The event that came to be known as the "Dye Incident" occurred early one Tuesday morning as Scott Tenorman was getting ready for school. While the rest of the household was still fast asleep, South Park's high school began an hour earlier than the elementary school. As a result, the teen woke up before Cartman and his mom and got in the shower. As the hot water hit him, he ran his hands through his hair quickly to make sure it was wet before he grabbed his shampoo bottle. Thoughtlessly, he squeezed a fair amount in his hands and rubbed it into his roots before running his fingers through the strands until his thick red hair was covered in suds.
"God it's so fucking early," the teen grumbled as he grabbed his razor and quickly shaved under his arms. When he starred below his waistline, he chuckled to himself, remembering how his stupid brother had bought pubes from him. I still can't believe my brother is smart enough to kill my parents and get away with it, but too much of a retard to know how pubes work. This thought was briefly interrupted when he felt a slight stinging sensation coming from his scalp which after a minute or two evolved into a burning pain. Scott quickly washed the suds off to alleviate the pain and felt much better though he was still confused about what he had just experienced. Unaware that anything was majorly wrong, he turned off the water and stepped out of the tub to dry off his hair in the steamy room before getting dressed and getting on the bus.
Scott was relieved when he finally got off the bus. Everyone had been giving him weird looks, ranging from shocked to confused, some kids sitting behind him whispered and even began snickering at him. The agitated boy made sure to put a stop to that when he turned around and gave them his most menacing glare and said, "if you gaywads have something to say, I suggest you say it now." The two freshmen shook their heads and were quiet after that. The redhead got enough shit from everyone gossiping about him being an orphan and having gone to a mental institution, he wasn't about to put up with people literally laughing behind his back! After stepping off the world's longest bus ride, the teen spotted his two partners in crime and walked over to them to greet them.
"Hey guys," Scott called to two other ninth graders reading Monster Truck magazines, one a brunette wearing a blue hat and the other a fellow ginger in a red hoodie. Recently, he had gotten back in touch with them after months of being institutionalized and held up in foster care. They were nervous about hanging out with him at first, but after a while, they were back to the way they were before the dreaded "Chili Con Carnival." When the teens heard their friend's call, they diverted their eyes up to their ring leader before lowering their magazines to reveal their shocked expressions.
"Uh, hey Scott. What's going on with you? How is life with the little piggy?" Tyler, the brunette, asked, deciding to refer to the conversation he and Scott had over the phone rather than address the elephant in the room.
"It's fine, I guess, although all those douchebags on the bus were staring at me," Scott said, raising his voice and pointing to the bus. After taking a deep breath like the doctors taught him at the mental hospitals, he decided to change the subject. "As for life with fatass and his mom, it's been fairly decent. To be honest, I'm actually surprised he hasn't tried anything on me. I guess the promise of money was enough to get the greedy bastard to behave," Scott deviously smiled. The duo stared at their comrade and then at each other before the other boy, Aaron, decided to state the obvious.
"Dude, have you seen your hair today?," Aaron asked, trying to tread lightly around the other teen. In response to this question, the ninth grader scrunched up his face and was about to ask what the hell he was talking about when he remembered all the stares he got on the bus and more importantly, the shampoo. Scott frantically reached into his pant's pocket and hurriedly turned on his phone.
"Come on, come on," Scott pleaded to whoever would listen, whether that be his friends, his dead parents, or God as he hit his phone's camera app and switched it to face him. When he appeared on the screen, his face contorted into horror, all his strength leaving his body. The teen's normally auburn hair, the same color as his father's, looked like it had gone through a D.I.Y. bleach session. Some sections of his hair were copper while others were closer to being dark blonde. The phone slipped out of Scott's hand and hit the ground while his friends stared at him with concern.
"Scott, are you okay?," was the last thing he heard before proceeding to lose his shit.
When Scott Tenorman got home, he angrily paced back and forth, thinking about all the ways he could kick his brother's ass. It was bad enough that everyone outside had witnessed him losing his mind, he could only imagine how they saw him, some crazy guy with bleached hair randomly screaming "I'm going to kill that fat son of a bitch" and "that motherfucker," he had proceeded to make himself look like a bigger idiot. After he had discovered the truth about his hair, he had begged Tyler to let him borrow his hat for the rest of the day. The hat had done nothing to conceal his embarrassing situation as it was too small to hide his thick curly hair, on top of it being a dyed mess. Every second that he sat in class with everyone staring at him, the more pissed off he grew, his anger even rivaling that of his brother's when he burned his money in front of him. When I see that fat fuck, I'm gonna choke the shit out of him. I'm gonna tie him up, hang him by a rope, and beat him like a bloated pinata and see what falls out. This kid must have balls of steel if he thinks he can fuck up my hair and embarass me and not expect me to do something. In the midst of his rage feast, Scott stopped for a moment and realized something. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't just kick his brother's ass or beat him up black and blue. That slut would just take his side and kick me out of the house, regardless of how much money I promise them. In his moment of clarity, he came to the conclusion that he had to be careful about what he could and could not do. After a minute or two, he sat down on the Cartmans' green couch and thought for the next hour about his plan of attack.
"Dude, I poured peroxide into his shampoo and now his hair is probably blonde! What a fucking dumbass! I mean, seriously, who talks shit about someone in their own house?," Eric maliciously laughed as he walked with his friends off the bus.
"Uh, you do fatass. Like, all the time," Kyle commented, rolling his eyes at his frennemy's petty, hypocritical nature.
"Ugh, whatever Kahl. Why do you have to be such a negative nancy all the time? Is it your time of the month?," the boy smugly retorted as the other two boys began to laugh.
"Whatever dude, I hope Scott kicks your ass once he sees you," Kyle angrily replied.
"Oh will you relax," Cartman sighed, "I'm just having a little bit of fun. Besides, as long as he is living with me, Tenorman can't touch me," the overweight boy tried to reassure his friends, including himself. While he knew that Scott wouldn't touch him if he wanted to keep living with him, he knew that he could get him back in other ways, his past actions have proven that true.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dude," Kyle commented as Cartman split from the group and walked towards his door.
"Hey Kyle, should we go in with him?," the dark haired boy wondered as he turned to him.
"Dude, I hate being in the same room with Cartman. Why would I want to be in one with him and his brother when shit hits the fan?," the young Jew replied.
"Hmph, good point."
