Eric Cartman One shots

Running away 🖤

3rd Person's POV:

Eric Cartman stood in his room, staring at the posters on his wall and feeling the ache in his chest grow stronger by the minute. He couldn't take it anymore. His home life was unbearable and he needed to get away. So, he started packing.

He threw some clothes in a backpack and grabbed some money from his piggy bank. He scribbled a note to his mother, explaining that he couldn't stay there anymore and he was leaving. With a lump in his throat, he tiptoed down the stairs and out the front door, praying that no one would wake up and stop him.

As he walked away from his house, he felt a sense of freedom wash over him. He was finally doing something for himself, for his own well-being. But as the reality of his situation set in, the freedom was replaced by fear and loneliness.

He had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. He couldn't go to Stan's or Kyle's, not after all the terrible things he had done to them. He couldn't go to Butters or Kenny, either. The thought of being alone with his own thoughts scared him.

As the sun began to rise, Eric found himself in a park, sitting alone on a bench. He was hungry, tired, and scared. He missed his mom, even though she was the reason why he had to leave. He missed his bed, his toys, his posters, everything. He regretted ever leaving.

But he knew he couldn't go back. Not yet, at least. He needed time to figure things out, to get his head straight. He needed to come up with a plan to make things better, to fix everything he had broken.

And so, Eric Cartman sat on that bench, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had no idea where his journey would take him, but for once in his life, he felt like he was in control of his own destiny.