Notes: Well, after getting my first review for more Bendy, I was like 8D 'cause I really like that pairing and it made me happy to get my first review o 3 o
Also, I was high on mountain dew energy while writing this.. So very high..
Also, there's a lot of talking in this.. A lotta phone calls.. But that's just what happens on the phone, when people aren't on the phone there''s more movement ;9
~•º*Coon and Friends REBORN*º•~
I understand that there's still no sexy times in this FF, well.. I like to actually build up a storyline.. Even if it is wacky and ttly out there..
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The damp of his clothes stuck to his skin uncomfortably as Eric awoke, the blackness around startling him as he realised how late it was. He lay there longer, just waiting for the nausea to pass, but it never did and he forced himself to roll over and wriggle out of the cramp that held him in the same position he had fallen asleep in.
He had had the same dreams as usual, one of the many episodes of the series of torture that constantly plagued him when he closed his eyes..
He knelt there, upright and bleary eyed as he adjusted his eyes to the darkness, at first just giving bleak and silvery outlines to the lake.. But then, everything started to clear, and he could see everything from the trees to the individual blades of grass. Even the slight sheen of the Lake's water as it rippled.
He rubbed his eyes, it was definitely late, yet he was seeing everything so clearly..
It was like watching a movie through his own eyes, where it's supposed to be pitch black for the characters, yet you can see the whole scene in perfect clarity.
It felt.. Awesome..
He got to his feet shakily, still feeling the buzz as he looked around, but with a feeling like a weight dropping into his stomach, he remembered that he had said that he would meet Kyle tomorrow.. Just when he had woken then, late at night.. He'd never get back to sleep and then, when he did it would be around five pm or something stupid..
Cartman inwardly cursed himself, but then changed his mind and forgave himself.
He loved himself too much to hold a grudge..
Pulling out his phone, he checked out the time. 3:05.
He only had a few more hours to go, then he could just drop by Kyle's, early enough to annoy the shit out of him.. Ah well, it could be revenge for yesterday.. God knows he deserved it..
He ran his hand through his hair, then stopped midway.
"What.. The shitting fuck.."
He did it again, and again, tracing through with his fingers to the tips of what felt to be furry little stubs on the top of his head.
"Oh shit, oh shit.."
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Kyle couldn't believe he still was awake, and worse still, opening his closing his phone every ten minutes as if in hope of seeing Cartman message him.
It was irritating the shit out of him,but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to hear something back from that fatass, anything and at all.. Even an insult would've been great at that point. Which was odd, as he definitely would've responded with ten times worse back to him if he actually did.
"God damn fucking Fatass!" He hissed, whispering because of the ridiculous hour and the fact that everyone was asleep in the house. Even Ike's metalcore music had been turned down till it was no more than a distant hum.
The phone buzzed to life and before it could even finish it's first buss he had it to his ear. "Yellow? Cartman?"
"Dude, I am freaking out..! What.. Did you just say Cartman?" A hoarse voice came through, grated.. As though morphed somehow..
"Hello? Who is this?" He said quickly, hoping that he did't have to explain the whole cartman issue.
"It's Kenny!"
"Kenny? Man your voice sounds bad, dude, did you catch something?"
"No! I was just watching tv when I started laughing all.." He searched for the words, but he didn't have them.
"Gravelly?" Kyle tried.
"Yeah, whatever that is.. Look, that's not the point! Has anything weird happened to you?"
Kyle frowned, Cartman had asked the same thing.. Had they pulled some prank on him without him knowing? Where they waiting for him to get caught by it? "No.. Why?"
"Something weird's going on, I was killed today, but instead of dying I just got back up again!"
He rolled his eyes, Kenny had been saying the same thing for a while, that he could die and then come back to life again the next day with no one remembering. But as far as he was concerned it was a load of bullshit. "Look, Kenny.."
"I'm serious, dude!"
"I know, I know.." He looked around the room, searching for something, though he had no idea what he was looking for. His eyes felt all hot somehow.. Stinging painfully and it was bringing tears to them, he rubbed them in irritance.
"Something serious is going on, I even keep talking in weird monologues to myself with words I didn't even know existed.." He sounded really worried, the redhead could tell that even through the ridiculousness of his voice.
"Ken, it's probably nothing.."
