[Les Claypool]

I'm goin' down to South Park, going to have myself a time.

[Kyle and Stan]

Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.

[Les Claypool]

Goin' down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind.

[Eric Cartman]

Ample parking day or night, people spouting: "Howdy, neighbor!"

[Les Claypool]

Headin' on up to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind.

[Tweek Tweak & Butters]

Our town is bigger, dammit, right down to the little granite.

[Les Claypool]

So come on down to South Park, and meet some friends of mine.

(Oil refinery)

Scott Tenorman flipped over a table then threw several broken pieces of rusted pipe at the few unbroken windows!

"It wasn't supposed to happen this soon!" Scott cried out!

"B-but isn't this what you wanted? He's dead now; you got your revenge." Dougie said.

Scott stopped for a moment, turned around, and looked at Dougie furiously.

"I wanted to be the one to kill him; I tried to ruin his reputation, have everyone in town hate him then he would be at his weakest. I would stand above him and have the last laugh, only then would I have deserved the glory of killing my piece of sh@t half brother!"

Khan then ran up to his master and tried to get his attention.

"Remember, master. There are still his colleagues, Stan, Kyle, Tweek, and Butters. I know killing them won't bring you as much joy as killing cartman would have, but it's still better than nothing."

Scott thought about this for a moment. Khan was right; it wouldn't be as satisfying, but without them around, the memory of his now-dead brother would fade away much faster, and that would be at least close to the satisfaction that he was seeking.

"It would be a good chance to reveal ourselves to the world."

Scott nodded, then looked at Khan.

"Where is your sister?" Scott asked.

"Noma is in town, trying to gather info."

As khan finished saying this, Noma opened the door though, unlike usual, she was wearing regular clothes.

"There is going to be a big celebration in town in two days," Noma said.

She handed Scott a flyer.

As he read through it, his anger increased.

They were having a carnival in town and calling it Cartmanfest.

Scott ripped the flyer into a million pieces.

"It seems to wipe Eric's memories from the face of the earth is going to be more complicated than I thought."

"Hard, yes, but not impossible."

Scott, as well as everyone else, looked towards the Doorway and saw several figures standing there.

(Hell, Satan's office building)

Eric waited within the waiting room. He sat between a creepy older man and a French aristocrat.

The three then heard a loud Ding followed by the deep voice of a Demon on the intercom.

"Will the pixie stick killer and the Marquis de Sade please come to the front booth, please."

The two figures got up and walked towards the front desk. As soon as they reached it, The Marquis de Sade was the first to be grabbed by the Demon and have a long wooden pike smeared with chimp feces pushed down his mouth and go through his back! The Demon then got out a large jar of Acid-filled candy and rusty razor blades.

"Eat this." The Demon said.

"Why should I? I don't even know why I am here." The pixie stick killer asked.

"Sir, you killed your son for insurance money with poisoned candy. You'd have to be a complete moron to not know why you're here and to answer your second question if you don't eat the acid candy and razor blades, i promise I will slowly dismember your body over several centuries put you back together, then begin the painful process again and again and again because this is hell you won't get used to it, it just keeps getting worse with every passing second."

The pixie stick killer then began to eat the acid candy and razor blades.

"Eric Cartman."

Eric tried to run out of the waiting room, but as he got close to the door, the floor transformed into human flesh. The flesh beneath him opened up into a mouth and swallowed him whole!

Cartman went down the creature's throat until he landed in Satan's office.

Cartman began to sweat profusely as the fallen angel began to turn his chair around, but to his surprise, it wasn't Satan at all; it was Oliver Cromwell.

"Hello, Eric," Cromwell said.

"W-where is Satan?" Eric asked.

"Unfortunately, our unholy master is busy with one of his side projects; he has placed me in charge while he's gone. I have a proposition to offer you, Eric."

Cromwell then got out of Satan's oversized chair and walked over to Eric.

"You see, We down here have had our eye on you for quite some time. You're a Racist, Anti-Semitic, selfish, sociopathic coward who doesn't care who gets in his way and destroys anyone in his path. You are just the kind of person we need help with our new project."

Eric looked surprised at Oliver Cromwell.

"What do you need from me?" Eric asked.

"We need your disposition."

"My what?"

Oliver pitched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"American Idiot," Oliver whispered under his breath.

"We need your shitty personality in order to make the New Antichrist the pure embodiment of evil."

Eric's face changed from one of fear to one of greed.

"So, if im correct, you need me to make your next Demon baby?"

"Yes," Cromwell answered.

Cartman then got out of his seat and sat in Satan's oversized chair.

"So, what exactly are you willing to offer me in exchange?"

"You're in no position to be making demands. I had my king executed as well as many Catholic Irish; I will not hesitate to kill a fat child like yourself.…but if you allow us to have access to your disposition, im sure we can come to an arrangement. What do you want?"

Eric looked down on Satan's desk and noticed a map of New South park. He saw a small structure being built in the center of town.

"What are they doing there?"

Cromwell smiled.

"They are celebrating your death, Eric."

Eric clenched his hands in anger.

"So what would you like in return, Eric?"

"I want to f them all up!

Everybody, Craig, Clyde, Token, Scott Malkinson, Red, Kevin, Everybody!"

"Including Stan, Kyle, Tweek, and Butters?"

"Especially those traitor f !"

(New South park graveyard)

Kyle stared at the tombstone that stood before him.

Here lies Eric Cartman.

?-2021

After all the years of Hatred and anger, it was hard for kyle to realize that finally, Cartman was dead.

