When Tyrants Were Adopted [discontinued]

Two

Cartman wasn't sleeping at this time. Something was on his mind as he sat on top of his hot dog house with a pair of binoculars in his hands.

"Come on," he muttered as he kept looking around. "I know you saw me... Where are you?"

What he was referring to was an event earlier today. While he was using rocks to draw on the parking lot in front of the hot dog, Cartman saw a car slow to a stop in front of him as the back window rolled down. His eyes landed on a girl with eyes of gold framed behind a pair of glasses and wild hair black as his soul most likely was. He was surprised that she smiled at him and seemed... interested in him?

Sure, there was a taller figure behind her, but Cartman didn't seem to care about him. He was more focused on Butters who was in between the two.

"This is Cartman's house," he said. Did he seem happy to talk about him or was it Cartman hearing things? "He's... a handful to sugar coat it..."

"Oh, I'm sure dat 'e'll be fun fer me," she said. Her words were like knives as she kept staring at Cartman intriguing him more. "What be 'is full name?"

"Uh... Eric Theodore Cartman..."

Her eyes lit up as she licked her teeth.

"I look forward ta playin' with Eric," she purred. The car was about to move, but the car door opened, making it stop, and Mr. Scotch asked her what the fuck she was doing only for her to give him a dirty look. "Don' worry, I'll be quick."

She got out of the car, walked up to him, and crouched before him smiling as she stared at his drawing. It was of him killing Kyle, go figure, with knives.

"Weak," she chuckled. "An' kinda pathetic an' unrealistic."

"What was that?!"

"Killin' someone with a kni'e is SO cliche," she said as she took out... Why does she have chalk on her? "Let me show ya 'ow a cool person kills."
She a spear drew over the knife then stood up and waled around him.
"A pointed spear is good fer keepin' your enemy at a safe distance, considerin' your shape, an' still poke holes in thy enemy's skin. Do it right an' ya got 'em dead in a shot."

"Violet!" Butters said as he got out of the car. She must be younger than him if she's shorter. "Stop giving him ideas!"

Violet hummed as she looked at Butters. A small chuckle escaped her mouth as she looked over her shoulder at Cartman. Not that he could see her golden eyes since her glasses covered them.

"Don' fret, Buttakni'e," she said... Cartman couldn't tell if he was genuinely seeing sharp teeth or not... "Eric ain't no threat now dat we're 'ere~"

Violet and the taller dude in the car started laughing making Cartman very suspicious as she and Butters went back in the car. Before she closed the door, she looked back at Cartman smiling as he looked confused.

"You'll be a great plaything fer me~ I'll be back tanigh'~"

Now she closed the door and the car left.

This leaves us to tonight when Cartman was eagerly waiting for her to come back.

"Eric Cartman!" his mother yelled as she stepped outside. "What are you still doing up there?! It's past midnight!"

"Not right now, mom!" he yelled back as he got closer to the edge. I doubt that anyone's worried, but he's done this before so he should be fine. "I'm still looking for her!"

"Who!? Who are you looking for?!"

"Violet Scotch!... I think..."

"What do you mean by 'you think'?!"