I'm done trying to come up with titles n0pe. and I did this off my phone no one is allowed to complain
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~Cartman's P.O.V~
I watched in horror as Skybreaker fell. I covered my mouth and realized that she committed suicide. I couldn't watch. I stepped back and ran off, feeling guilty for doing that. I just killed an innocent girl. I drove this hero to death! I don't know how I'm going to explain this at school tomorrow.
~Next Morning~
I woke up early, and got dressed and ate breakfast real fast. I couldn't sleep last night, knowing me and my friends drove this girl to suicide. Not even just her, there was a small kid with her too. I killed two people! Realizing I just killed a small child along with Skybreaker, made me run to the bathroom and puke.
"Eric?! Do you need to stay home from school?!"
"No mom. I'm fine."
I walked past her and out the door. Normally, I would have stayed home, but I needed to tell the guys this.
"Hey, Cartman!"
That voice.
She isn't Skybreaker after all.
She's alive.
I walked up to (Y/n) slowly, not looking at her. I then wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. I didn't care how the others reacted. I was so certain that this (h/l) (h/c) haired girl was gone. But she's not. She's right here in my arms.
"Get away from her fatass!"
"Yeah dude, she doesn't want to see what you had for breakfast on your shirt."
"Are you okay, Cartman?"
I looked down at her and into those (e/c) orbs that I love so much. (everyone's taller than you, shorty. [its okay cause I'm shorter than Levi Ackerman so there you have it. {If anyone knows who that GORGEOUS HOT man is, I love you} ] )
"Yeah yeah...I'm fine, just...needed a hug...only from you.."
She laughed and looked up at me. Her smile I swear could revive every dead person out there. Before I could stare into her eyes even longer, Kyle pulled me away and pushed me into the snow. I didn't care though. I was so happy that it wasn't her.
"Hey, (Y/n)? What did you do? There's scratches all over you."
"These? Heh. I just fell down a couple stairs and tripped a lot yesterday. I don't know what came over me!"
I stood up and brushed the snow off myself. I looked over at her and Stan was right. There were scratches and scars all over her body. They littered all up her arms and legs. I was surprised I didn't notice it, but there was a large gash on her cheek. If she tried to bandage it, it didn't work.
"So you falling down stairs is going to make gashes on your face?"
"Guess so!"
I didn't believe her. Skybreaker did fall far enough to die, but now that I think about it, she wouldn't have let that happen.
"Come on, we're going home real quick."
I snapped out of my trance to see Stan grab (Y/n)'s hand and race off down the street. I sighed as the bus pulled up before me.
~Your P.O.V~
"Stan I'm fine really-"
"You can't go to school like that! People could hurt you."
You then decided to be annoying and a pain, and went limp.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
"Being a ragdoll so you can't take care of me. I'm too heavy for you to carry so if I just go li-"
Before you knew it, Stan picked you up bridal style and raced off to his house. Your face turned a dark red as you held onto him tightly.
"Jesus christ, Stan! Don't you dare drop me!"
"I'm not! You weigh nothing! You're about 0 pounds there's no excuse if I were to drop you!"
He then stopped in front of his house and changed his position. He threw you over his shoulder as he searched for the house keys in his pocket.
"S-Stan we're gonna be late for school."
"We aren't going. I'm gonna take care of you today since you quote on quote, 'fell down stairs.'"
He layed you down on the couch and walked over to the phone. He called the school and said how you were sick, then called off your cellphone to say how he was sick, just in case they suspected that both of you were faking. After that, he went up the stairs to get the medical kit. You closed your eyes and and wondered about last night. That was a really risky move you did.
~Flashback~
You stepped off the ledge and fell a good length. After you saw The Coon disappear, you threw your grappiling hook at anything around. You held Alex close so she wouldn't be harmed. You caught something, but it didn't last. You fell a shorter distance and tumbled onto the ground. Scratches were all over your body and you slammed your face against the concrete. It would be just lovely explaining this too all of your friends.
~Fin~
"So, tell me the truth. What the hell did you do last night, fight crime?"
You laughed along with him getting scared that he might know your identity. He sighed as he dabbed some hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball.
"This is gonna hurt like a mother fucker. Hold still."
The second it touched your face, you shrieked and moved your face. Stan sighed and tried again. You covered your injury and stared at him like he was an alien. "I told you to hold still," Stand mumbled. He then grabbed you, but you tried squirming away to the floor. He then pinned you down as you stared up at him, blushing a bright pink. He then dabbed all over the gash, making you scream in pain.
After that, he grabbed a large patch and used some medical tape to tape it to your face, not getting off of you. When he was done, he sat up and looked down at you.
'She's totally helpless right now...'
'No, Stan. Quit it. Not now. But...'
He leaned down real close to your face, staring into those (e/c) eyes that you owned. "Stan?" You asked nervously. He then quickly shut his eyes and kissed your cheek.
"Get some rest. I'll make something for you to eat when you wake up."
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So there's your update. Off of my phone. Very shitty.
The Q and A I will answer next chapter...whenever that is. You can still ask me anything if you want.
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