The remaining time of the party was spent with Liane sitting on Roger's lap as she joyously watched Clyde, Kenny, and Cartman make stupid jokes and laugh. The party was cut short when Kenny said he and Cartman were gonna go see the Lakers, he gave Clyde a wink, Roger a firm handshake, and Liane a soft peck on the cheek.
The game was long and boring, and Cartman was ready to end the day with him crawling inside his bed and watching Netflix while munching on cheesy poofs. But Kenny was too into the game, and he wasn't about to let Cartman leave so early after spending $30 on the tickets. So they sat there, Kenny cheering and Cartman looking down at his phone or just looking at the audiences.
When it was finally over and they both climbed into Kenny's car(cause Kenny had picked up Cartman before he could inform him they'd meet up) it wouldn't start.
"Kinny," Cartman voice trailed with anger, "Why the fuck isn't it moving?"
Kenny was biting his bottom lip, "I...don't know." He mumbled as he repeatedly twisted his key, hearing the engine resurrect and die at the same minute.
He took a quick glance at the fuel detector on the car, he nearly screamed the roof off when it had pointed to Empty, "KINNY, WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Kenny flinched at the sound of his raised voice, "Dude..." He looked at Cartman, "Guess we'll be walking."
The brunette stared at him in disbelief, "Walking?"
"C'mon, Cartman, you need the exercise anyways."
He glared at him as Kenny chuckled, "Fuck you, white trash."
"Dude, I'm sorry, I guess I forgot to refill." He opened the car door and got out, "Want me to open the door for you, your majesty?" He asked with a playful smirk.
Cartman shook his head, "Fuck you," he grumbled as he got out the car and slammed the car door close.
Kenny raced up next to Cartman, "Dude, don't worry, I know the place back home."
"Home?" They began walking now, Cartman with his hands shoved in his pockets and Kenny's with his swinging to the wind. "Who's place are we going to?"
"I mean, I got a shit ton of lube at my place." He winked at Cartman who rolled his eyes.
"But you never use it on Craig."
Kenny shrugged, "I don't know, he just seems like the type to not like sex."
"Like those whiny stupid virgins who go around saying they hate sex and shit?"
Kenny stifled a giggle, "You mean asexuals?"
"There's a name for it now!?"
"Apparently." He scratched his neck with his index finger, "The game was fucking awesome, man."
"Dude, the Denver Nuggets suck ass."
"Then why'd you go?"
"Cause I knew your ass was going to start bitching." He grumbled, he focused on his surroundings, They were under a tunnel, merely a few miles away from Kenny's house. He didn't question why Kenny took this path, maybe it was a shortcut. He lived in a decent home, it wasn't as good as Cartman's place, but somewhat close. Kenny didn't go to college, he didn't want to be faced with the struggles of paying off his student debts until he died. So he scrapped up enough money to buy his own bar. Of course, it wasn't very popular but it did fairly well. Every Sunday the boys would just come in and have drinks and just talk. Kenny was always working, because unlike him, Craig went to school. So he was paying half of Craig's student loans by his bar.
Craig had a childhood friend, Jimmy, who was handicap. Because of Jimmy, Craig sparked an interest for people with physical disabilities, so he was studying to be a physical therapist. He was going to grad school in a few weeks, somewhere near the same time as Cartman. He hasn't really heard much from Craig, the last time they saw each other they were at Kenny's bar, and he managed to get drunk and start dancing with his ex boyfriend, Tweek. The boys eyes nearly popped out of their skulls that day as they stared at Kenny, expecting him to pull Tweek off of Craig. But instead Kenny wiped a cup with a washcloth and chuckled as he shook his head. No one would've ever thought twice that the two polar opposite boys were married, they'd be surprised just to find out they knew each other. But that didn't bother Kenny, come to think of it, nothing bothered Kenny. He was always happy and rarely ever got mad. It was weird that he was so optimistic, because he wasn't gullible like Butters, just...really chill. Cartman couldn't decided whether that was a bad thing or good thing.
"You do that a lot." Kenny commented breaking Cartman's trance as his eyes shifting between Cartman and his shirt.
"Do what?"
"That thing you do, when you're in such deep thought."
"Oh, daydreaming?"
"Yea,"Kenny nodded, "It's a habit for you."
Cartman shrugged, "Keeps me entertained."
Kenny rolled his eyes, "It leaves me-" Before Kenny could finish his sentence, there was a shattering sound as he fell swung his hips a few times before falling face first to the ground.
Cartman stared at the back of Kenny's bleeding head and the glass scattered on his scalp. His heart raced as he slowly turned around to see who had caused this disaster. But before he could fully turn around, his chest was slammed into the ground, he could feel the small shard of glass poking his chest as he struggled to breathe as a heavy weight laid on his back. "What the fuck?" He choked out.
"Hello, Eric."
Cartman's blood ran cold as the greeting was whispered in his ear. He knew who owned the voice, and he bit his bottom lip as he barked out the name, "Scott."
"Aww, after all these years you still recognize my voice?" He grabbed a fistful of Cartman's hair and pushed it deeper into the ground, "That's so sweet." His other hand grabbed a hold of Cartman's wrist as his knees dug deep into the back of Cartman's thighs.
"Get the fuck off me you ginger piece of shit."
"I don't like your attitude, fat boy." He released his grip on his wrists and pulled out handcuffs and handcuffed Cartman's wrist together.
Cartman squirmed uncomfortably under his body weight, "Let me go before I fucking beat the shit out of you."
Scott laughed hysterically, "Do you really think you're in control anymore?"
Cartman heard a switch and felt a cold sharp metal training down his neck. He shivered at the foreign feeling, "The fuck do you want?"
"I want to give you a taste of your own medicine." He kneeled closer to Cartman until his chest was aligned to his back, and his hips were on Cartman's ass, "Do you remember the horrible shit you did to them?"
Cartman stayed silent as he turned his head to look at Kenny, who was full out unconscious and he hoped the dumb blonde would hurry up and wake up. He felt the cold metal poke his back, digging deep until the warm droplets of blood spilled out. "Answer me, goddamn it!"
Cartman clenched his teeth, "I didn't do shit to them."
Scott grabbed a hold of his brown locks and pushed him deeper to the ground, "You really wanna play the innocent card now?"
He was sure he was going to get a bruise, "I didn't force them to get in a goddamn death battle, I just wanted to know who my goddamn traitor dad was." Big fucking mistake too.
"Bullshit," he breathed out, "If that was the case, you would've never went up to him."
"I wanted to fucking talk, that's it!"
Scott hummed, he didn't believe him. He moved the knife down to his chubby brother's forearm and pressed it against the skin and started penetrating the flesh.
"Stop!" He yelled, he felt the tears burning his eyes.
Scott chuckled, "You still think you're in control, fat boy?"
"The fuck are you planning to do?"
"I'm going to hurt you until you're just begging me to end your miserable, worthless life." He placed his hand on Cartman's scalp and squeezed, letting his sharp fingernails dig deep in enough to create a series of scabs. He leaned in close to his ear, letting his breath tickle Cartman's ear, "And only then will I be generous enough to actually put you out of your fucking misery."