(Kricia, You’re Tricia Tucker!!)

Karen’s family wasn’t the best. Her parents were always arguing, often hitting each other or one of her siblings. Her oldest brother, Kevin, didn’t talk to her much. But Kenny was always there for her.

Today, though, something happened. Her parents were outed for running a drug lab in their backyard, allegedly, and taken away. She and her siblings would be going to a foster home, which meant leaving behind South Park.

Karen, being just a confused, scared child, began to cry. She clung to her dolls and was just confused on what was happening.

Her brothers still had to pack their things, which gave her some hours left to say goodbye. She immediately went to the Tucker household.

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Karen carefully climbed up the front steps, sniffling. She gently rang the doorbell, clutching her doll Kenny gifted her tightly.

She waited patiently for one of the Tucker’s to open the door, so she could see Tricia.

Tricia had been there for her most of the time, often when guardian Angel wasn’t. She found comfort in the other girl, and maybe had a tiny crush on her.

Karen stood outside, until the door swung open.