"No! I'm serious! There's a strange churning within me, a melancholy mixture of sorrow for the futility of mortality and a desire of justice for those wronged within it.. This world, it's so full of greed and sufferi-!" He stopped himself. "It's happening again!"
Kyle couldn't believe what he was hearing, but there seemed to be only one explanation. "Are you watching that Ross Kemp show?"
"What? No!"
"Then I can't help you.." The phone started to beep, another call coming through. "Look, can you go on hold?"
"No, that's way too expensive.. Electrical company fatcats charging the citizens out of house and ho-!"
" 'Kay, see you, Kenny..!" He switched to the other number quickly, cutting Kenny off midway before he could get into another rant. "Hello?"
"Kyle!"
"Clyde? I haven't spoke to you in ages, dude. What's u-?"
Token cut across him sharply. "Kyle, Token's been in an accident!"
"What? For real?"
"A car accident, man.. I am so shaken up!" Kyle could even hear the soft vibrations of his teeth as they chattered. "Blood.. Blood everywhere.. AH!"
Kyle heard the phone crackle and vicious scratching noises.
"Dude, dude! Are you okay?"
"Yeah.. I think so.. It's just my neck.. It's so itchy and all the blood.."
"Have you told Stan? I'm coming over!"
"It's too late, just stay where you are! I already told Stan..! I just had to let you know, alright?" He sighed, stopping scratching. "I don't want the same to happen to you like it has to Token.. You just stay there.."
Kyle's eyes widened. "Is he gonna be okay?"
"I hope so.. He's torn up real bad, I even heard the doctor say they were going to have to amputate.. Oh god..!" He moaned and Kyle could hear soft little sobs.
"It's gonna be okay, it's gonna be okay."
Clyde started to cough violently. "Kyle, I'm gonna have to..!" He coughed some more and the phone went silent, Kyle assuming that he had hung up to finish coughing.
"Holy shit.." He looked at the phone in shock.
Token was in a car accident and having to be amputated.. He might not even live by the sound of it..
On the other hand..
He looked at his phone and it stared back up at him, thinking the exact same thing.
It was reason enough to call Cartman back..
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Clyde sat in the hospital lobby furiously scratching at his neck, watching the people with glazed over eyes as they passed him, worriedly looking between him and the other two girls he was with.
Bebe and Wendy.
Wendy hadn't stopped crying since the accident, and Bebe's arms had never stopped holding her either. The softly tanned hands stroked the pale upper arms of her friend, soothing her as she shook with her little sobs and buried her head into Bebe's soft blonde curls.
"I.. I can't believe it.." The raven haired girl said into the more-than-voluptuous chest of her friend. "H-How..?"
The blonde swept back a few bangs from her friend's cold face, heating up her icy and blushing cheeks with her alarmingly hot ones. "I.. I don't know.." She stuttered, looking over to Clyde who stared blankly back at her. "We shouldn't have been drinking so much.."
Clyde nervously choked a laugh, a painful sound in the deathly atmosphere of the hospital. The sound of it even seeming to reverberate from the grimy white tiles of the walls and floor. "Heh.. One way to sober up, right?"
"Clyde!" Bebe scowled at him, pulling Wendy closer into her. "Don't be such a dick!"
A drunken pervert sneered lustily over her shoulder. "You can have mine if you want, babe.."
She smashed the side of her head into his face, head-butting him right to the floor. "Fucking insensitive prick!" She shouted at him.
Wendy tried to pull her back. "Bebe, don't.."
A hospital worker awkwardly came into the scene, staring at the drunken man's collapsed body tentatively. "The doctor says he can see you now, your friend is through with the surgery.. He's just unconscious." She looked between the angry clenched fists of the blonde and the tense, glassy eyes of Clyde. "I can organise some beds for you if you would like, or would you prefer some help home?"
They all stood up suddenly, and despite her tear streaked face Wendy looked the most determined. "We have to see him." She said.
"Okay.. Right this way then.." She looked then to a group of medics chatting and flirting over the counter, jerking her head towards the drunk.
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When the phone rang Cartman was clutching a huge, plump tail sticking out just from above his ass, and his face did not read with it well.
His fingers slipped over the receive button as he lifted it up to his ear, dazed and confused out of his mind. "H-hello..?"
"Cartman!"
