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 for reading, lovelies. Especially nikki-kun for convincing me to continue with her marvelous review.

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 4- Another Trip to the Dentist's

Craig Tucker knocked determinedly on Tweek Tweak's door. He was relieved when the boy answered the door as opposed to his nanny. His nanny was a mean old lady that scared all the surrounding children speechless. But Craig would've braved her for Tweek…

Tweek smiled, and the two held hands as they walked to school, chatting about their lessons and about the mean old dentist, and "By the way Tweek, your mother told me you have another dentist appointment I have to take you to—"

"What! I'm never going back there ever again! He! He yelled at me!" Tweek shouted, arms crossed against his small body.

Craig sighed, pulling the boy close to him, not caring about what the other boys might say. "It'll be fine. I promise you."

"Well…" Tweek blushed. "As long as y-you promise…"

O-o-O-o-O

"How long is that Jew going to take?" Cartman asked no one in particular, kicking the trash can in his rivaling scientist's waiting room.

Butters looked at Kenny quizzically, wondering what exactly a "Jew" was, and if that was the reason why he was taking so long. Kenny placed a hand on the young creation's shoulder, and shook his head, pursing his lips. No need to think about it too hard, bro.

"We made an appointment yesterday!" Cartman lied through clenched teeth.

Wendy rolled her eyes. "We made nothing of the kind, you big fat liar."

"I'm not fat! I'm—"

"Big-boned," the party said simultaneously in monotone.

"You've heard that one before, eh?" Cartman said, an ounce of color falling on his cheeks. "Well what about this one? If that Jew Rat bastard doesn't come soon I'm going to fucking rip off his fucking scrotum and toss that whore into the fucking garbage where he belongs."

"LANGAUGE!" Wendy shouted, covering Butters' pert ears with her hands.

"Mommy…" Wendy's eyes shot open. "Why does Daddy hate 'the Jew' so much?"

"Daddy…?" Cartman grumbled, shocked at this new label bestowed upon him.

"My bad," Kenny began to explain. "He told me that he was lonely and that he bet all the other little boys and girls had Mommies and Daddies… and his were already dead." Wendy and Cartman looked away from the boy who was on the verge of tears. Their eyes met. "So I told him… and correct me now if I'm wrong… that he didn't have a Mommy or a Daddy, but he had you two, and he had me, and Bebe, and Lianne."

"And then… then I asked if I could still call you guys Mommy and Daddy… and Mister Kenny said yes."

Wendy and Cartman's eyebrows shot up. Mister Kenny, eh? Cartman thought to himself. Vain bastard probably thinks he's too young to be called Uncle or something. He sighed. "Well, it's not as fun as Master… but I'll allow it."

"Of course you can call me Mommy, sweetheart." Wendy bent down and gave Butters a quick peck on the cheek. Butters beamed up at her. There comes that motherly affection again. Cartman rolled his eyes, accepting a mean glare from his assistant.

After a few moments of this picture perfect kin waiting in silence for the dentist to arrive, the door swung open to reveal the dentist and his assistant. At first, the doctor and his steed paid no attention to the makeshift family. He put down his satchel at the secretary-less desk… and eyed the visitors in his lair. He hadn't seen Cartman here since… since Kenny had gotten his fist stuck in his mouth. And who was this strange blonde haired creature? Had Cartman gotten yet another new helper? Why was he so much more popular than Kyle? The scientist steamed inwardly.

"It's nice to see you, Cartman." Kyle purred, his heart aching.

"It's nice to see you as well, Kahl." Cartman bowed his head. The two locked eyes. Much was said between the pair without words. Butters grabbed his "Daddy's" hand with a worrisome glance towards Kenny, who put a finger to his mouth. This is big boy play time, buddy.

Cartman looked down at Butters, giving him a weak smile. "This is one of my half-brother's. You know how Lianne can get."

"Your Mother is a whore."

"Shut up, Jew rat!" Cartman huffed, suddenly at the other man's throat, a piece of his meticulously parted hair out of place.

Stan stepped in front of Kyle protectively. He knew Cartman had a tendency towards violence from their childhood encounters. "Down to business." Stan pulled out a clipboard and pen and placed them in his slightly shocked Master's hands. "What are you here for?"

"My relation, here, has a tooth ache. We wanted to get it checked out."

"Right this way." Kyle smiled, scribbling something down on the chart and guiding Butters and Cartman into the office.

O-o-O-o-O

Down at the Elementary school, it was not so silent, but definitely eerie. There is something about a homophobic youth that just gets the blood boiling. Perhaps it's bad parenting, or lack of love at home, but when a child calls another child a "Fag" or a "Queer" without understanding the puppy dog love of their classmates… one can only hope that the bullies are one day taught a lesson.

Luckily for Tweek Tweak… before he could be beaten to a pulp… his boyfriend saved his life. Because Craig Tucker was a badass you just didn't want to mess with. And he had made a promise. They were going to that appointment. And there was nothing for Tweek to be afraid of.