Just a random one here that very slightly hints at something about Kenny that even he doesn't know.

Kenny wasn't surprised to wake up and find Brooke playing with Karen in the next room. He was, however, very surprised to see that Lucy was also here. He had passed by Karen's room on the way to the kitchen; the door was open, and he stopped and walked back upon realizing that Lucy was there. He leaned back to look in the room.

Brooke and Karen were sitting at Karen's little plastic table and playing with dolls. Lucy, on the other hand, was standing up, examining the room, and looking highly uncomfortable. "Oh," she noticed him in the doorway. "Hello, Kenneth."

"Uh, hi. What are YOU doing here?"

"I just came to speak with Karen," she explained. She glanced around the room again. "Eh, so…this is…where you live."

"No," Karen smiled and pointed towards the hall. "Kenny lives in THAT room. This is MY room. And the rats live in the walls!"

Lucy made a surprised, disgusted face but quickly hid it away. "Ah, I…see. How very…unsanitary." She was standing more towards the center of the room, clearly trying to avoid touching anything.

"What…were you talking to Karen about?" He asked suspiciously.

"She was asking about my Guardian Angel," Karen smiled. "I drew her a picture of him!"

He blinked at her then looked back at Lucy. "Oh…uh, what – what did you guys think?"

"I think Karen has a great future in the art industry," Brooke said.

"Thank you!" the younger girl beamed at the compliment.

"Yes," Lucy said. "As for the character – angel – itself…" She glanced back at Karen. "Well, I've yet to develop a proper opinion or, um, thought on it. Though, I do like the colors."

"Oh," he said. "Cool. Uh," he looked at Brooke. "What about you?"

"Hm?" She looked over at him. "Reminds me of a classic reaper… Or the Riddler."

"Riddler?" he winced. "What?"

She laughed at the squeak in his voice, and he quickly cleared his throat.

"Yes, well," Lucy straightened her coat. "As…lovely as this visit was, I really MUST be going now. At least there aren't any cockroaches…" she muttered the last bit under her breath as she walked past Kenny to leave.

Brooke stretched and sighed. "I should get going, too."

"Aw," Karen said, "but you've only been here an hour. You always stay longer! Sometimes you even sleep here!"

Brooke bent forward and patted Karen's head. "But today, I have important things to do. Don't worry, I'll come back tomorrow if you want."

"Yes, please!"

She laughed. "Okay. We can play all day tomorrow. Bye-bye!"

"Bye!"

Brooke left the room, pressing and dragging her fingers along Kenny's back, just above his waist, as she passed behind him. "Bye, Kenny."

He shivered from the touch and blushed at her tone. "Uh, b-bye!" That was new, he thought.

Brooke found Lucy waiting for her outside. Although Lucy was still obviously displeased with being in a junkyard full of broken glass, she was noticeably more relaxed now that she was outside of the house. "I feel terrible about it," Lucy told her, "but I hated every second in there!" She looked highly upset with herself. "Princess! How can you feel so comfortable there!?"

She shrugged. "Lucy, some of the monsters we look after are mangy, disease-ridden, and or just downright disgusting."

"Yes, but unlike you, I prefer to…keep my distance."

Brooke chuckled.

…

Kenny, Kyle, Stan, and Darren had met up at the park after lunch to play a game of basketball. Cartman joined them at one point, though he received a very threatening look from Darren first before they accepted him into the game. There were very few people at the park this Saturday, despite the nice weather, so the boys had the run of most of it. It wasn't until Kenny went to shoot the ball that something happened.

A banshee had suddenly appeared, perching itself atop the goal. In the split moment that it had appeared, it snatched the ball in its jaws then tossed it up and caught it with the end of its long tail, balancing it at the tip. It stared down at them with pink orbs for eyes.

"Well, what do we have here?" Her voice was familiar. It was the female banshee they had met in Brooke's castle. "If it isn't the little mutt!"

"Rat boy, mutt, make up your mind," Kenny said. "Actually, fuck off!"

"Who the hell is that?" Cartman pointed.

"A banshee called Cassidy," Stan explained. "We met her at Brooke's castle. She seems to have a serious beef with Kenny for some reason."

"Wait, wait, wait…you guys went to the castle…without me?"

"We were trying to make Brooke feel better after YOU pissed her off!" Darren snapped at him.

"…fair enough."

"Give us the ball back, Cassidy," Kyle said.

She tossed the ball up a few times, catching it with the very end of her long, thin tail every time. After a few tosses, she eyed them with a grin and suddenly chucked the ball hard at them. Kyle gasped and dodged out of the way, but the ball didn't seem meant for him anyway. It hit Kenny hard in the chest and knocked him down. He sat there for a while, stunned and winded, before Darren and Stan were able to help him to his feet.

"Dude, what the hell!?" Stan said. "What's your problem with Kenny!?"