"How are you doing, Kyle?"

Kyle turned around and saw Stan and Tweek standing behind him with an Umbrella.

Kyle didn't answer. Instead, he just turned his head back around and looked at the headstone.

Tweek came over and covered his friend with the Umbrella while stan tried to get Kyle to at least acknowledge them.

"Kyle, it's been three weeks since Cartman died. Don't you want to come back home instead of just staying out here in the rain?" Stan asked.

Kyle didn't answer.

"Stan is right, Kyle. You've missed so much in the past three days." Tweek said.

"Ya, like what?" Kyle responded.

"Well…Butters was held captive for three days by a cult called the sons of Hercules."

It took a few minutes before Kyle responded.

"What happened to him?"

"We got him out, but unfortunately, while we were escaping, he got shot in the leg…Tweek and I were going to visit him in the hospital today. Do you want to come?" Stan asked.

"Ya, why don't you come with us, Kyle? Butters will be so happy to see you. The only person there to comfort Butters is Jason." Tweek said.

Kyle stopped in place for a moment. He forgot about the new member vote.

"Oh right, so Jason white won, ah?" Kyle asked.

Stan and Tweek nodded.

"How did the others handle it?"

"Pretty well. Stan, Butters, and I made sure not to hurt their feeling when we told them they were not picked." Tweek said.

As the boys were walking, Kyle heard a distant thumping sound and looked towards his right and saw that in the center of town, several women and men were setting up rides and game booths.

"What are they doing?" Kyle asked.

Tweek sighed, then spoke under his breath: "Dang! I thought we were heading the other way."

Kyle then turned to stan.

"Stan, what are they setting up for?"

Now it was Stan's turn to sigh.

"They are setting up for Cartmanfest," Stan said.

Kyle looked back at his friends.

"What's Cartman fest?"

"Ack! The whole town is celebrating Cartman's death with a Carnival." Tweek said.

Kyle looked back at the carnival and noticed all the games and rides. Most of the game booths were throwing baseballs at Cartman's head, shooting him with fake rifles, and other games. Most of the rides were cartman themed too; heck, even the seats on most of the rides had cartman's face on them.

"How come you guys didn't tell me about this?"

Stan and Tweek looked away for a moment, then back at Kyle.

"You see Kyle; it's just-" stan was then interrupted by Tweek.

"We were worried that since cartman's gone and hating him was your main thing, you would sink into depression, and seeing all these reminders of him would make things worse," Tweek said before taking a deep breath.

Kyle looked disbelievingly and his two friends.

"Hating Cartman wasn't my only thing!" Kyle said.

"But, it was your main thing," Stan said.

"No, it wasn't! Im going to go to Cartmanfest tonight, and I'm going to have the best f time of my life!"

Kyle turned around and walked towards the hospital while stan and Tweek stayed behind for a few moments before stan turned to look at Tweek.

"Should we tell him?" Stan asked.

Tweek tensed, then looked away for a moment.

"I don't see why. It's not his business. Besides their not dating anymore."

"How long have you two been together anyway?"

"Since the state championship game last season."

Stan noticed the triumphant smile on his friend's face.

"I guess I could say she liked my athletic ability...so stan, if Kyle doesn't react well to you know who and me to dating, you'll stand by me, right?"

"Sure, but you don't have to worry, Dude. Kyle's not the jealous type. Also, why did you say you know who?"

"I didn't want to say her name just in case Kyle was still within earshot."

"He's not going to care that you're going out with Heidi. The only reason he might be mad is that you didn't tell him you were dating again; you know how easily he gets offended; he's going to think you don't see him as your friend."

"After all Kyle and I have been through, I doubt he's going to think that but okay; I'll tell him after we visit Butters.

(Hell's pass Hospital)

Butters and Jason watched TV in his patient room when kyle, stan, and Tweek came in.

Butters was happy to see Kyle.

"Kyle! I haven't seen you in three weeks! How are you?" Butters asked.

"I-im fine.…sorry about your leg, by the way," Kyle responded.

"It's ok; I'll be out of here by tomorrow, just in time for Cartmanfest."

Kyle looked down for a moment as he heard this.

"You're going to that too?"

"Oh ya, everyone in town is going. I'm taking Lola because it's a couples thing. Is Bebe coming?"

Kyle was brought of his thoughts for a moment, then looked back at Butters.

"Wha-who?"

"Kyle, your Girlfriend. Bebe Stevens. You two have been dating for a while now, remember?" Stan asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Oh ya. I haven't asked her."

"You should. That way, we can all go as couples, just like we did for the abstinence dance." Butters said.

"Ugh, I don't know, guys. My Dad's van is being worked on right now, and I doubt it will be ready for Cartmanfest." Tweek said.

"Are you ok, Tweek? You sound Nervous." Jason asked.

"No, I'm not! I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine," Kyle said.

Tweek didn't turn his head because he couldn't bear to see Kyle's intense jungle green eyes looking into him.

The door opened, and a very ugly male nurse walked In.

"Time to take your medicine, Mr.Stotch." The Male Nurse said.

"But I just took my medicine an hour ago. Why do I have to retake it?" Butters asked.

"It'll all make sense in a moment. Just at breathe it in, boys."

Stan was the first to take a sniff and noticed a foul smell beginning to fill the room.

"What the hell is-"

Each of the boys then began to fall into unconsciousness except Kyle, who tried to fight the effects of the gas, but it was a losing battle.

The last thing Kyle saw before falling unconscious was Scott Tenorman's smiling face.

To be continued.

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