Eric Cartman Must Die
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Category:
+S through Z › South Park
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,087
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own South Park, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Disturbed
Eric Cartman Must Die, Act 3
A/N: Okay, this act is when it really starts to get disturbing. Anyone reading this who is a child, religious, or just has a very weak stomach... turn away now.
Warning: Language, violence (to animals), some horror movie type stuff in here.
DISCLAIMER: Do I really need to reiterate that these characters aren't mine?
[Cartman's house, night. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny have gone home, and Liane is out somewhere. The fatass is all alone, with just Kitty Kitty and his bag of Cheesy Poofs to keep him company. He's trying not to appear scared, but he's terrified.]
Cartman: [staring at Terrence & Phillip on TV] It's just a normal night... nothing to be afraid of...
[Kitty walks up and meows for some cheesy poofs. Cartman looks at her.]
Cartman: [forgeg hig his current situation] No, Kitty, this is MY bag of Cheesy Poofs! That's a very bad kitty!
Kitty: Meow.
Cartman: NO KITTY THAT'S A BAD GODDAMN KITTY!!!
[Kitty gives up and leaves the room, going into the kitchen.]
[Kitchen, less then 2 seconds later. Kitty strolls in, and notices the cat door hinged up by someone's hand and a smell of tuna drifting into the spacious room.]
Scott: [outside the cat door] Here, Kitty, Kitty.
[Kitty, very hungrily, steps outside the cat door. Scott grabs the cat up in his arms.]
Scott: [cooing] Who's a good little kitty?
[Living Room. Cartman is still watching T & P on the tube when the doorbell rings.]
Cartman: [pissed] Oh, god damn it!!
[He gets off the couch and goes to the door, opening it. There's no one outside however.]
Cartman: What the hell?!
[The kitchen door at the back of the house slams closed, and Cartman jumps. He's spooked, but puts on a brave front.]
Cartman: [acting angry] Ay, who the hell is in my fucking house?!
[No answer. Suddenly the lights go out. Cartman nearly screams in horror, barely holding it in. This is getting to him mentally. He crosses to the phone and tries to dial the police, but their line is busy.]
Cartman: Goddamnit!
[He hangs up the phone and walks slowly across the room, grabbing a lamp.]
Cartman: (No longer acting pissed) Get the hell out of my house right fucking now, goddamnit!!
[Cartman moves into the kitchen where, in the dark, we hear only a bone chilling sinister laugh as a shadow flees from the basement, across the kitchen, and out the kitchen door. Cartman gently sets the lamp down on the kitchen table and hastily locks the door behind him.]
Cartman: That's right! You stay out! [pants, trying to catch his breath.]
[The fatass, relieved that the nightmare is over, moves into the basement, going down the steps, and across the room until he reaches the fusebox. The lever is down. He flips the lever back up and the lights come back on. Cartman sighs in relief.]
Cartman: Whew! Now I can go back to Terrence and Phillip.
[Living Room. Cartman pulls himself (with much effort - LOL) onto his couch and picks up the remote to turn on the TV. Before he can do so, a scratching sounds emanates from the window.]
Cartman: Oh, goddamnit, what now? That'd better not be you, Kitty. [pauses] It'd better be.
[Cartman goes to the window where the scratching is coming from, and grabs the sill to open it. But, before he can do so, something small and gray flies through the window with such force that it knocks Cartman onto his fatass.]
Cartman: [wiping the glass off] What the he - [looks at the gray thing. It's Kitty's body, her skull completely caved in, the words CARTMAN carved into her dead flesh, probably written by a sharp blade.]
Cartman: Shit!
[That's enough for Cartman. He gets to his feet with surprisingly no trouble, and runs as fast as he can out the kitchen door, screaming bloody murder. Scott enters Cartman's house and watches Cartman sprint across the back yard to the house next door, a deranged blackness in his eyes.]
Scott: [Only grins evilly. It has begun.]
To Be Continued.
A/N: Okay, this act is when it really starts to get disturbing. Anyone reading this who is a child, religious, or just has a very weak stomach... turn away now.
Warning: Language, violence (to animals), some horror movie type stuff in here.
DISCLAIMER: Do I really need to reiterate that these characters aren't mine?
[Cartman's house, night. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny have gone home, and Liane is out somewhere. The fatass is all alone, with just Kitty Kitty and his bag of Cheesy Poofs to keep him company. He's trying not to appear scared, but he's terrified.]
Cartman: [staring at Terrence & Phillip on TV] It's just a normal night... nothing to be afraid of...
[Kitty walks up and meows for some cheesy poofs. Cartman looks at her.]
Cartman: [forgeg hig his current situation] No, Kitty, this is MY bag of Cheesy Poofs! That's a very bad kitty!
Kitty: Meow.
Cartman: NO KITTY THAT'S A BAD GODDAMN KITTY!!!
[Kitty gives up and leaves the room, going into the kitchen.]
[Kitchen, less then 2 seconds later. Kitty strolls in, and notices the cat door hinged up by someone's hand and a smell of tuna drifting into the spacious room.]
Scott: [outside the cat door] Here, Kitty, Kitty.
[Kitty, very hungrily, steps outside the cat door. Scott grabs the cat up in his arms.]
Scott: [cooing] Who's a good little kitty?
[Living Room. Cartman is still watching T & P on the tube when the doorbell rings.]
Cartman: [pissed] Oh, god damn it!!
[He gets off the couch and goes to the door, opening it. There's no one outside however.]
Cartman: What the hell?!
[The kitchen door at the back of the house slams closed, and Cartman jumps. He's spooked, but puts on a brave front.]
Cartman: [acting angry] Ay, who the hell is in my fucking house?!
[No answer. Suddenly the lights go out. Cartman nearly screams in horror, barely holding it in. This is getting to him mentally. He crosses to the phone and tries to dial the police, but their line is busy.]
Cartman: Goddamnit!
[He hangs up the phone and walks slowly across the room, grabbing a lamp.]
Cartman: (No longer acting pissed) Get the hell out of my house right fucking now, goddamnit!!
[Cartman moves into the kitchen where, in the dark, we hear only a bone chilling sinister laugh as a shadow flees from the basement, across the kitchen, and out the kitchen door. Cartman gently sets the lamp down on the kitchen table and hastily locks the door behind him.]
Cartman: That's right! You stay out! [pants, trying to catch his breath.]
[The fatass, relieved that the nightmare is over, moves into the basement, going down the steps, and across the room until he reaches the fusebox. The lever is down. He flips the lever back up and the lights come back on. Cartman sighs in relief.]
Cartman: Whew! Now I can go back to Terrence and Phillip.
[Living Room. Cartman pulls himself (with much effort - LOL) onto his couch and picks up the remote to turn on the TV. Before he can do so, a scratching sounds emanates from the window.]
Cartman: Oh, goddamnit, what now? That'd better not be you, Kitty. [pauses] It'd better be.
[Cartman goes to the window where the scratching is coming from, and grabs the sill to open it. But, before he can do so, something small and gray flies through the window with such force that it knocks Cartman onto his fatass.]
Cartman: [wiping the glass off] What the he - [looks at the gray thing. It's Kitty's body, her skull completely caved in, the words CARTMAN carved into her dead flesh, probably written by a sharp blade.]
Cartman: Shit!
[That's enough for Cartman. He gets to his feet with surprisingly no trouble, and runs as fast as he can out the kitchen door, screaming bloody murder. Scott enters Cartman's house and watches Cartman sprint across the back yard to the house next door, a deranged blackness in his eyes.]
Scott: [Only grins evilly. It has begun.]
To Be Continued.