The sounds of the cold thin ice pressed against butters boots. It made any man sigh in satisfaction that would take you to heaven. A small smile escaped his lips until he felt a pair of arms wrap around the boy's shoulders. "Guess who.." The older male mumbled softly, it made the boy jump softly before turning around to glance at the mysterious figure. It was Eric Cartman, junior in highschool..his boyfriend. Or so called "Soulmate", he loved him deeply, oh so deeply that made his heart scream with glee everytime he saw the male. He couldn't help with this feeling. Was it normal? He ddint know..was it okay to be attached to someone wh was so close to you? He also didn't know the answer to that question. But also, he felt guilt sink in as cartman hanged with others. It made his blood boil. Was he crazy? Yes, yes he was and he knew it. With every relationship he had, he always ruined it by being too clingy or too forceful. But with his relationship with cartman he was pushed into his place. When he gets out of control, cartman will talk to him privately till everything would settle. Till his anger would settle.. God he was a monster, a fucking monster!!!
"Hey, you alright butts?" Cartman asked, rasing his thick eyebrow as the cold air made it seem like he was smoking. "Oh Yeah!!! Im good, you know just..hanging around!!!" He smiled softly. 'No i want to put my hands around anyone's neck who tries to talk to you.. your mine and mine only!' Underneath the big sweater he was wearing, he was clenching his fist tightly while smiling brightly. Ofcourse cartman bought it before turning around to talk to the others again. His mouth started moving again while the young boy's eyes filled with blood lust. Why was he like this, It wasnt some kink..wasnt it? Kyle's eyes glanced over at the young blonde boy, his hand was now on the brunette's shoulder. Thats all it took for butter's to think of a plan to get rid of kyle...he's done.
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Science FictionButters isn't the only one who pushes cartman to the edge. It's others, until the gun is pointed to him.