It was a quiet night outside in South Park. Anywhere you go, silence. Tom's Rhinoplasty; silent, Stark's pond; silent. It's a peaceful nightexcept for one twelve-year old boy.

Tweek Tweak suffers from ADD since he was only six. No amount of medication doctors prescribed had any effect and all the coffee his parents give him is not quite helping either.

Tweek's parents are out of town for a coffee convention in Denver for the weekend and left Tweek by himself thinking he can take of himself, but you should never leave him alone. His paranoiawould worsen. He would start seeing things, hearing things or sometimes both.

This night Tweek is suffering from voices in his head. They would say things like "No one likes you." "Everyone thinks you're a freak."

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE!"

No matter how much Tweek yells the voices don't leave.

"You're a pathetic human being of a man..."

"Do yourself and everyone else a favor and kill yourself..."

"NO! NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE! NONE OF IT IS! JUST LET ME BE!"

After his plea is phone goes off.

"GAH! STOP IT!"

Tweek flees to underneath his bed covers and hopes that noise stops.

"You're weak..."

"You have no purpose here..."

"SHUT UP!"

His phone goes off again. and Tweek yelps.

"It's your phone you dumbass..."

"Quit being such a coward and answer it..."

"I AM NOT A COWARD!"

"Then prove it..."

Tweek throws his bed cover off him and answer's the phone.

"H-Hello?"

"About time you answered your phone."

"C-Craig? W-What do you w-want?"

"Tweek, are you okay? Are those gnomes stealing your underpants again?"

"N-No. It's not t-them. It's t-these voices. They won't leave AND I JUST THEM TO STOP!"

"Tweek calm down! What voices?"

"The v-voices in my head. They k-keep saying mean t-things about me."

"I'm coming over."

Craig hangs up leaving Tweek alone once again.

"He'll never come..."

"He doesn't care about you..."

"SHUT UP! YES HE DOES AND HE WILL COME!"

"Keep telling yourself that..."

Craig bursts through the front door of Tweek's house. Not caring about anything except for Tweek.

"Tweek!"

"SEE!? HE DID COME!"

"..."

Craig starts running up the flight of stairs and down the hall straight to Tweek's room.

"Tweek?"

"C-CRAIG!"

"Are you okay?"

"The v-voices! Make them s-stop!"

"Tweek. It's okay I'm here. Those voices won't bother you."

Craig walks towards Tweek's bed and lay's down on it.

"Come on, you need some sleep. I won't let those voices bother you anymore or they'll have to deal with me."

"You s-sure?"

"Yes."

Craig smiles and Tweek returns one back. He lay's back down and rolls onto his side. Craig tucks himself and Tweek in and wraps his left arm around Tweek's waist.

"Night Tweekers."

"N-Night Craig and t-thanks."

"No problem."