A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]

Chapter Six; Practically Harassment

Mom was gone today, and dad was out. Morris woke up that morning and put on his extra long black coat that has that fancy fur hood lining and gloves, traveling down to the kitchen. Grabbing the weird-ass cake container they have from, like, olive garden or some shit, Morris cut a piece of cake for Cartman. The piece was the best in the whole cake too so this fatass better forgive a little stick throwing. Morris will call him a bitchass crybaby cunt if he doesn't.

Morris head out the door at 10am with his almost dead phone, trudging through the cold fucking snow that apparently fell last night. He makes it to the school sits infront of the chain link fence to the playground.

No teachers come to check on the kid sitting in front of the school and the school doesn't call the cops either. Morris was worried about the structure of the school's staff and the safety of the kids. Makes him a little angry for endangering stuck-up spoiled ass public school kids. With all their gross germs and shared toilets. Probably got ass herpes.

Doesn't fucking matter. What matters is how cOLD it fucking is. This cake is gonna be frozen by the time that fatass comes running out.

The kindergartners come out first, those kids have to be the tiniest he's ever seen. They're so cute wait. First graders and second graders must be bunched together because then third graders and then fourth graders come out. Fifth and sixth last babieee.

Cartman comes out with a look on his face. Snobbish maybe? He doesn't know. All Morris knows is that Cartman just looks like a fat, short penis. And that Stan. Kenny and greet hat are just standing a bit aways. Other kids look too, but they're not as important.

Morris takes down his hood when Cartman actually comes up to the fence, matching Cartman's dick-licking tone with a fucking hideous laugh. That makes Cartman frown.

"Good," Morris starts. "Fuck you, by the way. This cake is priceless because its only made once or twice a year."

"Fuck me?" Cartman was appalled and frankly, fired up. "No, no. Fuck you for impaling me with a fucking stick."

"No, fuck you. Because you were in the range of my shot."

"You shouldn't have been throwing goddamn sticks like we're in fucking Malaysia!"

Morris frowns by this point ; So Cartman did understand that this was an accident. Morris felt his frustrated sit at the front of his head; "Well, I don't know, if you weren't so fat maybe you wouldn't have gotten hit!"

Cartman put his arm over the fence, his fat, gross, oily fingers in Morris's face, "Just give me the goddamn cake, asshole. Isn't that your reason for being here?"

Morris clenched his teeth as he decked Cartman in the face from over the fence. It wasn't a tall fence, just tall enough to keep the kids in like cattle. And cattle they were, wide eyes staring over at the scene.

Cartman stumbled backwards from the impact, his nose and mouth gushing blood. The pain must've registered because he clamped his gloved hands over his scrunched-up face, staining them.

Morris dropped the container in his hand over the fence, the snow cushioning it with a soft sound. He reaches into his long coat, pulling out the other one he was going to eat after this. That one joins the other one as Morris leaves.

He ignores Cartman's yelling and the fence jingling. Morris skates off from the school on his board, not looking back with a set look on his face.

Skating by the park, he spot a few homeless people squatting by the bathrooms, so he decides to head home and warm up. Maybe wash the blood off his hand.

Morris comes home to Jerry, sitting on the couch on a phone call. He noticed it sounded important so he just headed upstairs peacefully, getting straight to school work. He left the blood for later.

Today's experience was enough for a lifetime.