"HAha!" She leaned forward and snarled at them, "That little rat doesn't deserve the attention he gets from the Princess! She has better people to bother with than some filthy little, dirt-poor, fool!"

"I hope she doesn't think she's better people," Cartman muttered to Darren. "Because she's a bitch."

"Seriously," Darren agreed.

"Doesn't Brooke like rats, though?" Kyle mentioned.

Stan pointed up at the banshee. "Quit being a jerk and get outta here before we tell Brooke or Lucy!"

She snorted. "What, too afraid to get rid of me yourselves? Ha! Even the REST of you are pathetic! You don't even know the Princess's real name!"

"Her real name?" The boys exchanged looks and shrugs.

Kenny was glaring up at her. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Soul collecting," she replied simply. "Lucky for you, I'm not allowed to fetch YOUR soul when you die. I'd tear it apart if I was," she added with a frightening hiss that caused Cartman to back away.

"Yeah, well we're not afraid of you," Stan said. "We already know that Brooke wouldn't like it if you did anything to us."

She grinned and he took a small step backwards and gulped. "I can get away with a lot more than you think."

Before they could question her further, she launched herself from the goal and pinned Kenny beneath her claws, ripping through his parka and into his chest with a vicious snarl. The others ran out of the way then stopped to stare, horrified, as the monster brought her large fangs down upon his throat and ripped the trachea out. After, she jumped away from him and turned to smugly watch him suffer and die.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Stan shouted. "She just killed Kenny!"

"You bastard!" Kyle screamed.

"Oh, hell naw!" Cartman took off as fast as he could. "That crazy bitch just ripped his throat out!"

Cassidy sat down and casually began to lick the blood from her arms and claws in a similar fashion to that of a cat.

"We're totally gonna tell Brooke what you just did!" Darren told her, preparing himself to run.

She huffed. "The Princess and her Advisor are currently in a meeting of the Council. By the time they return, that mutt will be back and you'll all have forgotten about it."

"Like hell!" He and the other boys ran away.

Pleased, Cassidy watched them run. It was enticing to chase them down, but too easy to catch humans. Instead, she finished cleaning herself while she watched the little purple-tinged white soul hovering near the corpse as rats swarmed and devoured it. She stopped and grinned as it said something to her.

"Go ahead," she said. "But if you do, you'd better keep a close eye on that precious little sister of yours." She chuckled as the soul shivered and burned fiercely.

A banshee with pale green eyes appeared suddenly behind the soul and carefully scooped it into her hands. "You've died again," she said in a sweet voice. "How did it happen this time?" She stared at the flickering soul in her hands for several moments then slowly looked up at the other banshee. "Cassidy? Why would you do that? This boy is -"

"I know who he is!" she snapped. "I don't care! He doesn't deserve it!"

"No," she said sadly, "he doesn't deserve THIS. Come now, little one. Let's send you off so you can return. No, the pain will go away. I promise." She swallowed the soul then vanished back below the ground.

As she was flying through the air towards the castle, the pale-eyed banshee listened to the soul swirling around in her ribcage. "Oh, you never remember any of this," she told him. "We've had this conversation many times before. Yes. I do not know why she would behave so. I must report it. Hm? You don't want me to? I'm sorry, but I have to… Because her behavior is unacceptable. What? Your sister? She can't harm her. No. Well, because YOU come back. Though, she still should not have attacked you… Do not be afraid. Ah, we're here. Farewell."

.

Kenny was awoken in the night to the sound of something crashing and flailing around across the hall. Startled, he jumped up and fell off the side of his bed onto the floor. He heard a shout. "Karen!?" He ran out of his room, not bothering to grab his pants or coat, and threw open the door to her room. No one was there. "Fuck! Karen!?"

.

Lucy was so startled by the sudden banging on her door that she yelped and dropped the book she was reading. She quickly jumped to her feet and stared at the door. "Wha- Who is that!?"

"Lucy!" She recognized the voice on the other side. "Lucy, help!"

"Kenneth?" She opened the door and gasped. "Kenneth! You're…indecent."

He was only wearing underwear, but was too frantic to acknowledge it. "Lucy! I can't find Karen! Cassidy did something to her, I know it! Oh god! What if she killed her!?"

"Cassidy?" Lucy suddenly looked rather agitated. "She knows better than to do that!" She grabbed her coat and exited the shed. "I'll fetch Brooke and we can get to the bottom of this."

"Dude," Darren yelled down from his window. "What's with the shouting? …And why are you running around in your underwear?"

"Cassidy did something with Karen!"

"Oh, god damnit!" Darren closed his window and went downstairs to join him in the next yard.

About as soon as he stepped foot in the yard, Brooke kicked open her front door, looking furious. "I've had ENOUGH of that banshee!" she was shouting. "I TOLD Quinzel! This is the LAST. FUCKING. STRAW!"

