Cartman had noticed that Kyle had been giving him weird looks all day. He thought that was really fucking gay.
Cartman: What are you going to do? Kiss me or something, gayass?!
Kyle: Shut the fuck up.
Cartman: No, I don't fuck with people like you! I don't like you that way, retard!
Kyle: I swear to God if you don't stop it, you're going to regret it fatboy!
Cartman: Go on, kiss me you stupid fucker! I'll even put on lipgloss!
Kyle: Oh my fucking God, stop it!
Cartman proceeded to put on lipgloss out of spite, knowing Kyle would chicken out.
Kyle: Do everyone a favor and kill yourself!
Cartman (pissed off): Oh, you want to play like that huh?! I'll do it, I will fucking do it!
Kyle: Or would you like me to do that so you don't have to waste your precious energy?
Cartman's face turned pale, but he tried not to act nervous. He knew Kyle would get mad at him, but he didn't know he'd tell him to commit suicide.
Cartman: I-I'll do it! I swear on my mother's life!
Kyle: Stop stalling and do it already.
Cartman: Wuh-What?! Why so serious, Jew?
Kyle punched Cartman, causing him to cry like the little bitch he is.
Cartman: H-HEY! DON'T DO THAT ASSHOLE!
Kyle: Just like you said, "whatever, I'll do what I want."
Cartman started to feel genuinely scared.
Kyle: Whatever, just meet me at the abandoned bar downtown after school. I need to show you something.
Cartman: Fine then.
The day passed, and Cartman showed up where Kyle said so. He didn't see Kyle anywhere.
Cartman: That bitch lied to me! That stupid, backstabbing Je-
He got knocked out by something. He woke up in his basement, tied to a chair with barbed wire.
Cartman: Hey, that wire fucking hurts! Whoever you are must have took Kahl too!
The figure walked out of the darkness, revealing himself. The figure was Kyle. His face looked different, and he looked more pale than usual. He was slightly smiling at seeing Cartman in pain.
Cartman: Hey asshole, nice job almost stabbing me to death!
Kyle: I see that you've woken up, huh?
Kyle was smiling but his eyes looked lifeless.
Cartman: What are you going to do, fuck me or something?! I'm more than ready motherfucker.
Kyle: I am not going to have intercourse with you. What I am going to do is going to hurt.
Cartman: Okay, nice joke there. But April Fools ended a long time ago, my friend.
Kyle's expression didn't change. Cartman started to try to stall so that he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable.
Cartman: Okay, my mom's going to get worried, and she'll start to think I went missing, so I think you should let me go..
Kyle: Your mom isn't home right now. She's at the bar, looking for money through sex again. I'm going to have fun with this.
Kyle took off his backpack and opened it, putting some opaque gloves on. He kneeled down, and set the backpack down, and the objects clanking together sounded metallic. That made Cartman more than just nervous, he was scared now. He was visibly shaking, but he still thought it was some sort of "prank" that Kyle was pulling on him. He pulled a knife, some needles, a syringe, a scalpel, and a rope out.
Cartman: Dude, this is weak as FUCK.
Kyle smiled even more, and his smile revealed his teeth that looked worse than he'd ever seen them. Kyle was always known to be clean and tidy, but today he seemed.."different than usual" or something like that. There were some that looked close enough to clean, and others just plain gross looking. How could he have done that to himself? Kyle cut his cheek with the knife, and Cartman squealed in pain. Kyle smiled sadistically and began punching him again. His eyes teared up, and he began crying out.
Kyle: You do know that nobody can hear you, right?
He stopped and looked at him, his eyebrows arched in an angry way. Was he really pouting now? How pathetic. Kyle stabbed him in the shoulder and started hitting the knife to make it go deeper into his shoulder. He cut him again, putting salt on it and shoving his finger into the wound to force it to open up more. He pulled out some pliers and tried to force his mouth open.
Kyle: You know, I've wanted to be a dentist when I grow up. Ever since I was little.
Cartman: You aren't gonna...There's NO way I'm going to let you do anything to my teeth!
Cartman saw Kyle's hands approaching his mouth, and he tried to get himself away. He smiled and pried his mouth open and held his jaw. He tried to pull one of his back teeth out, but accidentally put too much force and broke his tooth. Cartman wailed. The tooth's broken pieces dug into his nerves and started bleeding a lot inside his mouth. He began to break more of his teeth, and didn't use a numbing solution on him. He finally pulled a tooth, and started hitting him in the mouth with the pliers. He punched him in the eye and started forcefully moving his nose the wrong direction, causing the cartilage to break through the bottom of his nose. He began pulling the skin off of his nose, causing more blood to spill and causing Cartman to cry even more. He grabbed the knife and cut holes in his cheeks, and ripped the corners of his mouth with his bare hands. He tore his shirt and began carving into his chest. The wounds were being torn and stretched because Cartman's a fat fuck. He grinned a wide toothy grin seeing Cartman in pain like this. He dug the knife into his abdomen and began dragging it and pulling the skin up, revealing his internal organs and his ribs and intestines. He started pulling his intestines out and breaking his ribs apart. Cartman couldn't even cry out in pain anymore, the only sound he could make was gurgles of his blood, and he began choking on it. He stabbed one of his lungs, and tore it apart. Kyle started tearing his skin apart more, and he dumped more salt on it. Cartman's blood was pouring onto the concrete floor, and Kyle wrapped the rope around his neck and pulled to give him rope burn. He pulled his sleeve up and slit his wrists, and pulled his eyes out. Cartman was still alive, but couldn't respond to anything. Kyle now pulled all his organs out and peeled his skin off his body.
Kyle: tsk, tsk.. it was such a shame he went so early. I wasn't even done with him yet! Wait..I don't even have anywhere to dump him.
Kyle realized that he'd have to dispose of his parts another way.
Kyle: I..I have to eat him.
He ground the organs up until they looked like ground beef, and he put them into boxes. He bleached the room, and cleaned it so Cartman's mom wouldn't know what happened. He left a note saying, "Thanks for letting me play with your son, Ms. Cartman." He ended up keeping one of his teeth as a souvenir.
He put the boxes into the freezer and went to bed after he got home.
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Fortune Park: A South Park AU
Hororso basically it was made for last Halloween and Kyle finally stood up to Cartman again. The characters are in High school in this AU, and they're freshmen.
