It's now two months since Stan's death. Ever since then Cartman has been losing weight. He hasn't been eating as much as he usually does. Now he's about Kyle's shape. Not only did he lose weight he lost his obnoxious personality. He became sweet, caring, and generous. He helps his mother around the house. He donated half of his toys to a foster home. He volunteered to do kitchen/soup duty at a homeless shelter. Now Cartman's clothes were getting too big for him. So he went to Kyle's house to borrow some extra clothes. Kyle opened the door when Cartman ranged the doorbell. "Hi, Cartman." he said.
"Hi, Kyle, do you have any clothes I can borrow?"
"Sure, I know what you can wear." Kyle said. "Come on in."
Kyle and Cartman went upstairs to Kyle's room. Kyle went to his bottom drawer and opened it. He grabbed Stan's red poofball hat and gloves, brown jacket, and blue pants. "Stan gave me this on his will." said Kyle. "Here, try them on." Cartman took Stan's clothes and tried them on.
"How do I look?" Cartman said after he put them on.
"You look just like him." Kyle said, smiling. "You even sound like him too."
Cartman didn't even notice when he began to lose weight he lost that gruff in his voice. His voice was a lot smoother and a lot like Stan's. "Kyle, can you do me a favor?" Cartman asked.
"What?" Kyle replied.
"I don't want to be called Cartman anymore." Cartman said.
"What do you want to be called?" Kyle asked.
"Call me, Stan." Cartman said.
THE END
Author's note: I hoped you've enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading it!