A/N: All of the adult children will have the * sign next to their names, that is only for the children which go into the future though. So if Ike appears in this he will be labelled as Ike, instead of Ike*. I'd just thought I'd tell you that. In this chapter that is only one, but there will be more after. Also, their names wont have the * sign if it is in speech.
After five minutes of standing in awkward silence, with Mr. Garrison trying to make his pornography work, Stan spoke up, "Cartman, send us back now!"
"Wait, why do we want to go back? At least right now!" Craig retorted.
"Yea!" Wendy agreed, "We could learn twenty years' worth of knowledge!"
"Maybe, or we could go back to twenty fifteen!" Kyle suggested.
"Well, it's busted!" Cartman announced.
"Huh?" Clyde asked, confused.
"The time machine's broken!" Cartman informed his peers.
This statement caused said peers to all simultaneously scream, "What!"
"The thing won't work! So that means we are staying here! I'm being completely seriously!"
"So what should we do?" Heidi questioned.
"I say we should go to school!"
"Boo Windy! Boo Windy Testaburger, boo!"
"Why do we want to go to school?"
"Because we are all fourth grade children, on a school day, don't you think that will arouse…" A few of the boys giggled when she said 'arouse'. "Oh grow up! …suspicion? And we could ask whatever teacher we get about the last twenty years' worth of events."
"Fine!" Kyle screamed. The group headed towards the old Elementary school, not noticing that Mr. Garrison had left them.
When they reached their location they noticed a large green fence around the school. A fat, brown haired and greying man was sat in a glass booth, appearing to be bored. The children approached the previously mentioned man, capturing his attention.
"What do you want?" He quizzed, raising a single brown eyebrow.
"We… err… we…" Kyle began looking rather nervous.
"We're exchanged students!" Stan interjected.
"Where from?"
"Hawaii!" Butters screamed.
"Yea…" Stan said slowly. "We are orphans, and we were transferred here after the orphanage became full and they thought we would be better off in a small little mountain town." He explained, glaring at Butters.
'This can't work!' they all thought.
"Okay, how old are you?" The man asked, typing into a computer.
"Ten, fourth grade!" Cartman explained, looking arrogant from the realisation he was a genius.
"Okay I've informed the principal and he said to let you in. Go down the corridor to room eighteen. The teachers name is Ms Gueermo."
"Thank you." Wendy smiled politely, flipping her black hair back.
"Suck up bitch." Cartman muttered in a barely audible tone.
Once the students reached 'their' class they realised it was their class. Their one from back in twenty fifteen. Craig, who was at the front of the group, knocked on the door and sighed. A blond woman opened it and smiled politely, showing off her perfectly straight white teeth.
"Ah yes! You must be the transfer students from Hawaii!" She squealed brightly. "Come in! Come in!" Slowly, the twenty fifteen students done as was asked and entered the far too familiar room. "Okay class, these are the exchange students I was telling you about!" She turned to the previously mentioned time travellers, "Could you tell us your names, please?"
The children shared quick glances before Cartman began, "Mitch Conor."
"Terrance." Stan stated.
"Phillip." Kyle said.
"Jelly!" Butters screamed hastily.
"Craig." Craig said.
"Justin." Clyde.
"Barack." Token.
"Samantha." Wendy.
"Babe." Bebe.
"Rebeca." Nichole.
"Ack, MC Hammer!" Tweek.
It continued like that down the list of students until Timmy finished it off, stating that his name was, "Timmah!"
"Ooh, such lovely and exoticknames!" The teacher said, a smile on her face so wide you could see the skin beginning to split. The boys rolled their eyes while the girls, and Butters, thanked Ms Gueermo. "Sooo, is there anything you students would like to know?"
"Yes, yes there is!" Wendy stated, "Could you, maybe fill us in with the world history over the last like… twenty years."
"Like, inventions!" Clyde added.
"Okay class, any answers?" A girl with long black hair down to the bottom of her back raised her hand. She had two light brown streaks going through her hair. One of her eyes was brown while the other was a light blue colour. "Yes, Lola?"
"The mind reset machine!" The girl, Lola, said hastily.
"Yes! That's right." She squealed, hyperactively. A blonde girl, whose hair was tied up into two little ponytails, elevated her hand. "Kelly?"
"T-the trans-d-dimensional t-tele-porter, oh gee." The girl squealed in a high pitched voice.
"That's right! Anyone else?" A twitching, black haired boy slowly raised her hand. "Henry?"
"Ack! T-t-t-the baby machine! Ack! S-sorry i-if I'm wrong! Ack!"
"N-no… that's right." She turned to the 'Hawaiian' children, "It's funny, most major inventions over the last… ten years, have been by the same man."
"Who?" The twenty fifteen children said in unison.
"He is actually the father of one of our students! He is also coming in later to give a demonstration of something. Anyway, you've introduced yourselves, let us do the same. Starting with… Lola!"
The girl with black hair, with strange brown and red streaks, stood up, "Lola Cartman." The twenty fifteen children's eyes widened and they turned to look at Cartman, who just stood there, speechless.
Cartman regained his composer and asked that they continue.
Quite a few names stuck out to the children from the past. Names such as Kelly McCormick, Jack and Annie Marsh, Cameron Broflovski and Zack Donovan.
