A/N: So here's the angsty-ish last chapter. Yep, and I hope you like it XD
I also dedicate this chapter to Ms. Elbow, because she's awsome. 8)
Enjoy, guys!
The Return of Cartman
Damien jumped back at Cartman's sudden action.
"Eric, calm your nerves!" he said, looking over at Pip, who was standing nearby and looking down. "I came over to… apologize for what I did. I never meant so much harm done to you."
Cartman glared at him. "Never meant so much harm? You shot a rock at my head!" he fumed. "You gave me amnesia you stupid dilhole!" he yelled in his pissed off tone.
"Dude!" Stan said.
Kyle stood up. "Cartman? You remember him?" he asked in a frantic tone.
Cartman slowly looked over at Kyle, then around the table at all his friends. The balloon in his mind finally exploded.
Cartman suddenly grabbed Pips hat and smacked him roughly in the face with it. "If you ever get your fucking boyfriend to do that again, I'm going to turn you into fucking lunchmeat!" Cartman raged, quickly running out of the cafeteria and into the crowded hall. He felt his eyes well up and a few tears drop as he ran through the halls. He didn't care who saw. The feeling of his old personality and his current one colliding was like throwing a lit cigarette into a puddle of gasoline.
Cartman finally reached the back doors of the school and ran into them, hastily pushing them open and collapsing under a nearby tree.
"Nnnnooo…" Cartman murmured painfully. He curled up against the tree and clenched his brown hair. After a moment of calm, he lifted his tear-stained face to the doors he ran out of seconds ago. Kyle... This feeling was so overwhelming and all he wanted to do was say he's sorry to Kyle for everything.
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"Cartman! Cartmaaan!" Kyle yelled desperately into the hallway.
"Kyle, Cartman obviously needs to be alone! Just let him for a while!" Stan said gingerly, running up to his friend in the cafeteria doorframe.
"No!" Kyle said, his voice cracking. "He was finally being a friend to me! And he wasn't faking or anything!" he cried as Kenny walked up behind Stan. "There were no lies or anything hidden behind the kindness for once, he was just my friend. I finally had three best friends instead of two best friends and a rival!" Kyle finished, leaving Stan and Kenny as he dashed down the hall.
Stan's mouth was gaping as he watched him run away. He blinked several times and looked to the floor. "Kyle… you should have told me…"
Kenny copied Stan and looked to the floor, sighing. "I never knew Kyle felt so strongly about Cartman's old personality…"
Stan looked up at where the Jew ran off. "I'm sorry."
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Kyle searched the halls frantically, asking kids he knew here and there if they saw Cartman. Finally he reached the back doors, pushing them open forcefully and looked around. He saw his disoriented friend sobbing under a tree a few yards away.
"Oh Jesus, Cartman!" Kyle yelled, running over to the brunette and coming to his knees. "Cartman? Are you… talk to me!"
Cartman stopped crying for a moment and looked Kyle right in the eyes. "I'm glad you followed me, Kahl."
"Cartman…" Kyle started, having no idea what to say. He didn't even know which Cartman this was.
The brunette stared straight ahead into the schools field, as the breeze blew through the bare trees and blended the clouds together. He felt like the last few days had entirely been a dream, and just as most dreams do, it was quickly rushing away and being replaced with his real life once again.
But again, like most dreams, Cartman was trying to hold onto it as long as possible. "I can't thank you enough for how nice you've been these last few days…" Cartman said, still staring into the field. "I just needed to say, before I totally lose it, that I'm… sorry for everything I've ever done to you."
Kyle let a tear fall silently down his face while he watched Cartman's serene, kind personality struggle to communicate with him. He knew deep down though, that these were Cartman's real words… somehow…
Cartman stored this moment away somewhere in his mind. The clouds, the breeze, and his friend, next to him and genuinely concerned. He closed his eyes, forgetting that Kyle was there… forgetting he was outside. He blocked out all sound as he felt he head pound and the dream evaporate entirely.
Kyle tilted his head and felt a twinge of panic. Cartman didn't look like he was crying anymore… he didn't even look like he was breathing. "Oh, fuck, Cartman? Are you okay?" Kyle asked, hovering a hand near the boys shoulder, afraid to even touch him.
