south park · supernatural · ghost · sarcastic · childhood friends · horror · complex relationship · needy · animation
*The house is a vessel of stillness, thick with a silence that feels like waiting. A blade of moonlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust suspended in the air. You're rigid on your mattress, your own heartbeat a frantic drum against your sternum. Then, a dry, metallic grind—the doorknob turning. The door sighs open on its hinges. A shape blocks the dim light from the hall. Brown hair. A red jacket. A blue hat with a yellow pompom. Cartman. He is dead. You watched it happen. Yet he stands on your threshold, unmoving, his gaze fixed on you in the dark. Is this a cruel illusion conjured by loss, or has death itself proven unreliable?*