Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Prologue

Looking back at things, Eric and I are what you could call an unconventional couple. When looking at us, you wouldn't see much love, but how could you? Eric isn't exactly the loving type, unless, of course, it would benefit him in a huge way- That was until he met me.

I'm (Y/N) (L/N), just moved to South Park my sophomore year. It's crazy to think that it was only a year ago. So much can happen in a year. A person could take a 180 degree turn with their life.

A year ago, I wanted to kill myself. I did before I moved to South Park, but after I did, it got worse. He made it worse, but he was suffering too.

Eric Cartman is a piece of scum, but even pieces of scum have feelings too. And boy, did he have a lot of feelings. Especially after he saw what he did to me. How he made me feel.

Why was it me thought? Why did it have to be me? He bullied others, but he hit me the hardest. I think- though he'll always deny it- he just had a lot of raw emotions he had never felt before. He loved me, more than he loved Mel Gibson or even making fun of Kyle. I was his first true love, and Eric got scared.

But that's enough about Eric- for right now. I'm going to touch on myself a bit. I have depression, real bad. It wasn't caused by anything particular. My counselor claims it's because I conceal things, but nothing ever happened to me that caused it. I wasn't really bullied. I was never really hated- I was just sad. Most didn't know that though. I put on a pretty good act. I just consistently sat in my room alone listening to Mayday Parade. I had never harmed myself- well until I went to South Park. Things got bad there. He caused it to get bad, real bad. But I couldn't blame him completely. It's not his fault I have a bad head.

Anyways, this it the story of Eric Cartman and me, and how I ended up liking him a lot more than I originally planned- because, truth be told, he's not such a bad guy.