fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Guns

Cartman went that entire school day in stress.

Everybody saw.

Everybody knew.

How coincidental that the kid who usually made jokes about gay people turned about to be bisexual.

He went home that day, stressed and annoyed, and decided to message the "Anonymous" person behind the account.

Cartman: I hope you're happy with what you fucking did. Because guess what? I'm going to contact the police about this. Better luck next time.

Cartman hit send, and saw the "Seen" message on the button. He felt his heart racing as he sees the anonymous person typing.

Anonymous: You'll regret that. I'm giving you another chance.

Cartman: No. I'm contacting the police tomorrow.

He was left on seen and smirked. "That'll scare him." He whispered to himself, as he went to go lay down in bed.

Butters had knocked on the door and came in. "Are you doing okay, Eric?" He asked, as Cartman sighed. "No, but I'll manage."

Butters nodded. "If anything you can tell your mom, I bet she can-"

"What? I'm not telling my mom. Did you tell my mom? Did Clyde tell my mom?" Cartman asks, as Butters shook his head. "No, we didn't." Cartman nods. "I'll talk to you later, I just need space right now, Butters."

...

Cartman didn't do much the rest of that day besides staying in the house. It was getting late and he had finished showering and was getting ready for bed. He walked out of his bathroom and into his bedroom, closing the door, as he heard a click noise. He turned and saw somebody at his bed, staring at him.

"Kyle?"

Kyle was sitting there, and suddenly pulled a gun from behind his back as Cartman's eyes widened, terrified. "What the fuck are you doing?" Cartman said, scared. "Mom, come-"

Kyle pushed the gun to Cartman's forehead, and also looked worried. "Cartman, I don't wanna do this. Shit, I don't even wanna use the gun, I'm sorry... I just wanted to scare you and grab your attention and stole this from my dad. But I won't be afraid to use it if I have to."

"Kyle, what do you what?" Cartman whispers, as Kyle pushes the gun to his forehead. "Just name it and go, you're crazy."

"I'm crazy? You've threatened me worse before." Kyle says. "I'm just showing you karma. Now listen to me." Kyle whispers. "You're not calling the police on anybody."

Cartman looks confused as his eyes widened. "It was you? You're the fucking anonymous person who did that to me!" Cartman said, pissed. "Why would you fucking do that? I haven't even done anything to you lately?!"

"Cartman, I told you. I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it if I have to." Kyle says. "I have my reason why I did what I did, and I'm not telling you why. But It was revenge, and I got it. So listen, you're not telling the police. If you do, I'll shoot you. And if you tell the police or school after today or about today, you'll get in trouble too. Are you forgetting you sent those nudes? You sent out your own nudes, which counts as child pornography?"

Cartman looked stunned. "You're trying to outsmart me." He mutters. "Fine. I won't say shit, just leave me the fuck alone."

Kyle pushes the gun closer to Cartman's head. "I need you to promise."

Cartman's heart raced more and his breath panted, "I-I promise." He says, terrified, as Kyle nods, opening the window to hop out.

...

Kyle didn't know why he did what he did.

Well that isn't true. He did know why, but he didn't want to admit it.

Something about Stan saying Cartman, Kyle's godforsaken enemy, was a better friend than him, really angered Kyle. He knew him and Stan stopped dating, but still thought they were at least best friends.

He didn't mean to go that far. But he knew that Cartman was a mastermind, and it probably wouldn't be long before he discovered his identity. That's why he got the nudes from him. He wasn't going to leak them, but he was going to blackmail Cartman with them originally. He was so pissed off at what Stan said about Cartman though that he decided to leak them the next morning before school. Of course, he regretted it when Cartman said he was going to contact the police and find out who it was. Kyle knew Cartman wasn't lying, he was really smart when it came to things like that, so he panicked. Not wanting to go to jail or damage his reputation or get suspended or even expelled from school, Kyle decided to steal one of his dad's guns to scare Cartman into not saying a word.

A part of him felt bad walking back home, but why? Cartman tortured him practically for years, it's about time he did something back.

He walked into his house and snuck back into his room, closing the door quietly. He already had put the gun back in the safe (The code being pretty easy being his dad's birth year), and had put his homework in his backpack for tomorrow.