When he opened the door, I expected him to scream to get my white trash, dirt poor, worthless self off his porch. Countering my believes, he seemed concerned, and a feeling I've never seen cross Cartman's face appeared. Sympathy. He stumbled over the few words that came out of his mouth,"W-what happened?" he said. I motioned to the still-shaking Karen in my arms. "Dad's drunk again.." Cartman held out his arms, as if he expected me to give him Karen. I held her tighter at first, then dumped her into Cartman's arms. He looked down at her and easily carried her to the kitchen. He wiped the blood off her face and bandaged her wounds. "I didn't think you would let us in.", I admitted. Cartman looked up at me, sighed, and said,"It's not like a don't have a little trace of heart, Kennah." I nodded and he gave me back Karen. He looked at me and said,"you two are staying here tonight. My mom's out of town, and she wouldn't care nevertheless." I looked at Cartman with a sign of confusion. What happened to the asshole I call my friend? He seemed like a completely different person. He motioned me up the stairs to the guest room, handed me extra clothes for Karen, and walked back downstairs. I changed Karen into the clothes Cartman gave me and put her into bed. "Are we ever going back h-home?" she whispered. I kissed her forehead and mumbled,"Not with that asshole of a father around we aren't." she smiled for the first time in a while.I walked back downstairs only to find the same old Cartman, watching TV and shoving handfuls of Cheesy Poofs in his face. "What was that all about?" I said, sitting down on the couch next to the fat lard. "What are you talking about Kennah?" he said. "I mean..the whole..I'm not going to be an asshole tonight bit." He turned to look at me, shifted his shoulders so he was eye level and said,"do you really think I'm that bad of a person?" I nodded and he sunk back into the couch. "well get a fucking reality check." he grumbled. I watched him and said,"well, I guess I should thank you. Thanks Cartman.." "no problem", he said between bites of cheesy Poofs. I stared at the TV, until I realized that I would eventually have to go back to my house. My Mysterion costume was still there. That was my number one priority, next to Karen. "Cartman, I have to go back." I said "for what?" he yawned, closing his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again. "My..other clothes.." I whispered, embarrassed that I was going back to the hellhole for a fucking superhero costume. Cartman shrugged and said," I already got them, when you were up with Karen, got her stuff too." I stared at him, confused. He wasnt acting normal at all. Maybe he drank Some bad water, I concluded. I bounded up the stairs, and sure enough, everything I had in my closet was neatly packed in a suitcase, next to one with Karen's things. I searched through my clothes until I found a bright green question mark. I changed into it and leaped back down the stairs. I stepped in front of the tv, and modeled my outfit for Cartman. "How do I look?" I smirked, my hands on my hips. Cartman laughed. "You're such a fucking faggot Kennah." he said. I ran towards the door, and flipped Cartman off with a smile before I ran off into the night.