"Collected Drabbles"

by JVM-SP150

SLASH (Kenny&Karen)

Karen McCormick was crying into her pillow. She was a pretty, sweet girl with lighter brown hair, blue eyes and fair skin, besides the occasional dirt and bruises. It was Christmas Eve and once again, her parents were fighting over something stupid. She hated seeing them like this - she loved both her parents, and every time she saw them arguing and fighting, it made her sick to her stomach. She clutched the pillow and let the tears soak her object of comfort, for the moment. All of this stopped when she heard her window move. She looked up and stopped crying, "Hello, Guardian Angel. It's been a while."

"Hello Karen." Mysterion reported, crouched in her window, looking down, gloved hands gripping the window frame to help keep himself up, "I know, I'm sorry..." But you're growing up and I can't keep doing this your whole life... Mysterion sighed. "Are you all right?" he asked. It felt like a stupid question, yet he felt obligated to ask.

"I'm fine..." she looked down, tears still rolling down her cheeks, "Can you answer me something, Guardian Angel? A really adult question?"

Mysterion raised an eyebrow, "You know you can ask me anything." he replied, "What is it you'd like to know?"

"Is there really a Vunter Slaush?" Karen asked quietly, "I heard when my mommy and daddy were fighting, mommy said there's no such thing... she said daddy needs to stop trying to lie to me about it, that I'm too smart for that kind of thing... there's... there's really a Vunter Slaush, right?"

Mysterion looked down. This wasn't the kind of talk he should be having with his sibling. This should be a child and an adult conversing. But since when did his family function normally? He looked at her blue eyes, full of innoence and sweetness. She was not corrupt the way he and his friends had been at her age, "Karen, that's a difficult question to answer." he told her, "Slash exists but he's... not what you think he is. He's not just a man who plays music and delivers presents. He's..." he thought carefully, ""He's a feeling, inside everyone of us."

"I don't understand..." Karen looked down, gripping her teddy bear tightly. Mysterion sighed - this wasn't his cup of tea, but God knows his parents didn't know shit.

"Slash is about more than just music and presents. He's about that warm feeling in your heart. The feeling when you give somebody else something and they're... happy. And it's because of you. It's a feeling inside everyone one of us... except Eric Cartman... and that's what Slash and Santa Claus and Christmas time are really all about... presents."

"So Slash is real then?" Karen smiled and Mysterion nodded, "Thanks, Guardian Angel... you always help things make more sense." she smiled. Mysterion smiled as well,

"Anytime... I have to be going now. Good night, Karen." Mysterion hopped down from the window, glad he was able to comfort her, even if his explanation wasn't the highest quality.

"Wait!" he turned, Karen standing in the window, "I just wanted to say... merry Christmas."