"Collected Drabbles"
by JVM-SP150
GOOD (Cartman&Karen)
Karen McCormick always held a small friendship to Eric Cartman, her brother's best friend, if only in name. She sympathized with his unpopularity, they both enjoyed tea parties, and playing with dolls. Not that he'd admit to any of that, but occasionally she got him to play a few games, until her brother escorted him away and told her how dangerous he was. But that one moment of weakness had resonated with her...
She'd seen him crying outside on his lawn of his house, messy brown hair spilling over his face, pudgy hands in his eyes as tears rolled down his face. Karen approached him, biting her lip, holding her stuffed animal, "Hi..."
"W-what the hell d'you want?" Cartman raised his face, glaring just a little, "Can't you see ahm busy?" The fat boy said, trying to hide his reddened, crying face. Karen looked down,
"Are you crying, Eric?" she asked quietly, "It's okay to cry..." she told him, "My daddy always said crying was for pussies, but sometimes when he and mommy fight I hear him cry. And my mommy cries, too, sometimes. And me too. Everyone cries."
He looked at her, then sighed, "Look, go away, okay? I-I've just been through a really tough tahm..." he sniffed, before noticing the doll in her hand, "You like dolls, huh?" Karen nodded. Cartman looked down, "Stay hyah for a second." he turned around and went inside. Karen waited patiently as he came back out with a very damaged doll.
"Who is this?" Karen asked. She never treated her toys as objects - they were like people to her. They were not things, they were friends.
"P-Polly Prissy Pants..." Cartman said quietly, "J-just... take good care of it, okay?" he told her quickly, as if trying to shut himself up. "Ahm done with stuffed animals. Dumb toys..." he said, before sighing one more time, "Now get your poor ass away from meh." Cartman glared at her as he went into the house. Karen looked down, then walked home, now with two dolls. Ever since then, she'd always believed, no, always known there was good in him, as intolerable as he could be.
There was good in everybody, somewhere.