Something in him started to relax, but still he couldn't stop his hands going over his ears and tail, brown eyes wide in unadulterated shock. "O-oh.. He-hey, Jew.. Rat..!" He faltered, completely at a loss for what was happening as he tried to look back and see what was going on with the strange tail coming out of him.
"Shut the fuck up, fatass! This is serious, Token's been in an accident!" The whiny, high pitched voice of the jew wasn't lying.. He could tell that in the earnest, non-jewish portion of his tone.
"Wh-What?" He temporarily released his tail, ears perking up.. And not the ears he was used to..
The jew sighed on the other line. "Token, he's been in a car accident!"
"B-but Token doesn't even drive!"
"Is all the fat in your brain? He was out with Clyde tonight!"
"AY! You shut the fuck up, jewfag!"
"You gonna make me, asshole?"
"You better hope I don't, dickwad!" He breathed heavily down the phone. It was so easy to get riled and forget things when it was Kyle ripping on him. It always pissed him off to the point of no return when he dissed him on his weight..
He closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead and trying to steer clear of whatever the hell those ear things were on top of his head. "Is Token..? Okay..?"
"Damn it.. My fucking eyes.." Kyle had paused, and a crinkling noise was on the phone instead for a while before he answered. "No."
"Oh, for god's sake, Kahl, you're supposed to be comforting..!"
Another pause and more crinkling. "Well.. Forgive me if I don't feel like comforting some anti-Semitic asshole!"
Cartman rolled his eyes and started walking back towards the town, adjusting his shoulder strap. "Kahl.. You still there?"
He sighed heavily. "Yeah, I don't know why I am though.."
"Well, Kahl.. It's pretty obvious that you like the sound of my lustrous voice.." He said, picking up speed as he ran down the hill to the back of a store. "Hold on.."
He had reached one particularly tricky chicken wire fence, but with a quickness that startled even him he found it was easy to hook his fingers into the razor-sharp holes and scale it in record time, kicking off from it with barely a rattle to land on the floor in a strange, yet epic crouch. He put the phone back up to his mouth. "Uh..Kahl, you still there?"
"Stop saying that, I haven't gone anywhere." The redhead sighed, the breath crackling through the phone. "It's not as if I could anyway.. Clyde told me to stay at home and not come out tonight.
Eric smirked, straightening up. "Good, I'm coming to yours."
"What? HELL NO! Cartman! You better not!"
He laughed, walking into the street, the lamps' light streaming over him in melancholy orange glows which only barely caught the flash and twitch of a plump striped tail before it disappeared out of the light's casting into the shadow again.
Cartman didn't see that though, in fact, he barely recognised the lamplight or even the street he was on as he exchanged more insults and threats with the pissed off jew.
Yet his feet took him, as they had for years, to the Broflovski's house. Yet, instead of just ringing the doorbell, as his fingers were itching for him to do and wake up the household to annoy Kyle more than he could imagine.. He instead went round to the back porch and waited there for Kyle to let him in.
It was annoying, waiting for the dickwad to finally find the right down to creep down and answer him, but to pass the time he found it fun to peel off some of the house's paintwork and torment a few spiders who themselves were trying to sleep in the early hours.
He checked the time again, 4:15… Shit the fucking bed..
It was late..
He grinned, thinking of how pissed off Kyle was, and just when he was imagining the look on his face he was right there in front of him.
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Notes: Well? Notice how Clyde's neck feels itchy? That Kenny's voice has changed and his immortality? That Cartman has a fucking tail! That Token's been in a car accident and has had surgery? That Kyle's eyes are hot?
o 3 o
If you don't get it..
"
Toolshed: ...Nah, see, that's the problem dude, that's not really a superpower. Like, I have mental command over all power tools, Human Kite can fly-
Human Kite: And shoot lasers out of my eyes.
Toolshed: And shoot lasers out of his eyes. And Mysterion can. [pauses and looks over at Mysterion.] Wait, whats your superpower Mysterion?
Mysterion: [with his back to the group] I can't die!
Toolshed: ...Oh yeah, good one. Mysterion can't die, and Iron Maiden is indestructible-
Mysterion: No, Stan, I'm being serious! I really really can't die!"
and then..
"Human Kite: Yeah cool let's talk about where our powers come from.
Mosquito: I was bitten by a radioactive mosquito! Bzzzzzzt.
TupperWear: I was in a car accident, then put back together with Tupperware parts. "