"Hahaha. Fuck you." In a barren mall parking lot, a particular fat ass took the liberty on torturing a poor old woman. The reason? He's cynical and he does this for fun. Cartman kicked the woman sending her hurtling to a parking spot.
"Young man why-" Before she could stand, he kicked her to the ground once more.
"Because you're a gypsy. Hahaha."
"If you don't stop I will curse you. Ooof!" That kick knocked the air out of the woman. She was clutching to her stuff, careful not to let it go. Nevertheless, another kick loosened her grip and sent her remaining stuff on the ground. She immediately, grabbed all that she could see while enduring another kick on her frail leg.
As she was reaching the last of her fallen things, the fat young man in front of her grabbed a ring. A heirloom passed through the ages, locked with magic and used before to create mass chaos. Her family was tasked to protect it. She is the last of her line so she must save it at all cost. "Please. Anything but that ring. I'll give anything, please."
The boy looked straight into her eye. She could see it. The glitter of compassion and regret. His mouth pursed as if he want to say something. Sorry perhaps. She was proven wrong as another kick sent her hurtling down pavement. He heard a distant laugh ended with him rejoicing "I kicked a Gypsy" repeatedly. She regained composure a second later but only to see that the young man is gone. She awaits punishment for the shame she brought into her family.
---
Cartman was walking a snow clad sidewalk, casually glancing at the passers-by. He was kicked out of the group, again. He only teased Kyle for being a Jew, Kenny for being poor and Stan for losing repeatedly in Guitar Hero. Its just fun really. But they were all cissy about it and fuck them. They kicked him out. So he went to the mall to buy food. Until this Gypsy looked at her straight in the eye. Let's just say she regretted doing that. And now, he's back towards Stan's house. He was hoping that they would let him back again. Without him, they wouldn't get that high score.
As he walked, the world around him changed to a hue of green. The reflections glinted gold. And things seemed to slow down and stopped to a halt. Cartman was oblivious, until a wispy green smoke appeared right in front of him.
"I'm the master of the ring." A deep voice bellowed. Every word of the being rang with the world.
"The what?" Cartman wasn't really listening the first time.
"I'm the master of the ring you are currently holding. And I'm here to give you the power it contains."
"Yeah, sweet." Cartman said unenthusiastically.
"Yeah, sweet. That's just it? No jumping in glee or fainting?"
"Yeah. So what powers are you going to give me? Wait. Are you a pedophile?"
"What!? No!" The being wasn't impressed with where the conversation is going. First he was unengaged with his presence and now, he's accusing him for a child fiddler? Outrageous. People he gave powers back in the old days used to faint in his mere presence. He shrugged his discomfort and moved on to his job. "I'm the spirit of chaos and I'm here to give you my powers."
"Get on with it. You said that already." This stupid brat is getting in his non-existent nerves.
"I'll give you the powers of possession. You turn into a cloud of smoke. Then enter a person and then you're that person." The being moved floated towards a frozen passerby and did what he said. His fog like body entered every orifice the jogger have. Only when the being is gone when the pedestrian's eyes glinted green and back to dark hazel. He moved towards Cartman and did some serious backflips and managed to show her pussy. "To exit, just think about it and you'll be back to mist form. To turn back into your body-"
"I just think about it. Yeah." Cartman piped in.
The being left the female pedestrian's body and slowly flitted towards the ring.
"Wait." The being stopped. "Does it have a catch?"
"No. You're already doing my bidding by possessing people. Just do it every few days, I've been starved from chaos for a thousand years."
"Sweet."
---
Several thoughts crossed Cartman's mind and all of them surrounding the ring. He could be anyone and anywhere. First thing he thought was possess a filthy rich person and eat all the food he can buy. But the only rich people around is Token's family. And that's a serious no for him. He doesn't want to become the very race he made fun for years. Maybe, he should start small first. Get a hang with his new found powers. And in that thought, Kyle crossed him mind. The filthy Jew and his gingerly cute face.
He's in front of Stan's house now. The distant strums of guitar signifies that they are still playing. He flinched when he heard Kyle scream out of joy. The pathway to his new ability crossed once more. What could he do?
(A/N: Sorry for the racism. I'd like to write Cartman like what he is in the show.)
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