Eric Cartman or rather the Coon was having a blast. Everything was just going the way he wanted. He didn't even have to do that much to make things work. Who would have thought that being at the right place at the right time was going to give him some serious leverage over one of their villains? A villain who was working for him now again.
He couldn't contain that smug grin that spread across his face. This was way better than he thought. Buttlord was his tool again, just like she was in the very beginning. All he needed now was to start on phase two of his plans. He needed to shatter the Freedom Pals, make them realize their mistake to the point where they would come back crawling to him begging to be part of Coon and Friends again. This was getting way better than Civil War 1 and 2.
He giggled, covering his mouth with one claw, imaging how he would let everyone but Buttlord and Human Kite join his franchise again. This was getting better and better. But the best part was that he was going to make Buttlord pay for tricking them. Right now he was playing it off as her working for him but that was all just little steps in his grant scheme.
After all he knew it was her fault that he got grounded before. Technically he still was but that didn't matter right now. He would pay her back for that tenfold. After all no one messed with him and got away free.
Taking out a new white board he started to draw out another phase of his grant master plan. This one involved using Buttlord to get Chaos out of the way. It was one of the ways he was going to make Buttlord beg for rejoining him in the end. He had noticed the growing friendship between her and Chaos. He just needed to convince Chaos to follow his lead once again. He managed that a few times before, Butters was after all an easy target to manipulate. And Coon was sure that he could do it a few more times, the right words here, a few little lies there, was all he would need. It was just a matter of distrust to spread till the two villains would go against each other.
A crude image of Buttlord and Chaos going different ways was drawn on the board followed by Buttlord begging for him to let her join again. Yes, he just needed to play his cards right and with his current control over the girl he had cemented the first steps. She was going to end up isolated and alone, just the way she deserves it after her betrayal. Not even the girls would want her around then.
The day where he, the Coon, comes out as the greatest hero among them all was getting closer and closer. Really getting what he deserves and at the same time getting to break that traitor girl's proud spirit was awesome. The sixth graders did more than he had asked for, maybe he should reward them better.
Either way the Coon crossed his arms and nodded in approval of his now finished drawn out plan. A smirk plastered on his face as he stored it away in a secret hideout of his base and went towards his communication terminal. His hands ghosted over the drawn keyboard, for now he was going to build up that false trust to Buttlord again, making her aware that despite working for him, she could still count on his help.
Buttlord frowned. The smell of burned plastic invaded her nose and she tried hard not to scrunch up her nose at that. Slowly her eyes traveled over to the boy standing next to her with crossed arms and looking away from her. A lither was clutched in one of his hands.
His shirt was slightly scorched and so was her jacket tho the blackness of the fabric didn't make it notable. The smell of burned polyester did.
She raised an eyebrow and kept staring at him.
He stayed quit, still looking away.
The smell of burning plastic slowly got stronger.
Buttlord fished out her phone and started typing.
A moment later she tapped his shoulder showing him the display of her phone. He looked at it only from the corner of his eyes.
-Didn't you say you weren't a pyromaniac?-
"I am not." Trent Boyett grumbled irritated, both children looked back at the burning pile of plastic tubes and failed firework bombs.
-Really?- Skepticism was written all over her usually blank face.
The tips of the blond boys ears turned slightly red and he glared heatedly at her.
"You wanted to fucking test this construction. Don't act like this isn't your fucking fault either!"
Buttlord shrugged and glanced back at their failed attempt of setting the place up. She wondered for a moment how much money she would need to replace the lost fireworks. Her hand dug through her pack until she found another roll of duct tape. She eyed the left over pipes and tubes, contemplating for a moment if they would need to find more to set the place up.
"Why are we even setting this place up like this?" She heard Trent's voice and turned around. He had plopped down on the ground and was now tacking apart a few of the fireworks they hadn't set on fire or exploded yet. "Shouldn't we like go after the kid that pissed you off? I am itching to get my hands on those assholes that pissed me off."
Buttlord blinked. Going after the Coon right now? It did sound tempting. But with the way she had learned the boy ticked, she was going to have to be prepared. That's why she wanted to set this place up. She needed to be prepared. Also with the way their games worked, she wanted to have final battle to be epic.
Taking one of the tubes in her hands she taped it to another pipe absentminded. The smell of burned plastic still lingered in the air. For a moment Buttlord wondered if she should have taken one of these air refreshers from her mom with her. Do these things even work with the smell of burned plastic? Or would they just make the fire worse. Like with hairspray cans? Oh, that would be a nice idea for an attack... maybe?
While the brunettes mind wandered off in thoughts, Trent grumbled in annoyance as he didn't get an answer. The girl had nodded when he asked if he would get his revenge but the way they were going was way to slow for him. He had first thought that he could use the fireworks. After all it was kind of fire they blamed on him that got him arrested. Using something akin to fire was just a natural retaliation.
Extracting the black gun powder from another fireworks body he filled it up in a plastic bottle. He thought about their first prototype and grimaced at how spectacular that failed. The fire had gone out already but the smell still lingered. It made him question slightly the first ideas of revenge he had gotten when they started working on this.
Looking over to the distracted girl he narrowed his eyes in amusement. "Is that intentional?"
His question had snapped the girl out of whatever she had been thinking only to find her staring blankly at her hands now. He watched her blink a few times before turning to look at him, her face not betraying the emotionless look.
The two children just stared at each other for a moment. Buttlord turned away first her eyes back on her hands as she tucked on them and made it slightly worse. Her hands stilled instantly as she noticed the sound of fabric getting ripped, her eyes glared at the offending stripes of duct tape. How did she even manage to tape herself onto the pipes in such a mess without even realizing?
