Eric Cartman Dies? Good || Kyle Broflovski x Fem Reader

Chapter 4

Y/N's Pov

"Bebe, did you see how that blonde kid reacted? This is a really big deal!"

I was clutching onto Bebe's sleeve, whispering loudly into her ear. Bebe told me that Cartman being dead wasn't so much of a big deal, because everyone hated him, but the reactions of some of these kids said otherwise.

"Well, Butters likes him for some reason."

"Exactly! And there's probably more people that genuinely liked him! I'm basically the reason some people are mourning today!" I groaned loudly and slouched against my locker, "God, I feel so bad... what am I gonna do? I murdered a popular kid and no one knows I did it! Oh no, I wonder how his parents are taking it."

"Parent," Bebe corrected.

I glared at her. Bebe muttered a small 'sorry'.

"What am I gonna do..."

Bebe shrugged.

"Not much you can do except not get found out."

Furrowing my eyebrows, I responded, "I can't just do nothing. I did something bad, horrible even, so now I should have to make up for it."

Bebe kept an inexpressive expression. Then, she smiled.

"Wow, Y/N. You're too nice."

I raised an eyebrow. "So if you killed someone you wouldn't do anything about it?"

Bebe awkwardly made a pop sound before responding, "I mean... not really. Not if it was Cartman I killed."

"Jesus..."

Bebe puckered her lips. "Well... What would I do anyway? It's not like you can just turn back time after you've killed someone."

"No, but I can make things better," I stiffened my posture, "And I'm going to start out by being a nicer and better person in general."

Bebe chuckled, "Not sure how being nice will make up for murder, but I get it." She smiled while staring at the ground.

"I should start by doing the most obvious thing," I peered my eyes at the group of four boys across the hallway.

"I'm going to cheer a couple of boys up."