Once out of the building the 'Hawaiian' girls went with the other girls and both sets of boys went their separate ways.
The girls stayed a little bit behind their future kids. "Who do you think I married?" Bebe asked.
"I dunno, but I hope I married Stan!" Wendy responded.
Red sighed, "I wonder which one of us got stuck with Cartman."
Wendy chuckled, "How do you know it was a girl?"
"What, do you think he's gay?" Heidi asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"Yea, but we should catch up to those girls." The girls from the past all ran to catch up with their female kids. The girls all sat around a bench.
"So," Wendy began, as usual, wanting more knowledge. "Who was that inventor, and who's their kid?"
Anne Marsh, a black haired girl, was the one to speak. "There's two of them. They're like in a gay marriage, or some'in. The actual inventor's called Eric Cartman, I think." Wendy smiled the same smile that Cartman usually had.
Kelly 'Bubbles' McCormick pointed over to the other side of the playground, where Lola Cartman was trying to read but Oliver Turner, Henry Tucker and Lucifer Thorn were chucking her book about in a circle. She didn't look angry, she just looked bored. "That's their daughter."
"Yea," Elizabeth Thorn, or Liz to her friends, added. "She's a fuckin' freak! She was experiment as well!"
Anne giggled, "She gets so pissed off when we call her that!"
Wendy didn't care about any of that, all she wanted to know was who Cartman was married to. "So, you know that Eric Cartman guy, what's his husband's name?"
"I think it's Kyle Broflovski, yea, that's it." Leanne Mellman said.
All the girls' eyes widened in disbelief that Eric Cartman and Kyle Broflovski were married.
Wendy was the first to be able to speak again, "Err… we're gonna go to our friends." They all then all hurried away.
Once the girls reached the boys they found that, yet again, Kyle and Cartman were engaged in a heated argument. Apparently, from what the girls understood, Kyle had said something about Cartman being stupid and Eric had begun renting about how he can't be stupid.
"…and another thing if I were as stupid as you say that I am then how would I be able to build a time machine? Huh?"
"Oh god, Cartman, shut up!" Stan screamed.
"Oh, that's fahn!" Cartman screamed "That's just FAHN" Just as Cartman was finishing his shouting the bell signalling the start of class sounded. The kids got into their classroom and almost immediately the teacher's high–pithed and cheery voice sounded.
"Today we have a special guest! Later, we have Mr. Eric Cart…" The door burst open revealing a gas–masked figure holding a shot–gun. The eyes of the gas–mask were a glowing red colour. The man's shirt was cut unevenly to the bottom of his chest, exposing his close–to–anorexic looking lower half.
"EVERYONE, BACK OF THE CLASS! NOW!" The man screamed in a deep, barely audible, muffled voice. He turned to Ms Gueermo, "ON THE DESK, BITCH!" A few high pitched screams could be heard when the intruder fired his gun into the crowd of children. Surprisingly, none of the children were killed. A low stifled laugh was heard coming from beneath the gas–mask. The man took of his mask revealing his messy brown hair. His left eye was still red. "Oh, god, you should've seen your faces!"
"Dad!" Lola screamed.
Cartman's eyes widened at what the girl had said. Eying the brunette he muttered, "D-dad?"
"Mr. Cartman, that is highly inappropriate!" Mrs Gueermo stated sternly. At the name Cartman all the twenty fifteen children's mouths dropped open.
"Fahn!" Cartman* said rolling his eyes.
"YOU'RE CARTMAN?!" All of the twenty fifteen children (baring Cartman, who was amazed at how thin he was) screamed.
Cartman* turned round and the colour immediately drained from his face when he saw the young versions of his friends staring at him. He then squeakily muttered "May I step out for one second please?" Once the classroom door closed all the students could hear was an ear–piercingly loud scream.
"God, Experiment, your dad is so fucking weird!" Zachary Donovan said mockingly.
Lola got a bit angry, but composed herself. "I know." She sighed. The door reopened and Cartman* walked in shakily combing his brown hair with his right hand.
After standing back at the front of the classroom Cartman* began to speak again, "Does anyone else see the kids at the back of the class? You know, like, the fat one, or the one wearing an orange Parka? Anyone?"
"Yes dad, there Hawaiian exchange students!" Lola informed her shaking father while rolling her multi–coloured (one brown and one green) eyes.
"Yea, well… that's not exactly right…"
"What do you mean Mr. Cartman?" Past Cartman asked slowly.
"Stop the charade, fat me! Okay, fahn, kids, allow me to introduce to you your parents? At least some of them."
"What? Dad, do you need to see your psychiatrist again?" Lola asked her father.
"No! God damn it all I'd done was almost destroyed my lab! Why does everyone think that when I do something strange that I've lost my mind again? Just get up here and introduce your selves, using your real names! And, kids, if you hear any names that are the same as your parents go stand next to them. Oh, by the way, a few of you, including me, are gay!" The twenty fifteen kids walked towards the front of the class and each stated their name. "So, some of you are still sitting and that's because your parents weren't in the same class as these! Okay! Just so you know!" Cartman* turned to face Mrs Gueermo, "Mrs Gueermo, I need to take these…" he gestured to both the twenty fifteen kids and all their children who were stood next to them, "kids back to my house?"
"Of cause! This must be very strange for all of you!" She squealed.