Goth Kids 4:Emo Revival~A South Park/Goth Kids Fanfic

Chapter 19-Cartman

Michael and I had taken a break from the fighting to focus on our family. We finally told his dad and step mom, and his step mom was surprisingly happy about it. His dad didn't really care either way. I was now 8 months along, and finally accepted at the household without having to sneak in.

We finally decided it was time to go help the cause again. We go back to the meeting area and file in with everyone else. I see Stan looking at me and I tense up. Michael notices and wraps his arms around me, quickly kissing me on the cheek. "Alright guys have a seat." Matt orders. We all sit in the chairs against the wall. "So we have an announcement." Trey smiles, pulling out a sack from behind the podium. The sack is moving and saying muffled curse words. "Oh boy, I wonder what it could be." Butters mumbles. Trey slings the sack open to reveal a tied up Cartman. Everyone gasps. Matt steps forward and rips the tape off of Cartman's mouth. "Ow! What the hell you ruined my fucking mustache dude!" Cartman yells. "Calm down buddy, I brought you into this world, and I can take you out." Matt smirks. "Look, Cartman, we know what you did." Kyle sighs. "And we need you to apologize." Stan adds in. "Me? Apologize? Screw you guys!" He jerks around, trying to get untied. Henrietta stands up. "Look you fat fuck, we're not untying you until you agree to do it." He sighs and attempts to cross his arms. "Well what's in it for me?" We all look over at Matt, who looks over at Trey. He shrugs. "What do you have in mind?" Cartman smirks. "Well, I want a butler, a date with a hot model, a chorus that sings "Boo Wendy Testaburger Boo." And uh-" "That's enough!" Trey yells, then bites his lip. "Uh we'll see what all of those we can get for you." Cartman nods. "Well lead me to the Emos then." Trey and Matt shove Cartman back in the bag and we all file out. "Aren't you assholes going to untie me?!" I hear a muffled Cartman yell. I look behind me and catch Stan staring at me. My stomach starts to feel queasy and I grab Michael's hand. I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I turn around to see Stan. Oh no, not this shit again...