(Cartmien, you’re Eric Cartman (sorry)!)

Damien was recently back in town. Of course, it’s only for a brief time. His father just had some business to finish, or, at least, that’s what he tells him.

The Raven-haired boy silently roamed the familiar streets of the small mountain town. His steps were silent against the smooth pavement.

He was hoping to find the kids he’d met the first time he came. He’s taken a liking to the fat one.. believe it or not.

Damien wandered for a while, occasionally setting a tree or building on fire out of boredom. He was contemplating a break, before the spotted the fat kid and his friends.

Instantly, Damien went over, a new wave of energy coursing through his veins. His steps, though still silent, were much quicker now.

“Hey! Fat kid! It’s me!”

Damien called out, his voice still high-pitched. He hasn’t changed much, honestly. Despite it having been a few years, Damien didn’t seem to have really, well, improved or anything. He’s just, him.