"Princess, please," Lucy said behind her. "Language."

"AMORA!"

The pale-eyed banshee immediately appeared before her and lowered her head. "I'm here, Princess."

"Amora! You're the one in charge of Kenny's soul when he dies, so you must be able to sniff out Karen's?"

"Yes, I could easily identify it."

"Do it. NOW!"

The banshee didn't seem bothered by her demanding, angry tone. Instead, she bowed again then pulled her body free of the ground. Amora sniffed and looked around a bit, standing up on her hind legs to catch a better scent. "The only pure white soul in the whole town," she said. "I've got it." She held her tail out towards them and Brooke and Lucy reached out to touch it.

Darren and Kenny exchanged looks before hurrying over to grab the tail, too. "Oh, sweet!" Darren said as they were now in someone else's backyard. "Banshees can poof people, too!"

"Where are we?" Kenny asked.

"This is…" Amora sniffed. "Jimmy's backyard."

Lucy suddenly transformed into her beast form, startling Darren and Kenny, then snarled and bolted behind the shed. They heard snarling and growling as she wrestled something down out of sight then dragged the banshee out by her neck. She dropped Cassidy and pinned her down by pressing a large paw on her back and the banshee hacked something out of her mouth.

Amora stepped forward and picked up the small object. It looked like a glass ball, about the size of a tennis ball. "Here she is."

"What!?" Kenny ran over to see. There was a tiny version of the little girl inside of the ball, looking very frightened. "What did she do to her!?"

"Fear not," Amora told him kindly. "It is a simple, harmless spell." She ran one of her claws along the ball and it split, a white light shinning from it until Karen had suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Ugh," she shook her head. "What happened? How did I get here?"

"Karen!" Kenny hugged her.

"Kenny? What's going on?" She looked at the werewolf pinning the skeleton monster down, then looked up at the other monster standing behind her. "What? Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, little one," Amora said. She lowered her head and gently nudged Karen's cheek. "It's only a bad dream due to the spoiled dinner you ate. Go back to sleep."

"Oh…" she yawned and suddenly felt very drowsy. "Okay…"

"Banshees have magic sleep powers, too?!" Darren said. He winced as Brooke and Amora both shushed him. "Sorry…"

"W-What the fuck is going on?" Jimmy was peering down at them from a window. "Kenny? Why are you n-n-n-naked? And what the fuck are t-those things? Why are you all in my y- in my-my- in my yard?"

"Uh-oh," Brooke said.

A Guard appeared behind him in the window. "Huh?" He turned in time for it to grab him by his head and lift him.

"MEMORY ERASURE IN PROGRESS! ERASING! ERASING! ERASING!"

"Sorryyyy!" Brooke called then turned and walked over to Cassidy. "Now, YOU! I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I've had ENOUGH! Amora told me what you did to Kenny, and now THIS?! You're going in the wall!"

"Um, what is 'the wall'?" Darren asked.

"But Princess -"

"QUIET!"

Cassidy flinched and shut her mouth. The Guard from upstairs suddenly appeared through a vortex next to them. Lucy stepped aside as it reached down and grabbed the banshee by the shoulders. "YOU HAVE COMMITTED AN ACT OF TREASON AGAINST THE PRINCESS! YOUR PUNISHMENT…"

"One-hundred years in the wall," Brooke said.

"ONE-HUNDRED YEARS IN THE WALL!" the armor echoed then walked back into the vortex with the banshee in hand.

Lucy changed back into her human form and dusted herself off calmly, while Brooke took in a deep, calming breath. "Okay," Brooke walked over to Kenny, who was now carrying a sleeping Karen. "Sorry about that. She's only recently started with that awful behavior. I don't know why she's so angry."

"Y-Yeah…"

"A good timeout in the wall will cool her down. No banshee likes the wall."

"Again," Darren said, "what is the wall?"

She ignored him and grabbed the back of Kenny's head, gently pulling him closer and pressing her cheek against his. Stunned, he stood there awkwardly as his face heated up. "Goodnight," she said quietly then let him go and walked away.

"What…was that?" he asked as Lucy passed.

"Hm? Oh, the Princess has a tendency to do that to apologize sometimes. It's actually a werewolf habit." She blushed a little. "I suppose she picked it up from me when we were younger. Another habit she picked up is pressing foreheads together."

"What does that mean?" Darren asked.

"That's a monster habit in general. A show of affection. Anyways, Amora will take you back to your homes. And rest assured that Cassidy will no longer be a problem."

"Okay, but like, what is the wall?"

"It's like timeout, but for banshees. It involves shoving them into a wall near the bathrooms. Their heads poking out on one side and their bodies on the other. It's highly uncomfortable and terribly boring."

"The fuck?"

To be continued…