Warning, the following story contains mentions of child abuse, drug and alcohol addiction. Viewer discretion is advised.


Another restless night, another cup of coffee. Typical for Tweek Tweak, who sat at his desk, sipping the bitter dark liquid.

Then, just faintly, he heard a noise coming from outside his bedroom. Now, Tweek was used to hearing all kinds of noises at that hour (crickets chirping, owls hooting, mice and underpants gnomes scurrying in the walls) but this was different and as it got closer, he realized what it was. It was the sound of sirens.

He rushed to the window, opened it, looked outside and he saw police cruisers, sirens filling the crisp night air with their blaring sound, blue and red lights reflecting off the flesh snow on the ground. They were barreling down the street and soon, parking right in front of his house.

With their cars parked, police officers got out and two of them walked to the front door, one ringing the doorbell. "Open up, this is the police!" the other officer yelled, banging on the door.

Mr. Tweak opened it, with Mrs. Tweak right behind him. "Can I…help you officers?" Mr. Tweak asked.

"You two are under arrest." the officer who rang the doorbell said.

"What?! Why? On what charges?" Mr. Tweak demanded.

"You two are suspected of lacing your store's coffee with crystal meth and selling it to your customers."

There was a sharp intake of breath from farther in the house. All four adults turned towards it and saw Tweak at the bottom of the stairs, trembling and staring wide eyed at them.

"Tweek! Tweek, you know mommy and I would never do something like that, right? You know us!" Mr. Tweak frantically tried to reassure his son.

"Save it for downtown." The second officer said, grabbing Mr. Tweak's arm and pulling him towards the door. The first officer grabbed Mrs. Tweak by the arm and both Tweak's were lead outside. "No, please! We're innocent, innocent I tell you! Tweek, you have to believe us!" Mrs. Tweak cried out.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?" the first officer said.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."

Tweek repeated to himself, watching his parents being taken away. He was trembling more now and he was starting to cry.

A third officer appeared in the doorway. "Son, you have to come with us too. We need to ask you a few questions."

"Oh God." was all Tweek could say as he was lead outside, where he was greeted with the sight of most of the neighborhood in front of his house. Yes indeed, there was quite a crowd, among whom was Craig, who was frantically pushing and shoving his way though it.

"Please, let me through, I need to see Tweek! Move, damn it!" When he got through, he shouted in the direction of several police officers. "Hey, hey you!" An officer turned to face him. Craig continued, "Yeah you there, just what the hell is going on here? Why are you arresting Mr. and Mrs. Tweak? Where are you taking Tweek?"

The officer explained to Craig and the crowd at large, "Mr. and Mrs. Tweak have been accused of mixing a highly dangerous and illegal drug called crystal meth into their store's coffee."

The crowd gasped. Craig could only say, "What?!"

"They're suspected of sneaking drugs into their coffee and selling it to their customers."

"Tweek drinks their coffee!" Craig blurted out. It was the first thing that had come to his mind.

"What?!" Now it was the officer's turn to be shocked.

"I-It's true. Their son, Tweek, drinks the coffee from his parent's store every day. Ask him."

The officer ran to the police cruiser where Tweek was sitting in the back seat, staring ahead. "Boy, I just heard that you drink your parent's coffee every day. Is this true?" the officer asked him. Tweek didn't bother to turn his head as he said barely above a whisper, "It's true."


Craig and the rest of his family had to go to the police station to answer questions, with Craig giving most of the answers. He told the police everything he could, about Tweek and his parents and their fixation with coffee that they pushed onto their son, by making him drink it day and night. How they insisted that the reason Tweek was so nervous and shook all the time was because he had ADD and not because he was a little boy who drank more coffee everyday than most adults. All of which was backed up not only by Craig's family but also Tweek and Craig's friends and acquaintances and bunch of other people who loved the two boys yaoi art as well.

When the anonymous tip had told the police about Tweek's parents and their meth coffee, they had also given a location where the police would find where the Tweaks had bought said meth. Which turned out to be inside a meth lab inside the McCormick family garage.

