(Kenman, you’re Kenny! TW: BRIEF MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH, LONG INTRO, HINTED MENTAL ISSUES)

Whenever Cartman got overwhelmed or went through one of his episodes, he’d go into hiding.

He had this spot under his stairs, he called it his “safe space”. No one knew about it besides him and his best friend, Kenny McCormick.

Today was just a shitty day in general. Didn’t help his cat ran away and was found dead. Eric just felt like shit in general. He just wanted to curl up and cry. He really fucking missed his cat.

After he dropped off his bag in his room, he immediately went down under the basement stairs.

Eric carefully climbed into the rather spacious area. He’s been building this place up for a few months now.

He had a small nightlight, a stash of snacks, and the place was absolutely covered in pillows and blankets. This was his safe haven. Where he could do anything without judgement.

A few hours of so passed, and Eric probably fell asleep. He bolted awake once there was a soft knock on the door though. He could guess who it was — the only other person who knew about this safe space.

“Come in..”

Eric called quietly, his voice likely hoarse and a bit raspy. He’s been crying a bit, evident by the tears streaks running down his chubby cheeks and his slightly puffy eyes.