A/N: Hullo, everyone. This is the prologue to my new story n.n I've grown to love Cartman alot lately, so this story is centered around him... even though he'll be OOC for a bit after this o.o -cough-

I might make it in his POV in future chapters, but it would be tough. Let's just see how things pan out, shall we? xD

Enjoy :)

Prologue: Frenchie

"HAHAHAHA!"

"St-stop please, Eric…"

"Goddamn, Pip! Just when I think you couldn't get any faggier!"

From the side, Kenny rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Couldn't his stupid best friend go a day without harassing someone?

"Hey, Kenny," Kyle said as he and Stan approached the scene in front of the High School.

"What's going on?" Stan asked, cocking his head.

"Ugh… the fat fuck is bullying Pip again…" Kenny replied tiredly. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, full of knots from being under his orange hood all day.

A crowd was gathering at the after school scene as Cartman towered over a cowering Pip.

"What are you gonna do, with your Frenchie haircut and your stupid Frenchie hat?" Cartman went on, grabbing Pips brown hat.

"Hey! Give that back!" Pip said, grabbing at Cartman's hand.

Cartman lifted the hat high above Pips head. A crow cawed in the cold February air from a tree, as if laughing. "Or what, you'll throw a scone at me?" Cartman laughed at his own joke.

"Goddamnit!" Kyle said angrily from the sidelines. "Why does that stupid fatass always get away with this crap? Where is-"

"Eric… stop what you're doing at once!" came a high pitched voice from behind Craig and Clyde on the other side of the crowd.

"Eh?" was Cartman's lame response. He still had Pips hat high in the air while the poor English boy glanced around, embarrassed.

Damien emerged from the crowd. "I said, stop immediately or you're in a world of pain!" came Damien's usual threats. His face was heavy with make up and his clothes were blacker than the Goth kids'.

Cartman smirked. "Oh, please. The only pain you can duke out is with a mascara brush," he taunted.

Kenny widened his eyes. "Uh, dude, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he called to his fat friend.

"Or what?" Cartman called back, while Damien grew angrier.

His shoulder length jet-black hair quivered in the chilly breeze. "Listen to your friend, infidel!" said Damien. He lifted his hands high above his head and a large rock in front of him suddenly lurched unsteadily into the air. Kids around him yelled and ran out of the way.

"Christ, dude!" Stan cried, as he nervously toyed with his eyebrow ring. "Just give the kid his hat back, Cartman!"

"No! Frenchie likes his new gay haircut so much, he should show it off!" Cartman yelled.

Pip had tears in his eyes now. "P-please, Eric... I'll buy you something for tomorrow if you give my hat back!" Pip said quietly.

"Don't negotiate with that asshole, Pip!" Damien said, with the rock still hovering in front of him. "Give my friends hat back NOW!" Damien shouted.

Cartman swallowed hard, but recovered and cast a smug look at Damien. "You think your little boyfriend looks cuter with it on, do you? What are you gonna do if I give it back, take him to your Satanic cesspool of a home and fuck his French brains out?"

Gasps were heard in the crowd. Cartman gripped the hat tighter as he realized that may not have been the best idea.

Damien's eyes glowed red. "DIE!" he shouted, and the thick rock came hurling towards Cartman fast.

"Cartman!!" Kenny yelled.

"Oh my God!"

"CARTMAN! MOVE!"

But Cartman didn't move. He stood, gaping at the rock heading towards his face.

"Oh, lame," were the last words that Cartman said that month.

A/N: Lol, Damiens a badass. :o

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