A/N: Sorry this is shorter than most chapters, the next one will be longer.
The room full of children began talking as soon as Cartman* closed the doors. They mostly talked with people they knew, but a few people talked to the kids from the future, but no one talked to their children.
"Cartman, how long do you think it will take to get us back?" Kenny asked from the bed next to the rotund boy.
"I don't fucking know, Kinny!"
"Well hurry up. I don't wanna learn more shit about me, you or anyone else!"
Cartman and Kyle were on the beds next to each other, but were facing away from each other and refusing to look at each other. This was the same with all of the boys who had just found out that they got married when they were older.
Two hours later, almost the entire room had fallen asleep. The only two people who hadn't fallen asleep yet were Cartman and Lola. Cartman was looking through his backpack, grunting quietly to himself as not to wake anybody. Lola sat up when she heard the grunting and raised her eyebrow. She looked over to Cartman and climbed out of her bed.
"Where is it?" Cartman grumbled, begging to sweat and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Err… daddy?" Lola asked, causing Cartman to stiffen and turn around.
Cartman poked his chest, "Me?"
"Yea. What are you doing?" Lola asked, raising an eyebrow.
"D-did you just call me daddy?" Cartman asked.
"Yea." Lola replied and then elaborated, "I thought it would be weird to call you 'Eric' because I know you are my dad. And calling you 'Cartman' is just weird because that's my last name!"
Cartman nodded, "Oh, okay." The pair then stood there for about a minute, awkwardly looking at each other.
"So, err… what are you doing?" Lola repeated, looking at him.
Cartman looked down and said: "Nothing, it doesn't matter."
Lola raised her eyebrow, "What is it?"
Cartman growled, "Fine! I can't find my fucking stuffed frog!" Cartman shout–whispered.
"Err… is the frog called 'Clyde Frog' by any chance?" Lola asked.
"Y-yea… how did you know about that?" Cartman asked, momentarily forgetting Lola was his daughter.
"Err… well you gave me him when I was younger." Lola walked back to her bed and picked Clyde Frog up. She walked back to Cartman and handed him the frog. "Here you go." Lola smiled.
Cartman took the frog and hugged it, smiling.
The pair then continued standing in silence, looking at each other. "Thanks, Lola. I guess I'll talk to you later."
"Yea." Lola replied and then walked over to and got in her bed opposite Cartman's. Lola then whispered loud enough so that only Cartman could hear: "Goodnight, Daddy."
Cartman smiled at the frog and whispered back: "Goodnight, Lola."
Cartman* and Kyle* were sitting in bed together, Cartman's* head on Kyle's* shoulder and his hand on Kyle's* chest.
While Cartman* was snoring on his chest, Kyle* was thinking about the current situation.
'What the fuck is going on right now? I remember when Cartman created that time machine a few months before his mom died in the fourth grade. That only sent us twenty minutes into the future though.' Kyle sighed, deciding he might as well check on the kids.
He moved Cartman* off of him, got out of bed, slipped on his slippers and dressing gown and walked towards the room the kids were sleeping in. Kyle* picked up his torch and turned it on as he creaked the door open and peered in.
Kyle* walked down the room, looking from bed to bed until he came to Cartman sleeping and cuddling Clyde Frog while smiling. Kyle* smiled at the small, round boy. He then turned around to face Lola and saw that she didn't have her Clyde Frog. Kyle smiled and leant down to kiss Lola on the head. "I love you, honey." He whispered.
Lola rolled slightly and smiled at Kyle while still asleep.
Kyle* then walked back to his room and got back in bed.
"This is quite a strange situation, isn't it?" Wendy* asked Stan* as she looked at him.
"Yea, it's pretty fucked up." Stan* replied, running his fingers through his hair.
Wendy* then asked: "How do you think Jack and Annie'll react?"
"What when they see little uses?" Stan asked.
"No, Stan, at how they were taken out of school earlier." Wendy said sarcastically.
"I don't know, Wendy." Stan replied and then continued: "But I don't think they'll be fine but… ah, hell, I don't know, even we didn't have anything like this happen to us!"
"Yea, that's true. Cartman better fix this quickly before something stupid happens."
Stan sighed, turning the bed side lamp off and saying: "Goodnight, Honey."
Wendy laid down, "Goodnight."
"Stop twitching, Tweek!" Craig said, holding his husband.
"AH! But what if t-there i-is a rip in the… ah! …space time c-continuum?"
"There won't be, Tweek. It'll be okay!" Craig rubbed Tweek's back and kissed him on his lips.
Tweek stopped twitching for a second to kiss his husband. Craig leaned back, "Tweek, you don't need to worry. It'll be okay."
Tweek sighs and moves off of Craig's lap.
"Goodnight, Tweek." Craig said, rubbing Tweek's leg.
"G-goodnight, Craig." Tweek replied. The pair then laid down and went asleep. "…AH…"
Cartman and Butters got up at the same usual time (five thirty) and met each other in the kitchen.
"Hi, Butters, how'd you sleep?" Cartman* asked as he washed his hands.
Butters* smiled, "Fine. You?"
"Good. What are we making the orphans for breakfast?" Cartman* asked as he opened the fridge.
"Err…" Butters* looked at the wall calendar. "Today is bacon and eggs."
Cartman* sighed, "You do the bacon, I do the eggs."
"Sure."
Cartman* smiled and threw the packet of bacon and it startled Butters, causing him to almost drop it. Cartman* laughed and cracked a few egg into the frying pan, whistling. Butters* sighed and laid the bacon down on the grill. While the eggs sizzled, Cartman* got out a long row of about one hundred plates. He then went down the line, squeezing ketchup onto each of the plates.
Once the eggs were done, Cartman* placed them on the plates and cracked some more.
"When does Kyle go to work?" Butters* asked as he turned over the bacon.
Cartman* looked at his phone–watch, "Ten minutes."
"Ah." Butters* said.
"What about Kenny?" Cartman* asked.
"Six o'clock." Butters replied.
Later, after everyone who had work had left and the orphans were being tutored by their respective group tutors, Cartman* and Butters* walked into one of the three large living rooms. Cartman* walked over to the fire and lit it with a match, he then sat down onto the large black chair. Butters* sat on the chair next to Cartman's* and ran his fingers through his hair.
"So," Cartman* began and crossed his legs on the chair, "Kiddies, today we are going into more depth for questions, who's first?"
A/N 2: Next chapter will be full of flashbacks.
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