"Aren't you supposed to be good in crafting?" Tents questioned as he laughed at the girl's glare before he moved to help her out of that sticky situation without ripping up the sleeves of her jacket. For some reasons the ripped fabric made her even more panicked.
Revenge might be his top priority but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy being a child for a change.
Professor Chaos stared down at the heroes before him. His eyes stayed on the one that was down a huge blood splatter was on the front of his shirt and blood also still tickled out of his broken nose. His resolve was slightly shaken at seeing that wound they had inflicted. Looking over his minions he could see that some of them felt remorseful about that. His right hand General Disarray though didn't look the slightest bit sorry about this.
'They deserve worse for what they did to Buttlord.'
It was an unspoken thought that Disarray had conveyed to him whenever their eyes met. He couldn't help but shake his head at that. They might deserve worse but he wouldn't step as low as they had.
By now the heroes had turned against each other. He hadn't planned for that. But he wasn't going to stop them either. By now they had stopped using their hero personas when addressing each other. Clyde and Craig were arguing with Stan and Kyle about the times they had hired sixth graders to defend them or do things they weren't brave enough to do.
Chaos clenched his fists tighter at that. This argument just proved their guilt. They were the once that hurt Buttlord. Well not directly but indirectly. He didn't even want to image how she would feel knowing that the friends she trusted sent sixth graders after her. Partly he thought that the girl might shrug it off with a forced smile to ease his worries and partly he thought that just maybe she would come up with a plan for revenge like he did. He was sure enough that their friendship was to the point that she would do the same for him.
"THATS ENOUGH!" He raised his voice directing the attention of the arguing children as well as his minions and general at him again. He paused for a moment, to steel his nervous that were going haywire. "This arguing just proofs how cable you guys are of stepping this low. There is no point in trying to push the blame on someone else!"
Human Kite and Toolshed looked at him like he had gone insane, Super Craig's expression he couldn't really categorize and Tupperware was glaring openly. Probably thinking about how he shouldn't throw them all into one pot. He caught a glimpse of Mysterion's narrowed and calculating eyes but ignored it as he revealed the familiar control of his fathers drone, that was supposed to be locked away in the attic. Oh he was going to get grounded for that but it would be worth it this time.
Like practiced every minion took position again, readying their aim and fingers on the trigger. General Disarray was rubbing his hands in anticipation as motioned for a couple of unarmed minions to actually bring out the net filled with footballs.
Just as he was actually take control of the drone to start the grant final... the phone on the controller shut down and a static noise echoed in the building. Confused the Chaos blinked at the device, only to see that the drone less gracefully than it should dropped out of their hiding place and crashed into the ground. A flinch cursed through his body, oh that was earning him a couple of months of being grounded.
"Chaos stop this ridiculousness." A female voice resounded from around them.
"Call Girl!" Toolshed shouted, they all were falling back into the hero personas automatically. The heroes looked around for their fellow friend but she did not make an appearance yet.
There was again that static noise. It sizzled for a moment before her voice echoed again. "I have hacked the speakers of this place! Professor Chaos your directing your anger at the wrong franchise!"
"Yeah right!" General Disarray huffed. "We have enough intel to proof it was you guys."
"Shut the fuck up squirt!" Human Kite snapped. "We told you guys often enough that it wasn't us!"
"Yea right..." Super Craig muttered eying his friends, the argument was still not off the table. A frustrated groan escaped Human Kite and Toolshed sighed in irritation.
Professor Chaos on the other hand was getting nervous. Call Girl was going to ruin everything at this rate. He was so close at getting payback. Then again they probably wouldn't need the drone for that. Silently he gave his confused minions a signal to get ready again while the Freedom Pals were distracted.
It was then that a thud resounded from behind the Super villain and he turned around in a swift movement while aiming his modified toy gun. Call Girl stood before him her hand raised as a sign of peace, one holding a phone in her hand.
"Listen Chaos. It really wasn't the Freedom Pals that did it." Her voice was calm trying to smooth him but he couldn't let his guard down. This could be just another trick. "Look at this post. This is all a scheme by the Coon."
Distinctly he heard Human Kite mutter something about that he should have known this was the fatasses fault.
"Don't believe her Professor! That's just another trick!" Disarray shouted his voice irritated but the murmur that went through the Chaos Minions doubting his words felt deafening.
Professor Chaos mind was racing with distrustful yet hopeful thoughts. Maybe their friends didn't stop this low after all. But what if Call Girl was just lying to save them? But it was more believable that Coon was asshole to give Buttlord shit than the others. Yet he wasn't part of a franchise anymore. Coon and friends had disbanded. Confused Chaos tried to make up his mind as he recalled Buttlord's recent behavior. His eyes narrowed as he steadied his aim.
"That's bullshit!"
Before he could really react a selfiestick made contact with one side of his head as another hit the nerf gun out of his hands. Disoriented he registered Call Girl saying sorry and that he didn't leave her any other choice as the lights went out and true chaos erupted.
Call Girl and the Freedom Pals had tricked him after all.
I am so so so sorry for taking so long. I gravely underestimated a lot of factors while writing. One was my lag of access to the internet. Another was... well my loss of inspiration. I still want to finish this story, its the first one I am actually getting brave enough to let other people read but I am lacking a lot of motivation to write and ideas to write to. I still have a clear outline to were I want this to go tho.
But yea this all probably sounds like a bad excuse to you guys and I am sorry for that. I will try to make it better but please bear with with me and the next few chapters if they aren't as good as usually, it will probalbly take a little more time before I get my spirit back.
Also DevilDragon8? Thank you for your advice I will keep it in mind from now on. Hope it will help making this better again.
Still Thank you all for still reading this story and for all the reviews, favorits and follows! I hope you all still enjoyed the chapter at least a little.