Not Such a Bad Guy: Eric Cartman x Reader

Chapter Twenty-One

*Your P.O.V.*

Butters left my room, and I sat back in my bed to let it all settle in.

If he cared, why did he reject me like he did?

Just then, there was a knock on my door, and Eric Cartman entered my room.

"Eric?" I questioned.  "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," he paused, "this- all of this- it's all my fault."

I gave him a weird look, "What are you talking about?  There is no way you could've caused this.  Yeah, your shitty comments sucked, but there is much more behind it. It was like the entire universe was against me-"

"If by universe, you mean me- then yeah," he interrupted.

"There is no way one person could-"

"(Y/N), I encouraged Kyle to ask you out, so Bebe and the rest of the girls would hate you.  Then, I patiently waited for you to fall in love with Kyle. I knew he wouldn't go for you so easily, so when I saw you go into the kitchen at Clyde's, I told Clyde to go in there.  I suspected you had never really drank.  When you came out plaster, I knew Kyle would be done with you.  It was just dumb luck that you slept with Clyde.  Then Clyde told Kenny about the video he found on his phone in the morning.  So, I took the liberty of snatching Clyde's phone and sending it to myself.  I, then deleted the evidence, and I sent out a mass anonymous email school. And, I made that stupid Twitter account.  Next, I saw you hanging around Sally Darson, so I bribed Craig to ask her out.  And, I told her that Craig would go out with her if she ditched you.  She showed up to that party last weekend alone when Craig approached her.  You don't understand.  This- this was ALL me," he confessed.

I was shocked and confused.

Why would someone do this?

"You are aware that you can get into major trouble for bullying, right?" I asked.

He let out a small laugh, "To be honest, you aren't the first person that I've done this kind of shit to.  You're just the first that I've come clean to."

I have NEVER wanted to kill someone so badly in my life.

"Why are you telling me?" I asked, irritation lingering in my voice.

"I'm not sure... after I found out about you cutting- even worse, the suicide attempt- I just kind of snapped out of it and had to make sure you were okay," he shrugged.

"Why would you care if I was okay? You obviously wanted me to be as miserable as possible.  Why?!?!" I asked, on the verge of tears.

He sighed, "Look, I don't know.  When I saw you, I got all these weird feelings.  Feelings that I did not want.  Whenever you smiled and laughed they came back, and I just wanted to kill these feelings-"

"Do you even realize what you did to me?!" I snapped, tears falling down my cheeks.  "Do you even realize how much you have to make a person hate theirself to drive them to the point of taking a blade across their skin?!"

"(Y/N), I under-"

"No, you don't.  Because, if you did, you wouldn't put someone through all-"

I quickly closed my mouth when he took off his coat and revealed countless of self harm scars on his arms.