Mr. and Mrs. McCormick were arrested for renting their garage out to the meth heads who operated the lab and Kenny and his siblings were taken away by Child Services.

On the morning news, the chief of police gave the early details of the case and asked the people of South Park for a favor. "If you have drank coffee from Tweek Bros. within the last five days, please come to Hell's Pass Hospital to get tested for crystal meth inside your system. These tests have already been done on the Tweak's son and the more people tested, the better. This is vital to the investigation and you would be doing this town a great service." Many Tweek Bros. customers agreed to the tests.

That afternoon, after much questioning, Craig was allowed to see Tweek at the hospital, where he was being monitored in case he showed signs of crystal meth withdrawal.

Police had told Craig the basics about withdrawal, that it was the body's reaction to missing something it had become dependant on, like drugs, and that withdrawal symptoms for crystal meth were very serious. Hence why Tweek was being monitored.

Craig walked into the hospital room, where he found Tweek laying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought.

"Hey Tweek."

Tweek, stirred from his thoughts, looked Craig's way. "Craig!" Tweek hopped off the bed and the two boys met in the middle of the room to hug.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you." Tweek said with the beginnings of tears in his eyes. "Ditto." Craig responded, misty eyed himself.

"This has been such a horrible day." Tweek said, clinging to his friend.

"I can't even imagine what you're going through." Craig responded, squeezing back.

The two boys hugged for a bit, pulled away, "Do…do you want to talk about it? I know I'm not the best with this kind of stuff but…" Craig asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes…yes, let's talk." Tweek responded.

Both boys hopped up on the bed and got comfortable.

Tweek took a deep breath before speaking. "I…I need to tell you something and this may seem, at first, like it has nothing to do with anything, but I promise you, it does."

"Okay, shoot." Craig said, confused.

"Craig, do you remember when we played Stick of Truth?"

"Yeah." Craig said, even more confused.

"Well, Butters and that Douchebag kid, you remember them right?"

Craig nodded and Tweek continued.

"Well, they were sent to pick me up to play with everyone but I had too many chores at the coffee shop that day. Than I thought, maybe they could help me with one of them so I could get off work sooner. So I sent them to pick up the special ingredients for my family's coffee at Kenny's house."

Craig thought to himself, "Wait, Kenny's house? As in, where your parents were suspected of getting meth from?"

"They got the ingredients and I got off work in time to go play but...you wanna know what Butters told me happened during their delivery? The people who made the special ingredients…attacked them."

"What?"

"They attacked because they thought Butters and Douchebag were, in Butter's words, 'Keps'."

"Keps?"

"That's what he said he heard. When I asked him further, he said that he thought that maybe 'Keps' were their business rivals who also made the special ingredients, that maybe they, for some reason, thought that he and Douchebag were working for the 'Keps'?"

"I don't know, I... I wanted to believe that and just stay out of it but...there was this nagging feeling in the back of my head that just... wouldn't leave me alone and it made me start thinking and...the more I thought...the more the whole operation seemed...off. Just...everything from the 'special ingredients' to the fact it was being made in someone's garage to the fact that the people making said ingredients attacked two little kids for God's sake. And…and thinking…'Keps' kinda sounded like…" Tweek paused, swallowed a lump in his throat. "…cops. And yet…I kept quiet about it all and just let Butters believe in the whole 'rival business', and told him not to mention it to anyone else."

Craig suddenly shouted, "Well he sure as fuck didn't tell me or anyone else anything it seems like, just like you didn't tell me or the police or anyone for that matter!"

"Craig…"

"I don't understand. Why…why didn't you say something sooner!?"

"I was afraid! Afraid that no one would believe me or if they did believe me and it turned out that my parents were innocent and it was just me being paranoid, like always! Or…or that it was true, that my parents really were doing what I thought they were doing…that they really were mixing something bad into their coffee. That would mean that not only they were tricking their customers into drinking it but me too."

Tweek paused, closed his eyes, and turned away from Craig.

