Title: It's Electric

Author: flannelninja

Summary: Meet Eric Cartman, local mad scientist in the small village of South Park. Meet his lab hand Wendy, his henchman Kenny, and his attractive French maid, Bebe. Finally, meet his terrifying, horrifying creation: Butters Scotch.

Pairings: Candy, Style, Kyman, Cutters, Bunny, Kebe

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. Respect to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Chapter 1- Introductions

The small village of South Park housed multiple distinct personalities. From the serving boys to the rich and wealthy, all social groups were well represented, despite its meager size. This, surprisingly, includes a stranger group, a group of scientists who could only be described as mad. On opposite sides of the village, overlooking the houses in the square where the Donovan's, Tweaks and Tuckers resided, stood two almost identical manors: One belonging to Mr. Eric Cartman and the other belonging to Dr. Kyle Broflovski. Both men were devious, manipulative, evil geniuses! But, of course, all evil needs funding.

Mr. Cartman was lucky enough to have inherited all of his Father's money. His father had some large position in the town's council, making Eric equally prestigious in the community. This helped with the many questions pointed in his direction from the town. As evil as he was, he still used a portion of his money to take care of his aging Mother, although some claim he only keeps her alive so she can be experimented on viciously. Those closest to him know he uses her for errands and cooking. It's a big house, and Mr. Cartman is a very busy man, after all.

Kyle Broflovski is very much a different story. For one, he actually went to a faraway school. He even earned the coveted title of "Doctor. However, not everyone has a rich dead daddy. Although Kyle wanted to go right into his research, he found himself without a penny to his name. The price of higher education had left his broke. He had to use his degree the only way he knew how: becoming the village's one and only dentist. He cursed his background in the study of teeth.

Both men, equally known in the mad scientist community were obviously aware of each other. In fact, the scientists hate one another. Local fan girls, on the other hand, speculated that they were secretly in love and all they truly longed to do was give up their nefarious ways and be with each other! And on nights such as this, where Dr. Broflovski experimented on the weather and Mr. Cartman on whatever he was doing (no one in the town knew for sure) one certainly began to wonder about these strangers.

O-O-O

Wendy Testaburger was tired. She had just been on a very long and boring trip to the secret location of the Mad Scientist's committee. Cartman had, once again, not received a grant for his work. Eric Cartman was very well known by the MSC, but… he was not very well liked. He had ranted the entire way home, while Kenny McCormick, long time henchman and childhood friend, grunted and mumbled every so often. When Wendy tried to interject with an intellectual response, the scientist would ignore her spitefully. To be fair, Wendy had known when she had signed up for this of Carman's woman suppressing ways. And judging from the revealing get-up he had her wearing, he only kept her around for her looks.

Wendy Testaburger did not want to be an assistant to a mad scientist. Nor did she want to be a mad scientist. She wanted to be a doctor, and do good for the world. One would think, as Wendy once did, that people would try and make it easier for one to be a doctor and do good for the world. But, no. First, one needed money for an education, something that Wendy did not have. She slid out of the car without expecting any help from the two idiots and made her way up to her room.

Stan Marsh was tired. His "master," Kyle, had refused to get out of bed the entire day, missing the conference. Kyle moaned and groaned, depressed as most dentists usually are. He had catered to the scientist's whims for the past three years. Today was no exception. Unlike at the Cartman household there were no females to cook and clean… and that left Stan.

Stan, it was assumed and never spoken, was free to stay as long as he needed, as long as he could take care of the house. But it was no easy task. Yet, the man managed to manage it. He worried constantly, though. What if the master never got another grant? What if he never got another customer? What if this beautiful and functional relationship somehow ceased to exist? He would be thrown out into the streets, alone… and probably still in love with his longtime "super best friend."

It had been… as silly agreement.. between children! But it meant something to Stan. He doubted Kyle even remembered, but when he had returned from school, Stan was given hope and joy. Stan tried to remember this while dealing with Kyle's antics that day. But the brunette had had it up to here.

Kenny McCormick was tired. It is a known fact that all henchmen are nocturnal. Yet his bastard of a master kept him up after a night of hard work and made him go to a stupid conference. He had no idea what was being said. It was, as his father would have said, "educated man's talk" and Kenny McCormick was anything but. Kenny accepted his education and intelligence level though. He was good at other things. Like, for example, manual labor, and finding things, which the bastard had him doing all day long. Wendy slid out of the car, he attempted to watch her ass as she walked into the house, but his attention was diverted with a snap from the master.

"Kenny," he began, and at once the henchman knew his work wasn't over yet. "Code word: Lightning." His eyes snapped to attention. This was serious.

