Nico
Care Bears... prepare to stare!
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Serial Killer
Tiny rays of sunlight peaked through the snow clouds that blanketed the town of South Park. It filtered through the window of Eric Cartman's house, the eighteen-year-old in question was sitting behind a desk with his focus on a pile of papers. A pen was twirling between two large fingers as he waited, what was he waiting for you ask? Someone had been murdering people on his side of the city and he wasn't happy about that fact - not at all. He knew well aware about the mercenary group that was shrouded in shadows, but they mostly kept out of his territory because they knew better maybe one of their members didn't get the memo as Cartman had been seeing a string of deaths, that's why he sent Stan out to catch the culprit in action.
It was a moment before he heard a knock on the door signalling the arrival of the hippy. Cartman's two-toned eyes tore his eyes away from the paper work and looked at the door. "Come in," he said. Though the door came Stan with a camera in his possession, this caught Eric's attention as he knew that the answers he was seeking would be on that camera. Sitting up straighter he silently reached out his hand and flexed his fingers. It was a silent order for the raven and that was clear.
"You're not going to like what you see," Stan said.
"We'll see about that, Hippy," Eric said as he got the camera in his hands. He opened the camera and swiped through the pictures his expression getting darker as he saw who it was in the pictures. He felt a stirring of excitement as he realized, what he had in his hands would make the little Jewish school boy over to his side for good. If he refused to join Eric, he'd just slip the pictures on Officer Barabady's desk, it was really simple, the asshole would join him or spend his life rotting.
"I'm going out." Cartman announced and stood up gathering his coat.
"You're not going to kill him, are you?" Stan said with a hint of worry in his voice.
"No, I have a better plan." that was all he said before he left Stan standing in his office.
He found himself parked outside South Park High, it was near the end of the day and he had one goal in mind - find the ginger bastard and make him join him - like he was supposed to three years ago.
Serial Killer
Tiny rays of sunlight peaked through the snow clouds that blanketed the town of South Park. It filtered through the window of Eric Cartman's house, the eighteen-year-old in question was sitting behind a desk with his focus on a pile of papers. A pen was twirling between two large fingers as he waited, what was he waiting for you ask? Someone had been murdering people on his side of the city and he wasn't happy about that fact - not at all. He knew well aware about the mercenary group that was shrouded in shadows, but they mostly kept out of his territory because they knew better maybe one of their members didn't get the memo as Cartman had been seeing a string of deaths, that's why he sent Stan out to catch the culprit in action.
It was a moment before he heard a knock on the door signalling the arrival of the hippy. Cartman's two-toned eyes tore his eyes away from the paper work and looked at the door. "Come in," he said. Though the door came Stan with a camera in his possession, this caught Eric's attention as he knew that the answers he was seeking would be on that camera. Sitting up straighter he silently reached out his hand and flexed his fingers. It was a silent order for the raven and that was clear.
"You're not going to like what you see," Stan said.
"We'll see about that, Hippy," Eric said as he got the camera in his hands. He opened the camera and swiped through the pictures his expression getting darker as he saw who it was in the pictures. He felt a stirring of excitement as he realized, what he had in his hands would make the little Jewish school boy over to his side for good. If he refused to join Eric, he'd just slip the pictures on Officer Barabady's desk, it was really simple, the asshole would join him or spend his life rotting.
"I'm going out." Cartman announced and stood up gathering his coat.
"You're not going to kill him, are you?" Stan said with a hint of worry in his voice.
"No, I have a better plan." that was all he said before he left Stan standing in his office.
He found himself parked outside South Park High, it was near the end of the day and he had one goal in mind - find the ginger bastard and make him join him - like he was supposed to three years ago.
