Title: It's Electric
Author: flannelninja
Summary: Meet Eric Cartman, local mad scientist in the small village of South Park. Meet his lab hand Wendy, his henchman Kenny, and his attractive French maid, Bebe. Finally, meet his terrifying, horrifying creation: Butters Scotch.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who subscribed or favorite this story. Right now, I've caught the inspiration bug, so hopefully updates will happen quickly before the bug leaves me.
Pairings: Candy, Style, Kyman, Cutters, Bunny, Kebe, Creek (italics are the ones in this chapter)
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. Respect to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
Chapter 2- Surprises
That was not supposed to happen. The pleasure and joy from being the first man to reanimate a human body had left his system and been replaced with horror from this new development. Wendy's initial shock from the lightning had not subsided at this point; she was flat out drunk of her freak out. The raven haired beauty began to outright giggle. Cartman shook his head, clearing his thoughts with the girly noise.
"H-Hello," spoke the scientist, ever the charmer. "Butters, you say?"
"Yep-O, Butters Stotch." This was novel! He even had his own personal identity! The corpse flipped his long yellow hair out of his face. What's your name, sir?"
Sir? He liked the sound of that. Finally, somehow who respected his genius. "I'm Doctor Eric Cartman, mad scientist." Wendy was suddenly drawn from her daze with that remark.
"You're not a Doctor," she commented quizzically. The "doctor" shushed her violently, and the girl decided to just accept all that was going on around her. Perhaps it would all make sense in the morning.
"But you can call me master, if you'd like," Cartman continued. Butters smiled, sliding over to a very surprised Eric and wrapping his arms around him snuggly.
"Okey Dokey, Master."
Kenny murmured something about the two being cute and Wendy giggled.
Cartman patted his creations back curiously. "Kinneh!" He spat. "Wenday!" The two courteously detached him from the awkward with physical contact mad scientist and offered to take him to his room. When he nodded vigorously, Wendy's maternal instinct kicked in. She took his hand and gently guided him from the room.
Cartman stood there, speechless. The apathetic henchman left. They may have been best friends, but he didn't want to be around Eric finally snapped out of it. It was sure to be a messy.
Carman sat down quietly to contemplate in silence. He understood the facts. He had wanted revenge on Kyle and he had created a monster to help him do so, only to end up with a fully functional being with an identity and an aptitude for hugs. Cartman sighed. Not even his own mother held him that close or tight anymore… But that was besides the point. He had to figure out what had gone wrong—and how he could use this development for his own benefit.
He sat for hours, unmoving, thinking and thinking—until finally, his face twisted into a devious grin.
O-O-O
Craig Tucker of the Tucker family and Tweek Tweak sat in the office waiting room, waiting (as one tends to do in such rooms) for the well-known town dentist and his assistant to arrive. Tweek, as always, was freaking out. He had a cavity that needed to be drilled. In his mind, this meant death.
The boy breathed in and out deeply, using coping mechanisms the other boy had taught him to calm himself down. "I'm at a beach… and there's a pelican… GAH!"
"What?" Craig asked, apathetic mannerisms gone for the moment.
"Made ya' care." The boy giggled nervously. Craig flipped him off, pouting. Tweek pecked him quickly on the cheek. The other boy gazed at the blonde for a moment, before kissing him full on the lips. It started slowly, both boys unsure of what to do with themselves or their hands, but soon lust and energy kicked in.
It was the middle of the two's make out session that Stan and Kyle walked in. Stan merely blushed at the sight, but Kyle was furious.
"What the hell are you doing?" Kyle scolded. "In my fucking office, too! Does no one have any respect for me?" He glared at the boys. "Do your parents know?" The boys looked shocked. They couldn't imagine the awkward punishments coming out would entail for them. "Then I suggest you scat before I call them." The two gladly did as they were told, not wanting to stay around the grumpy dental hygienist any longer than was necessary.
