Author's Note: Hey guys! Personal shout out to Stizzy and The Yoshinator! Thanks for reading and following and I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story! This is rather short to move things along and kinda give things a juxtaposition. The culprit does have a point! Also, be expecting some Kyman next chapter and less of Kable! ~Alizarin.

Fable was forced to stay up most of the evening in Kyle's fear she had a concussion. But after getting some food in her, she felt better. He ended up crashing around midnight and she took the liberty of sneaking in a cat nap before their alarm went off. Base on their schedule with Ike, Kyle took a twenty minute shower and brushed his teeth while Fable used the empty room to change into a plaid skirt, silky blouse, and glittery pantyhoses. She was shoving her feet into boots when Kyle reentered in jeans and his usual orange and green jacket with his hair tucked into his hat. There was a ten minute interlude in which the steamy bathroom was hers.

Brushing her teeth was easy but her makeup was a no-go with the steamy mirror. Kyle assured her she looked good anyway and they went downstairs as Ike took a shower. Sheila smiled at them. "Good morning you two! Fable, Gerald is taking your paperwork to the mayor this afternoon and we should hear back at dinner. Now, eat you two."

"Thank you, Mrs. Broflovski, for everything." Fable was shushed and the curvy woman made sure all three of her children had breakfast before waving them off. Kyle and Ike piled in the van but it was a nice morning so Fable decided to walk.

"Be safe, Fable." Kyle said as he pulled out.

"Always am, Kyle."

The van disappeared and she walked quietly, left with her thoughts but not for long. Soon enough, Kenny jogged up to her with a lopsided grin that had her smiling back. "Hey, Fabs."

"Uh," She slowed her pace and gave him a weird look. "Fabs?"

"Yeah, I know, it's stupid. Karen said you should get a nickname and that's what she came up with." He admitted with a smaller smirk. "I'll never use it again, promise."

Fable thought for a second, walking next to him so their arms brushed. "No, it's fine. I like it."

His blue eyes narrowed, "You're just saying that to make her happy, aren't you?"

"Hey, she has to put up with Kare-bear." She teased back.

"Touche." They shared a smile and walked into the high school building.

Kenny kept up with her as she walked to her locker, both acknowledging the various greetings from friends. Fable saw it first. The runny black letters glaring at her on the blue metal surface. People were milling about, hushed whispers running through the passer-bys that quickly grew louder as they realized whose locker it was. When Kenny noticed it, he grabbed Fable's hand and didn't let her stop walking. He tugged her along towards the cafeteria, ignoring the others.

She followed after him, trying not to cry as he led her to an empty classroom. "What the hell was that?" Fable wanted to scream, she wanted to throw a fit, but the words came out in a strangled whisper. "Who would do that?"

Spray painted on her locker door were the glaring words: Demon Child.

"I don't know, but I'll find out." He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her. Her shoulders shook but she remained silent.

They stayed there until she had composed herself. Her eyes were a bit bloodshot from holding back what Kenny knew were tears, but she looked relatively calm. The bell rang and, with one arm around her shoulders in a protective manner, Kenny led her out of the classroom. Kyle spotted them and quickly walked over, dragging Eric who seemed to be yelling something at one kid near the vandalized locker.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Who ever fucking did that shit will die, stupid hippe-loving asshole." Eric's rage actually touched Fable and she gave him a grateful look that quickly turned into an eyeroll as he glared passionately at her. "Ain't no one allowed to rip on you, ginger, 'cept me."

"We don't know yet. But if you guys hear anything, lemme know." Kenny answered for her as the hallways cleared. He led their group to the locker in question and then walked into the boys' bathroom, coming back with wads of damp paper towels.

Kyle took some and him and Kenny began cleaning. Eric looked down at Fable. "You okay, ginger?"

"Yeah," She gave a small nod and swallowed. "Just shook up is all."

He nodded in understanding before snickering, "Wonder who you pissed off."

"Huh?"

Kenny glanced back as well, wondering where Cartman was going with this. He was the only one who didn't know the full story of the Cult and Kenny hoped it stayed that way.

"Look, it's spray painted on a locker in a high school. Pretty immature to start out with. Another thing, only Kyle, Kenny, and I know about you mom, so 'demon child'? It's a blind statement based on your hair and clothes. The writing? A girl's. So it's gotta be someone from school you pissed off that's pretty dense."

Kyle, Kenny, and Fable just looked at him. "What? Ay! I'm smart!" Cartman glared, arms crossing over his broad chest.

"Cartman...That might be right." Fable said after a long stretch of staring. Then the gazes turned to her, the graffiti forgotten. Kenny was looking at her in confusion. "It wouldn't be the Goths, that's too conformist for them and trust me, I know. I was a goth briefly. But the only other girls I know are Wendy, Bebe, and Red."

"Wendy wouldn't do something like this," Kyle put a finger to his chin in thought as Kenny went back to cleaning. "Bebe would if she had something to gain and she doesn't. Red?"

"No, we're friends."

"Uh, maybe not." Kenny mumbled. Only Kyle heard him and the Jewish boy glanced at him in bewilderment. He cleared his throat and shook his head but knew he had to say something anyway. "Uh, Red may be mad at you."

"Why?"

Man, Kenny didn't want to answer that. He could feel her gaze burning into his back as he worked on the very stubborn M on the locker. "I may...or may not have...ah, slept with her on Halloween while drunk…"

Silence. Fuck, he was so screwed. He scrubbed the door to keep himself from looking at the expression on Fable's face. No doubt it would be painful to see. Kyle avoided looking at him and Cartman was milliseconds from laughing. He could just feel the fatass's shoulders shaking. But none of that mattered. His ears were trained on the small girl just behind him, listening for any sort of reaction.

"That's a stupid reason to be mad at me for, I didn't do anything." She sounded...normal. And for some unexplainable reason, that hurt Kenny more than the thought of her being upset did.

He merely shrugged and straightened once the locker door was cleared off. Kyle came to his rescue. "That just means she's an option, not a definite. For now, let's just get through school."

And they did. Fable pulled through the day like a champ despite constant questions thrown her way and Kenny heard that she was playing along, casually answering that she was a demon from hell. It seemed to be a small joke to help her through the day. Kenny, meanwhile, kept himself a bit aloof to hide his own emotions. He smiled less than Fable was used to but she didn't ask. Even Cartman noticed the two growing distant during school. But there wasn't much to be done about it and soon enough, the four of them were standing in front of Fable's locker after the final bell.