"Master—" Kenny objected. He didn't know much about master's work, but what little he did know made him second guess Mr. Cartman.

"It's time." Cartman grinned. "Have the driver take you immediately. The built scientist slid out of the car, winking at his henchman. Don't screw it up, he seemed to say. He gave a wave to the driver, who nodded in response.

"To there, then?"

O-O-O

Kyle Broflovski was tired. Although he had spent the previous day resting, he still felt the need for another "mental health day." However, today, the man had customers. He probably wouldn't have gotten a grant if he had gone to the conference yesterday, he knew that. Why on earth did Stan think he was depressed in the first place? Clients, on the other hand, could actually bring in some money. He guessed he'd just have to man up.

Eric Cartman was hungry. It was morning after all, where was his breakfast? "Mommy!" He called angrily. "I need food!" He burst open the door to her room: Nobody in there. He growled. She was probably out gallivanting with some old geezer only interested in her tramp ass. This happened frequently and although she always had a place here because of her awesome cooking skills, Eric did not appreciate waking up hungry to no food. He had no idea how to navigate the kitchen, and honest the thought scared him a bit. He had a maid, but… her job was to be stereotypically French and clean. Besides that, he had another hoe.

"Wendy!" He called, automatically sneering as he yelled her name. When she didn't answer immediately, he fled across the house, down the stairs, across the hallways unitl he was directly at her door. He banged irately. He was not a man who liked to be ignored.

The lady's eyelids launched open when she heard the man call her name. Shit. She scrambled to the dresser, trying to change as quickly as possible while her employer banged on the door.

"Just a minute!" she snapped. "I'm getting-"

The door slammed open. The furrow in the thick man's eyes eased, and his eyes widened. His assistant hadn't a shirt on. She looked back at her employer, completely horrified, not even bothering to cover her pert breasts.

It was Cartman that broke the silence. It had started with a "pfft." Then it escalated to a giggle. Finally, it became his usual, all out maniacal laugh. He was practically rolling on the floor. Wendy grimaced, finally pulling a shirt on.

"Now that you're finished being a hoe, Wendy, make me some breakfast, I feel in the mood for some—Eh! Don't throw things at me!"

It was at this moment that Kenny slunk into the house. He had finished his work. It was time. Using his henchman instincts, he was able to find his master with ease. He was quite shocked however, at what he saw. Wendy was on top of Carman! It soon became apparent they were just fighting as usual—although the bed was a strange place to do it.

Kenny cleared his throat, calling attention to himself. The two turned and Wendy slipped off the scientist. She adjusted herself bashfully. Kenny pointed to the bag.

"We'll see you in the lab at Eight PM exactly, hoe." The two left Wendy to her own devices, and she too began to wonder what was really going on in the Cartman house.

O-O-O

Eight PM finally rolled around, and the lady made her way to the lab: up the staircase, down the hall, through Eric's room and finally through the bookcase. Eric's room was filthy, the girl noticed. She'd have to talk to Bebe about that. The lady pulled on Eric's diary, which whirled the bookcase around, (a little faster than she had anticipated) and caused her to stumble unto the unnecessary slide Eric had put in. He was such a child sometimes.

"You're late, ho." Eric chimed, not looking up from the blonde corpse on the table. He was hard at work placing the neurons of the corpse's brain in place. Wendy never knew what she thought of Eric's work. One the one hand, revitalizing human tissue was an extraordinary science. One the other hand, it was positively insane to try. If anybody could do it though, she was sure it was him. She had been with them in those late hours of the night researching. He had studied endlessly. He was, if possible, over-prepared.

He motioned her right over to the platform, and as if on schedule, it began to thunder.

"Right on time, Kahl," he murmured. The scientists ordered Kenny to begin to lift the platform up into the sky. Wendy steadied herself, holding on to the operating table. Cartman snickered, and she glared at the man. He seemed to be posing, almost: completely balanced, both hands on his waist, looking up towards the sky… he was a man on a mission.

They finally clanked their way to the very top.

Kenny grumbled; glad to be finished. The pullies and levers helped to relieve the stress on his back, but these people were still extremely heavy. One day he would end up with a hunchback. He doubted Bebe would like that. The expected lighting struck, and for once, they were all glad for Kyle's punctuality. Kenny heard a scream (probably from Wendy) and a wicked cackle. He quickly pulled them down and the platform slammed to the ground.

Wendy, it appeared was hyperventilating. She ran off to the side. The corpse suddenly sat up. Kenny gasped, although he only saw the back of his head. He heard the childish voice ring out clearly and distinctly as it could. "Hiya guys, nice to meet you. I'm Butters!"

Eric's smile dropped from his face. This was not the way the procedure was supposed to go.