Stan spoke softly. "Why did you do that, Kyle?" Something inside him felt broken. Was his secret love a homophobe? He had never felt so far away from him, not even when Kyle was off at school.
After a pause that seemed to last forever, Kyle finally replied, "Sorry I don't want to see preteens grope each other so early in the morning," he joked. And that was that. The exchange was over the hole in Stan's chest was temporarily covered, and they went about their business: separate, but together, always and forever, together in the strangest of ways.
O-O-O
It was six o' clock in the morning, which was, in Cartman's mind, just enough time to explain a plan. He had surreptitiously called Bebe, Kenny, and Wendy out of their rooms and into the hall, where he had desks and a chalkboard waiting for them.
"I already dropped out once, do I have to do it again?" Bebe giggled, and Wendy faked a smile. She loved the maid, but she couldn't say she'd ever understand her. Bebe had the money as well as the intelligence to go to school, but had still left college before completing the coursework. She claimed she was never meant to be a college girl, but Wendy would always wonder. After she dropped out, her parents had stopped funding her shopping sprees and housing. She needed to find a job, and she looked just smashing in the little outfit her bastard of a boss had her wearing.
Bebe sat in the middle, holding Kenny's hand. Wendy rolled her eyes, and to her pleasure, Cartman did as well. They weren't blind, they weren't dumb, and unfortunately for them, they weren't deaf. Kenny and Bebe were extremely noisy when it came to their nighttime activities.
Cartman cleared his throat, running a hand through his shiny, soft, brown, hair. Wendy could say all she wanted to about the man, but she had to admit, he knew how to take care of himself. Wendy zoned back in for the end of the presentation.
"So Wendy will monitor the etiquette and common knowledge classes, I'll administer them, and Kinneh will go fuck himself for getting me the wrong brain."
"What will I do?" Bebe asked, raising her hand as if she was in a real classroom.
"Help me with my job…" Kenny winked, taking her by the arm and skipping off into a nearby bedroom.
"No, wait! Goddamnit, you guys! You were supposed to be in charge of meals! Respect my authoritah!" Cartman growled. Wendy stifled a girlish chortle. Cartman raised an eyebrow at her, before placing down his chalk and exiting the room.
"Where are you going?" Wendy called, somewhat annoyed to just be left there. Cartman grunted loudly in response. The lady sighed, picked herself up and followed him through the house and into the large and well-kept kitchen.
"Where's Mommy when I need here?" Cartman grumbled. Wendy smirked. It was just like him to call Lianne "Mommy" so far into adulthood. Was he far into adulthood? The scientist had never told her his age, so Wendy had just assumed he was older than her. For all she knew, he could be her exact same age! You'd never know it from the way he bossed her around, and the mouth on him—
Cartman scrambled around the kitchen, looking for pots and pans. While searching beneath the sink, he bonked his head on a shelf. He cussed loudly, finally looking up at the raven-haired woman. Perhaps it was the pain or desepration for help, but at that moment, she looked just like an angel.
"Help, hoe," he commanded, holding the back of his head and groaning.
"You should have just asked for my help in the first place," she scolded. Wendy was used to being called derogatory names by now—it was the tone that bothered her. F he had said it more lovingly—wait what was she thinking? She turned back to the task at hand, ignoring her employer, who watched her ever so dillligently as she worked. She didn't mind.
"Hey, hoe?"
"Yeah?"
"You're kind of good at this!"
To be honest, she kind of liked it.
O-O-O
Cartman rapped his knuckles on the door, tray of food in hand and Wendy behind him. From behind the door came the squeaky tones of Butters Stotch. "How… How do I open it?" He asked, embarrassment ringing distinctly in his voice.
It was just as the scientist feared. He had basic motor skills but absolutely no practical knowledge of how to use them. Great.
"Turn the knob, sweetie," Wendy cooed. Cartman turned back to her quizzically. When had the wench become so motherly?
Butters followed her instructions carefully. "I broke it!" He cried, his face finally visible to the tow. Cartman blinked. This was going to be a whole lot of work.