(Tolkenny, You’re Tolkien!!)

Kenny’s family wasn’t, well, the best. His parents were neglectful alcoholics, and even his older brother, Kevin, fought with them often. There was lots of screaming in his house. Not to mention he was as poor as a rock. His house was in shambles and there was almost never food on the table.

So, when Tolkien invited Kenny over, he gladly accepted. He’d do anything to get out of the house.

Kenny carefully rang the door after being let past the gate by the security guard. He waited patiently for either Tolkien or one of his parents to open the door, shivering slightly from the South Park cold.

Luckily for him, Mrs. Black, Tolkien’s mom, opened up the door.

She smiled warmly and welcomed Kenny inside.

“Oh, you must be Kenneth. Tolkien has told me lots about you. Tolkien is up in his room.”

Mrs. Black smiled, gesturing up the grand stairs. She went off to go do some yoga after that, leaving Kenny to venture upstairs himself.

Kenny blinked, before beginning to head up the steps, his worn out backpack on his back. He was hoping to stay the night, to get away from his parents for a bit.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, he glanced around, admiring the fancy interior, before finding Tolkien’s room.

He quickly went over and opens the door, spotting Tolkien. He smiled slightly under his orange parka and waved.

“Mmph, mm! (Hey, dude)”