#sheezusly

"I brought yew everything."

He looks her over as he moves towards her, holding out the bag of goodies as his free hand tucks some hair behind her ear with a small smirk.

Eric, in his old age, smiles down at the family he has created. One he didn't ask for, but one that was made over time. It was his grandchild's birthday and as a request from the birthday boy, he had decided to let them all come here to his home out in the woods of South Park, Colorado.

A change of pace to let his home be used so openly, but a part of him had softened over the years. May it be from his daughter who had grown to be a beautiful women, just like her mother. Wendy, who's companionship benefited the both of them in such a strong, intimate way. Butters, his right hand man who's been with him through thick and thin. And Kyle, the boy from another world that made the mistake of coming to this one. A mistake, that had evolved from a nightmare, into quite a beautiful friendship. It wasn't perfect, but it has taught him a lot over the years. And even though they had been through a lot, Eric could honestly say that he was happy, even if they were just friends.

The sun rays beamed through the trees, making the grass a shade of orange from the sunset. Kids ran around in the open area as friends and acquaintances openly drank and danced to the music.

Hired men had this place surrounded. It's no surprise, Eric was a powerful man. But he had gotten too comfortable on his snowy throne that he called his home. He was the man with all the answers, and if he didn't have them, he sent men to find them or he dealt with it himself. And if he deemed it unimportant, his silver tongue knew exactly how to strike, a silent poison, if you will.

Usually, that alone was his secret weapon, but it was of no help into the oncoming disaster that was karma. A loose end.

As Eric turned towards his bedroom to leave his private balcony, a sharp pain enters right into his chest, meeting the eyes of emerald green so cold that it took the breath from him.

Kyle Broflovski. No, not his friend. Somebody that he use to know. One that he had hurt in more ways than you can imagine. It was a dark time for them both, but Kyle took the brunt of it all. 

Their eyes are locked as Kyle shoves him harshly against the wall, a stake still lodged in Erics chest. With every breath, a sharp pain is felt, the shock of seeing Kyle after all these years is apparent, but the red heads expression remains cold.

“Kahl--”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

Eric's legs feel weak and he slides down, blood streaking down against the wall until hes sat uncomfortably on the carpet, Kyle moving down with him, staying eye to eye.

“I’m not who I use to be. You changed me."

Erics shock melts into a softness of some kind. The eyes that use to bore deep into Kyle's soul all those years ago.. they were different. But Kyle's pain and rage were so wrapped tightly around his heart, he couldn't find it in himself to care, even if it did take him by surprise.

"You've been alive way too long- it's not fair. I should've killed you a long time ago."

Erics breathing starts to slow, his mind in a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts, but nothing could come out. Nothing except a whisper.

"I knew yew would come back for me." And there was a small smile that graced his lips. Kyle's taken aback, mouth agape as he lets Eric go. Before he could respond, a voice is heard down the hall, identical to his own.

"Cartman?" It calls out, getting closer to the bedroom door. Kyle and the brunet stare at each other. A silent goodbye, eyes glossed with so much emotion, that there was nothing and yet so much left to say. The bedroom door opens just as Kyle rushes out the window, making his way down the side of the balcony where he came.

And there stood his long time friend, the boy in the green ushanka hat. His expression falls as he watches his doppelganger escape and he almost moves to run after him, but seeing Eric on the ground with a stake through his chest, he practically stumbles over to him instead, falling to his knees at his side.

"Cartman- What- why-!?" Did he really need to ask why? Should he really be surprised? Was that Kyle who he thought he was?

"Shhh. It's okay-- its--" a cough of blood splatters down to his chin, but it was inevitable. He knew this was it.

Eric grabs onto Kyle's shirt, clinging to it like he's clinging to his life. He's killed so many people, he didn't deserve to have this kind of merciful death. He always thought he would die all alone, with nothing but his thoughts and regrets, forced to play over his shitty life, but there Kyle was, tears brimming those green jade eyes, and it was all Cartman could ever ask for. Somebody out here really did care for him, and it was a Kyle no less. This Kyle.

As he stares up at Kyle's terrified, sad stricken face, he knows he could walk with death satisfied, if it meant looking up at him like this. The way the sunset captivated Kyle's beautiful features, looking at him. But Eric has always been a selfish man so without warning, he pulls him down for a soft kiss. He's kissed Kyle before, usually full of greedy and aggressive lust, but it's been years and this one was different. There was so much behind it. Words left unsaid. As soft as it was, it gradually goes slack and as he takes his last breath, Eric slumps back against the wall, blue eyes faded and lifeless.

Been thinking about them lately tbh. I had already sketched this out of them but seeing u online made me wanna throw a lil color in there

Are you having a midlife crisis already lol What kind of adventure are you looking for?