Out of all holidays you had to celebrate each year, Halloween was by far one of your favourites. Sure, Hanukkah was up there, no doubt, especially considering all the free gifts— but.. really, was getting the same old gifts each year truly that fun? You'd said it yourself a few times; it was a little repetitive.

But Halloween?

Halloween was pretty hard to fuck up.

Going out with friends, dressing up, eating junk food, watching scary movies— the whole shtick was pleasant. However, finding costumes for four people each year was a little tricky. You and your friends had opted to go as Mario characters one year, Avengers the next, and so on and so forth.

But by now you had sort of run out of ideas. Costumes became more niche and unrecognizable. TV classic quadruples wasn't exactly common. This year, they had practically given up, deciding to go as spy-agents of some kind. Basic black suits, sunglasses, making your hair all fancy— it was easy, simple, and relatively cheap considering you all already owned proper clothing.

Cartman on the other hand, found it boring as shit.

And apparently, he needed to prove this.

On Halloween night, the four of you all met up in costume—

—Cartman had on a slip-on silky black dress and was wearing a surprisingly realistic female wig.

"..What the fuck," Stan broke the silence that had fallen over the three.

"What? I dressed up," Cartman shrugged.

"Like a chick?! Why?? We were supposed to be matching!"

"I am matching, you stupid hippie!" Cartman argued, putting his hands on his hips. "I'm like, the bitch one of the agents eventually falls for. There's one in almost every spy movie."

You stared at him, frozen. What was he thinking? Better yet, why were you blushing?