"You did great..." Sendrick stated to the 14 year old standing in front of him. Sendrick was the head of the Cloning Facility. Sure, he didn't exactly plan that his younger clone version of the late chancellor would end up with another male. It didn't matter much to him at all anyways, he sent him on a mission to find a relationship, and he did just that. He was observing Cartman; who stood next to Adolf, his eyes wandering around the massive building.
"This place is killer." Eric laughed, bringing his attention back to the tall, thin man who created clones regularly.
"Killer. Right." He replied nonchalantly, gesturing for the two boys to follow him. They obeyed.
All three of them entered a room that was an exact replica of the room that the original Hitler had killed himself in. Sendrick glanced over at Adolf who was nervously chewing his lip. "Clone 88?" he adressed him by his cloning number instead of his name. "We will be outside." Leaving him to the room by himself, the clone cried out and stopped them.
"Wait!" he exclaimed, lacing his fingers together "I have to say goodbye..." Adolf glanced up at Eric and smiled lightly. The other pressed his lips against the smaller male's in a quick, goodbye kiss. "I... love you, Eric." Cartman sighed and frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets "...I love you too..." he said sheepishly, glancing away. Sendrick and him left the room. When they exited, Sendrick pressed a silver button on the wall which revealed bulletproof, one-way glass. Eric watched as he picked up a gun and crouched down on the ground next to the bed. He said something; which was inaudible through the glass, and raised the gun, pulling the trigger. Cartman widened his chocolate brown eyes and averted them quickly at the blank stare and how the clone's icy blue eyes drained of color as soon as the shot was fired. "That was great..." Sendrick smiled, scribbling down some pros and cons on his clipboard before rising from his seat and excusing Eric. Said teen got up and turned to go, hating the tears that threatened to fall. "It was only a damn clone..." he muttered under his breath, escaping the building and out into the cold, examining the two pairs of shoeprints in the snow. Inside, he didn't care if it was only a clone. He cared that he had been loved for a mere day.
As soon as he was back on the sidewalk to his house, he kicked the snow miserably. That kick revealed the corner of... 'A book?' he thought.
'No, a notepad.' Eric picked it up. 'A drawing pad?' opening it up, it revealed an amazing, well detailed drawing of the school's courtyard. There were two people standing in the corner. The two people were Kyle and Eric. Cartman smiled slightly and noticed a piece of paper that had slipped out. He retrieved it.
"Dear Eric," the note started.
"You were the only one that cared enough to talk to me or even look at me. Caring that I was there was enough for me to get by and complete my creator's mission." Eric blushed a little.
"I wanted to say thank you. I'm long gone by now. But I hope you can keep this notebook to remember me by. Oh, I drew a picture in it too." He glanced back at the picture before continuing the note "I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. If I could, I would stay with you forever. But, I'm only a clone. You'd probably want the real deal anyways." This wasn't true.
"I have a bit of a suprise for you. I'm not a clone. My creator actually brought me back and when he did, it turned me into a teenager. My suicidal fate was inevitable either way. Thank you for helping me through this, Eric Cartman."
Eric was caught at a bit of a surpise, just like it had intended.
"I love you..." It finished and the male squeezed his eyes shut and slipped the note back into the notebook, finally giving into the tears.
"I love you too..." he whispered to the sky. After that, he continued his journey back home. Clutching the notebook against his chest.
"This place is killer." Eric laughed, bringing his attention back to the tall, thin man who created clones regularly.
"Killer. Right." He replied nonchalantly, gesturing for the two boys to follow him. They obeyed.
All three of them entered a room that was an exact replica of the room that the original Hitler had killed himself in. Sendrick glanced over at Adolf who was nervously chewing his lip. "Clone 88?" he adressed him by his cloning number instead of his name. "We will be outside." Leaving him to the room by himself, the clone cried out and stopped them.
"Wait!" he exclaimed, lacing his fingers together "I have to say goodbye..." Adolf glanced up at Eric and smiled lightly. The other pressed his lips against the smaller male's in a quick, goodbye kiss. "I... love you, Eric." Cartman sighed and frowned, shoving his hands into his pockets "...I love you too..." he said sheepishly, glancing away. Sendrick and him left the room. When they exited, Sendrick pressed a silver button on the wall which revealed bulletproof, one-way glass. Eric watched as he picked up a gun and crouched down on the ground next to the bed. He said something; which was inaudible through the glass, and raised the gun, pulling the trigger. Cartman widened his chocolate brown eyes and averted them quickly at the blank stare and how the clone's icy blue eyes drained of color as soon as the shot was fired. "That was great..." Sendrick smiled, scribbling down some pros and cons on his clipboard before rising from his seat and excusing Eric. Said teen got up and turned to go, hating the tears that threatened to fall. "It was only a damn clone..." he muttered under his breath, escaping the building and out into the cold, examining the two pairs of shoeprints in the snow. Inside, he didn't care if it was only a clone. He cared that he had been loved for a mere day.
As soon as he was back on the sidewalk to his house, he kicked the snow miserably. That kick revealed the corner of... 'A book?' he thought.
'No, a notepad.' Eric picked it up. 'A drawing pad?' opening it up, it revealed an amazing, well detailed drawing of the school's courtyard. There were two people standing in the corner. The two people were Kyle and Eric. Cartman smiled slightly and noticed a piece of paper that had slipped out. He retrieved it.
"Dear Eric," the note started.
"You were the only one that cared enough to talk to me or even look at me. Caring that I was there was enough for me to get by and complete my creator's mission." Eric blushed a little.
"I wanted to say thank you. I'm long gone by now. But I hope you can keep this notebook to remember me by. Oh, I drew a picture in it too." He glanced back at the picture before continuing the note "I'm sorry I had to leave so soon. If I could, I would stay with you forever. But, I'm only a clone. You'd probably want the real deal anyways." This wasn't true.
"I have a bit of a suprise for you. I'm not a clone. My creator actually brought me back and when he did, it turned me into a teenager. My suicidal fate was inevitable either way. Thank you for helping me through this, Eric Cartman."
Eric was caught at a bit of a surpise, just like it had intended.
"I love you..." It finished and the male squeezed his eyes shut and slipped the note back into the notebook, finally giving into the tears.
"I love you too..." he whispered to the sky. After that, he continued his journey back home. Clutching the notebook against his chest.