"Tweek?" Craig's tone had softened. He could have sworn he could see his friend shudder then, just ever so slightly.

After a moment and before Craig could think of what to say or do, Tweek opened his eyes, and turned back to Craig.

"I was afraid for myself too. I didn't want my parents to be arrested and me being taken away from you and all our friends. I didn't want to lose my home and end up in a place like Kenny and Cartman did. Do you remember? That one time when they were taken away by Child Services and when they got back what they told us about the foster home they stayed in?"

Craig did remember. It was when Kenny's parents and Cartman's mother were arrested for operating meth labs (the McCormick's was real; Ms. Cartman's wasn't). Cartman and the McCormick children were sent to live with an agnostic couple (the Weatherheads) who severely punished feelings of certainly, which included being chained to a wall and hosed down with Dr. Pepper. Though tattling, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and a very stupid Child Services worker, all the children were sent back to their families.

Now both boys knew not all foster/adoptive parents were abusive. While nowhere near perfect, Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski clearly loved their adoptive son Ike just as much as their birth son Kyle. It was just that, being in the foster care system was a game of chance; one never knew whether they would get Broflovskis or Weatherheads.

"Yes, I remember. I remember how horrible they described it." Craig answered.

"Then can you see why I didn't want to take the chance of ending up somewhere like that? Get Kenny's parents in trouble too since this shit was going on at their house and possibly put him and his siblings though all of that shit all over again? They don't deserve that."

Craig didn't say anything.

"Do you understand now? Why I kept quiet about all this?" Tweek asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm starting too…I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"It's okay. You're just learning all of this today. It's a lot to take in all at once."

"There's just one thing though." Craig thought for a moment before continuing. "Before today, you didn't say anything to anyone about any of this? Not even to….Kenny? I mean, you were at his house a lot, did you two see each other while you were there?"

"Yes, sometimes we would see each other at a distance but we never talked. We never talked about those pick-ups at all. What happened at his house, stayed at his house."

"He had to have known something, right? His parents use drugs, he had a meth lab in his house before, surely he would have known if there was another one, right?"

"He had to."

"Then how…how do you feel about that?"

Tweek sighed. "If he knew something was going on and kept quiet about it, then I'm sure it was because, like me, he was just a scared kid caught in the middle of his parent's bullshit schemes and I can't be mad at him for that." Tweek paused, "What about you though, how do you feel?"

Craig took a moment before answering. "If he knew… if he knew that you were walking right into a meth lab all this time…if he knew that and didn't even try to talk to you about it, didn't even try to warn you…." Craig's voice dropped to barely above a whisper and took on a different tone. "I'd be angry. I'd be angry as all hell."

Tweek could see Craig's hands balling up into fists, jaw clenched, brows knot together, eyes glaring past Tweek, no doubt at whom it was directed towards.

"If you get the chance, you think you and Kenny should talk."

"What?!"

Craig looked dumbfounded at his friend.

Tweek continued on.

"All I'm asking is that before you go and kick his ass, you should at least give him a chance to explain himself."

Craig didn't respond.

"You don't have to be all kum ba yah about it, just hear him out, listen to his side of things."

Craig looked Tweek dead in the eyes.

"You're really want me to talk to him that badly?"

"I would like that, yes."

Craig sighed. "…I'll try."

"Thank you." Tweek said sincerely, then added in a less tone, "And heck, if you really want to, you could always beat him up afterwards."

Nether boy knew what else to say so they turned their attention towards the window and watched the snow fall outside it.

After a few minutes of silence, Craig felt a pressure on his shoulder and turned to see Tweek leaning on him. Tweek let out a big yawn, than said, "Sorry, I'm just…really tired."

"It's fine, it has been a long day." Craig said.

Truth be told, the contact didn't bother Craig in the slightest bit.

What did bother him was the look of pure exhaustion in Tweek's eyes, which were fighting to stay open.

Just then, the door opened and a nurse popped her head into the room. "Alright, it's time to go Craig. Tweek needs to get some sleep."

The two boys said their goodbyes, which included one more hug before Craig was lead out of the room.