You, Kenny McCormick, and your best friend, Marjorine Stotch, were chilling in her room. Her parents had gotten divorced and her dad had remarried to a dude and finally bettered himself, so she was allowed to be her authentic self. Which was an autistic bisexual trans girl with an addiction to Squishmellows, apparently. Meanwhile, you still hated your home life (except for your sister, of course), so you would come over to her’s whenever you could. Right now she was showing you her new mini Squishmellow set she had saved up to get, and you were intently listening as she read the tag’s description of each one. Well, until you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. You leaned a bit and startled as you saw… A plushie of you??