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: I've figured out how I want to end the story. That being said, the end is a long ways away… if anyone cares, that is… lol It's going to be such a twist! Thanks for reading!
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 3- Dreams
In his fifth year of studies, Eric Cartman had proved himself to be worthy of his Father's name. His father had instilled his values into him, and Eric had taken to them at once. Eric shared his father's love of power, his cunning and intelligence, and his ambition. He was too young to tell, but his father knew he could expect great things from him. In fact, he was telling this to the young boy's mother on the cold November night he died.
"Still, honey, I think he should be around other people his own age!" remarked his concerned Mother. On some level, she was right. If Eric Cartman had been introduced to people just a bit sooner—
"Nonsense, darling! He's far too advanced for the likes of them. He'd be so misunderstood." His Father replied. Just then, the phone rang. The man walked over into to the wall where the phone was placed and held it to his ear, listening for a moment to the voice on the line. "Very well, I'll be there immediately." He placed the earpiece back on the stand. "Darling, I'm sorry, they say they need me at the counsel. We'll have to save this chat for another time." His wife nodded ambiguously. He couldn't read her expression. Looking back, the woman wished she had told him she loved him before he left, and fixed his tie… and offered him dinner. Maybe then, he wouldn't have gone… But that was wishful thinking, and everyone knew what a boatload of good that did.
Mr. Stotch was a hardworking man in the counsel, and also the town baker. He often joked that he was living a double life as a proposer and pastry-maker. He had a strong love of alliteration. He had offered to make cookies that day, using the cousel's oven. No one knew it would explode, and take all their lives. If not, they may not have requested double chocolate chip. How could they have known? How could their families? It was devastating. No one could ever look at chocolate chip cookies for months.
O-O-O
Kyle Brofloski knew the exact day he had met his rival Eric Cartman, and he had marveled at it ever since. He had come in, brass and chubby, and introduced himself before the teacher had even laid eyes on him.
"My name is Eric Cartman, and my daddy is dead, so I have to come to the shithole," he explained in his squeaky childish voice.
Some of the students gasped at his use of language. Others, mainly Kyle and Stan, only looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"I have several goals in my lifetime… but the most prevalent is to rule you all with an iron fist and wreak havoc upon this town." And that was the second Kyle knew… that those were his goals as well.
O-O-O
Butters Stotch had been trapped in heaven. Heaven for little boys is different than it is for most people. Its full of toys and mud, and all the fun a child could want. But, Butters wasn't happy, because Butters was all alone up there. What good are toys when there's no one to play with? What good is mud if there's no one to ground you for having too much fun and getting your clothes all dirty? So Butters wasn't all that upset when he fell from heaven… right into the lap of mad scientist Eric Cartman. Not that he knew, or really minded.
His new body was lean and skinny, and although he still had the brain development of a nine year old, he had the body of at least an eighteen year old. His hair was long and felt like silk… his eyes were blue like the sea. Looking in the mirror, he admired his appearance. He looked much different than he once did. But that wasn't automatically a bad thing. He enjoyed the way his "professor" blushed when he hugged him tight around the waist. He enjoyed the way that Kenny fellow whistled as he walked by his room. He was embarrassed of course, no one wants to have accidentally been seen changing. But he still enjoyed the approval of his naked flesh.
Butters heard sounds in the night: sounds that confused him, sounds that aroused him. It was very strange to suddenly be placed within a body that had already been through the tortures of puberty. It was weird! What was going on down there? He had to know. So the next day, he braced himself, and decided to ask his "professor."
O-O-O
Wendy and Eric stood outside the boy's door once more, waiting for him to turn the handle and let them in. They had a long day of lessons ahead of them. When Butters finally wretched himself from the bed, he barely caught the eye of his two guardians. Eric narrowed his eyes, passing Butters and placing his food on a table. "I guess we'll have to work on greetings today, then…" He sighed. Had he trained his creation to be so rude?
Butters bit his lip shyly, and suddenly closed the door in Wendy's pretty face. "Sorry!" He shouted from behind the door. "I just… I have something to ask Master…"
"Out with it then." Cartman said, shifting slightly.
"Yesterday, I heard some strange noises…"
"Probably Bebe and Kenny again, the whores."
"Yes, but- But what is a whore?"
"A whore is someone who has sex for money." He said blatantly.
"But what is sex?"
A blush came over Eric's face, and he began to stutter. "I-I-I… What are you retarded? You can't just ask somebody that!" He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Lessons would have to be postponed.