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It was all so beautiful.
He'd slept in, as usual. Gym class wasn't until eleven, and it was totally lame anyway, and as long as he didn't stumble in still wearing his pajamas or complain too during the warm ups, no one seemed to give a crap what state he was in when he got there.
With Clyde frog still dangling from one hand, Cartman stumbled out of bed mid-morning, rubbing sleep from his eyes and rubbing at his grumbling stomach. And that's when he saw it.
"Holy crap."
That was hours ago. Since then he'd amassed a collection of sweets that weighed more than he did, and was currently hauling it around behind him in a wheel barrow he'd borrowed from the tool shed. There were gobstoppers and candy flowers and handfuls of minty grass. Chocolate shells and jelly fruits and brightly colored rock candy. There were toffee apples and caramel turtles and strips of edible wall paper and marshmallows as big as his head.
This, of course, didn't include what he'd already shoved into his mouth, his face smeared with sugar and chocolate and his tummy bulging. That Wonka guy was a fucking genius. Eric seriously needed to like, write him a fan letter or something.
Dragging his growing collection toward the waterfall, having long since missed gym class and a proper lunch, Eric paused to touch his tongue to the shiny petals of a sugar flower.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, he dabbed at the tears in his eyes with sticky hands. "This is the greatest day of my life."
[[Find him near the waterfall, dragging a mountain of sweets along in his wake. Open to all, ST/LT always welcome.]]
He'd slept in, as usual. Gym class wasn't until eleven, and it was totally lame anyway, and as long as he didn't stumble in still wearing his pajamas or complain too during the warm ups, no one seemed to give a crap what state he was in when he got there.
With Clyde frog still dangling from one hand, Cartman stumbled out of bed mid-morning, rubbing sleep from his eyes and rubbing at his grumbling stomach. And that's when he saw it.
"Holy crap."
That was hours ago. Since then he'd amassed a collection of sweets that weighed more than he did, and was currently hauling it around behind him in a wheel barrow he'd borrowed from the tool shed. There were gobstoppers and candy flowers and handfuls of minty grass. Chocolate shells and jelly fruits and brightly colored rock candy. There were toffee apples and caramel turtles and strips of edible wall paper and marshmallows as big as his head.
This, of course, didn't include what he'd already shoved into his mouth, his face smeared with sugar and chocolate and his tummy bulging. That Wonka guy was a fucking genius. Eric seriously needed to like, write him a fan letter or something.
Dragging his growing collection toward the waterfall, having long since missed gym class and a proper lunch, Eric paused to touch his tongue to the shiny petals of a sugar flower.
Drawing in a shuddering breath, he dabbed at the tears in his eyes with sticky hands. "This is the greatest day of my life."
[[Find him near the waterfall, dragging a mountain of sweets along in his wake. Open to all, ST/LT always welcome.]]