As Kyle walked home, he couldn't help but get a sense of fear for Kenny and his sister. He knew Mr and Mrs McCormick had tried to take back they're daughter, and they had every right to.
But he also knew that Kenny and Karen had the worst life ever. They were poor so they couldn't afford a lot of survival necessities such as, clothes, food, water and more.
Kyle let out a sigh and continued on none the less.
Mysterion sat on the couch as he returned from another night of crime fighting. he noticed that Karen was laid a few inches away from him.
"She must have wanted to wait for me but fell asleep in the process."
Mysterion chuckled quietly and lifted Karen into his arms, he held her in a cradle gently and carried her to her bedroom.
Mysterion slowly laid Karen on her Princess bed and covered her in the blankets
but as he was about to leave he heard a small whimper come from Karen. She was having another nightmare...
She was surrounded in Darkness, she was afraid, but not for long. Her Guardian Angel appeared and held her but...
A few moments passed and she was yanked out of her angels arms by her parents whom had Red eyes, her Angel using his Angel wings to try and catch her but failing.
At last she was thrown into a Dungeon cell with her Parents having the key.
She was never to see the light of day...all because of them...
Karen was jolted awake by her worried and concerned mysterious Guardian Angel.
"Karen, how many nightmares must you have?"
Karen cried quietly feeling as though she made her Angel upset.
"I'm sorry, Guardian Angel. i didn't mean to make you mad."
Mysterion's eyes widened and took Karen into his embrace, wrapping his cape around her softly.
"No, Karen. you didn't make me mad. I'm just worried for you." Mysterion whispered.
Karen snuggled her head into Mysterion's shoulder.
"I love you, Guardian Angel."
"I love you too, Karen. i always will."
And so, they cuddled on the couch that night.
Kyle was awakened by the sound of his phone and looked to see who was calling.
It was Eric Cartman, fatso...
He answered anyway.
"What is it Fat boy?" Kyle greeted.
"Wow Kahl. is that anyway to treat your friends?"
"Cartman, it's late. we have school in the morning. Tell me what you're calling for so i can go back to sleep." Kyle demanded.
"Stan says he'd like to join you when you go to Babysit Kinny's baby sister, and why he didn't call you himself. Don't ask, he's just being his little hippie self."
"Well, i'll talk to Stan tomorrow and i'm guessing you wanna come to?" Kyle pondered.
"Eh, why not? I wanna see how-"
"Shut up fatso. I'm gonna cut you off right there, Goodnight."
Kyle hung up the phone in anger.
"We shall see how Mysterion reacts to this."
The next day continued as planned, Kyle talked to Stan and Kenny about Babysitting, Kenny seemed okay but warned Kyle if Cartman did anything to his sister, he'd make Cartman regret it and Kyle would be replaced.
Kyle knew he meant it to...
The time came where Kyle, Stan and Eric had to go watch Karen while Kenny was out on Patrol.
"Remember Cartman, if you hurt Karen in anyway. Mysterion will be after your fat butt."
"First, I'm not fat. I'm big boned. Second, i would never harm such an innocent soul." Cartman remarked.
Kyle knocked and said, "Karen, it's Kyle, i'm here to babysit you again."
Karen rushed up to get the door but when she opened it, she started to show fear.
"W-Who are they?"
"Karen, this is Stan Marsh." Kyle gestured to Stan who gave a friendly wave. "And this is Eric Cartman." Eric nodded.
"They had asked to come along and your Guardian Angel said it was okay."
Karen stepped aside and allowed the three inside.
"It's nice to meet you Karen." Stan said.
"What's up, girly?" Eric remarked.
Karen smiled shyly.
"I wanna tell you something Karen." Stan knelled in front of Karen. "I know what's it's like to be the younger sibling, I have an older sister who's always mean to me but i still love her, even if she's mean."
"Why is she mean?"
"Because she isn't very pretty and she hates it." Kyle piped.
Karen giggled at Kyles remark.
Maybe that night wouldn't be that bad...