV had interrupted to breaking news.
Numerous of people are concerned that stores are getting mysterious robbed each time. Fatalities and injuries has been reported. An individual was somehow spotted but as for now, he/she cannot he identified yet. Police say that this individual must've have been responsible for this. One of the security camera was shown to seen this individual looking directly at the camera before breaking it.
Kyle:bThat..that looked like Cartman.
Stan: How.
Kyle: That red shirt he was wearing with a blue cap on his head.
Stan: I don't remember seeing that.
Wendy: Sh Sh! Guys.
If anyone see this individual by this picture. You are ordered to call the police department. Back to regular programming.
Wendy: ..so we not going to say that it was Cartman?
Stan: I don't think that's Cartman.
Kyle: Boy, he been missing since yesterday. It could be him.
Stan: Yeah but-
Kyle: Right now he's supposed to be home.
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Stan: You're right, we have to find him. Kyle, Wendy, get in the car.
Kyle: Finally, you've learned something.
Look after Chapter 3