Cartman opened his eyes suddenly and gasped. He looked over and jumped when he noticed the Jew's outstretched hand. "Augh! Oh, Goddamn Kahl! You scared the shit out of me!" he said, standing up and staring around, bewildered. "Where the fudge are we, Jew?"
Kyle looked at Cartman in disbelief and then to the spot his friend was just sitting.
Cartman furrowed his brow, but nodded when he saw the back of the school. "Oh, yeah. We're at school," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. He looked from the school to Kyle. "God, I must have been totally out of it the last few days. I think we hung out more then we ever have before, haven't we?"
Kyle swallowed and looked up at his friend. "Yeah, we sure did," he said, standing up. "So... you remember what happened to you?"
Cartman started walking towards the school. "Duh. I had amnesia. That or I was delusional, judging by the last few days," he turned around, staring at the flustered red-head. "Everything from when I woke up in the hospital until now has been such a fudged up mess… I feel like it was all a dream!" he said, looking up at a crow cawing in the tree his was just standing under.
Kyle sighed and warily walked over to Cartman. "Yeah, I feel a bit like that too…" he ventured.
"You don't have to be a pussy and agree with me just because I was screwed up, Kahl," Cartman said as the two walked towards the school. He looked at Kyle, who rolled his eyes at the comment. "But I think I'll store it all away as a good dream," he added, smiling.
Kyle turned and blinked at Cartman, and smiled back.
Cartman laughed. "God, you really do look like a homo when you smile" he said, running up and opening the door. "No wonder you and Stan are so in love with each other."
Kyle glared and smirked at Cartman as he walked through the open door. "Well at least we'll be happily married in Canada and you'll be left here alone with your stupid dolls" he said.
"Aye, you buttfucker!" Cartman retorted, following the Jew.
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Stan paced in front of the lunch table impatiently. "Damn it, where are those guys? Lunch is almost over!"
"Oh, God!" Tweek said, playing with his empty coffee cup. "I don't know if I want Cartman back! It was –ngh- so peaceful before!"
Kenny frowned at the twitching teen. "But it's Cartman! We need him back! It wouldn't be right if he was gone."
"Yeah, I miss the fat fuck to be honest," Craig said.
Stan ignored them and continued pacing. It wasn't Cartman he was worried about at all, it was Kyle.
"You son of a bitch! You knew I would want to eat all my chocolate guns when I remembered everything again and you ate like, half of them?"
The guys all looked towards the cafeteria doorway, when Cartman and Kyle were returning.
"You told me you didn't want them!" Kyle protested.
"You owe me six chocolate guns, you cheap Jew!"
"I'm not cheap asshole!"
"Woah woah woah!" Stan said, throwing his hands into the air. "Cartman?! You're back?"
Cartman raised an eyebrow. "Yes I'm back, pansy. I was only gone for like, ten minutes."
Kenny's face lit up and he smiled as widely as he could. "CARTMAN!" he yelled, tackling the large teen in a hug.
Cartman furrowed his brow and tried to pry Kenny off. "Gawd, Kenny! Get the hell off me!"
Kyle gave a half hearted smile at his two friends and turned his attention to Stan, who was staring back, frowning.
Kyle lowered his head and walked over. "Stan, I'm really sorry for how I've acted the last few days," he apologized.
Stan sighed and put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Dude, don't even worry about it," he said, smiling. "Are we still super best friends?"
Kyle smiled. "Of course."
"Oh, get a room you faggots!" Cartman said. "Where the hell is Damien, Ken? I need to teach him how a man throws a rock."
Kenny continued smiling. "Over here, fatass," he said, guiding him away from the table.
Cartman started to follow, but then stopped and looked back at the table, where Kyle and Stan had sat down once again.
Kyle raised his eyebrows. "What is it, Cartman?"
Cartman had a disgusted look on his face. "I must have been really out of it," he said, staring at Butters as he bopped to music on his iPod, oblivious to everything. "I thought that Butters was pretty."
A/N: Sorry if this chapter seemed kinda rushed... or weird... XD but I was sleep deprived when I wrote it. As I am now.
anyways I hope that everyone who read enjoyed the story :3
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