Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or the characterssss
Guys, I obviously have a problem with writing about people who are really messed up, like my death note story and my vocaloid story SOOOOO yeah Tweek is gon' be a poor lil fella in here.
Warnings: Sad Tweek, Messed up Tweek, maybe triggering if you have legit problems.
Tweek was going through withdrawals. He hadn't ever had to face this before, and he was almost happy he hadn't when he was younger. He had a shorter hold on his ticks when he was younger, and he could surely see himself going entirely insane if he had gone a few days without coffee back then. But, it would be even better if he didn't have to go through this at all. His usual twitches and harsh blinks evolving so much that he couldn't keep himself still for a second, even when trying to sleep. He can still remember when the small town of South Park was told that coffee beans were illegal on grounds that they caused cancer.
Because everything causes cancer.
Tweek was just sitting on his couch, flipping through the channels because every channel he changed it to was talking about something "terrifying". At least to Tweek. So, he changed the channel once again, and the first thing he heard was that Sweet Tea was being illegal. Hearing that literally sent him flying off of the couch and onto the ground where he proceeded to pull at his hair and just scream until his parents came into the room and asked him what was wrong.
"There isn't any coffee anymore!" He screamed, and his mother immediately grabbed a cup of coffee and almost threw it at him to assure him that there was still coffee. He drank the entire cup almost as quickly as it was handed to him and asked for another, much calmer this time. He had so stressed out about not getting his coffee that he had drank the whole house's worth in that single day.
A week ago.
At first, he waited at the supermarket, staring at the empty spot where the coffee grounds would be. Having uncontrollable shaking as he was waiting for coffee to appear out of nowhere or the ban to magically uplifted so he can have his precious coffee again. But when the manager firmly kicked him out for loitering, he resorted to pacing around his room endlessly. Even when his parents stopped by his room to tell him that dinner was ready or when the teacher told him to sit still and do his work he just couldn't. He couldn't pay attention when he didn't have his coffee, not that he could pay attention when he did, anyways. Maybe he did have A.D.D. like his parents always said.
Tweek had pulled chunks of his hair out; the only time he got peace was when he was sleeping, which wasn't so often. But luckily, tonight happened to be one of those nights. He was somehow able to relax enough to lay in bed and close his eyes long enough to fall into a not so comfortable sleep for the first time in a few days.
But when he woke up, he felt completely different from when he went to sleep.
End of Prologue. Ughhh I know t's really short and bad but I promise the chapters after this will be a lot better. I reallllyyy rushed this part because I just can't wait to get to the part that will be after this. (: