AUGH! FIrst story on here EVER. This was an assignment formy language arts class, PERSONIFICATION. So I decided to post it on here, cuz I really liked it ;P No flames please, I know I'm not the best writer -_-'
Oh, and I don't own South Park. OBVIOUSLY. I don't think I would really be writing fanfics on here if I did.
Tweek Tweak clutched a faded green coffee mug to his trembling chest, the hot liquid inside threatening to spill with every jolt and shake the boy was somewhere around three in the morning and the young blond was still wide awake, due to excessive amounts of coffee and his paranioa. He brought his bare feet up off the floor and onto his green sheets, sqishing his knees tightly against his chest and setting his coffee snuggly between the two. His wide, tired eyes kept their intense watch on the door. "Hey! Hey, kid!" Tweek cried out in shock, nearly falling off the bed and causing the rusty springs to creaky violently in protest. "N-NNGH! UNDERPANTS GNOMES! THEY'RE HERE!"
"Geez, kid! Calm down." The voice came again. "GAAHHH!" He screamed. He leaped off his bed, sending the mug between his knees flying across the room. "A-AHH! OWHH, What the hell is your PROBLEM!" And soon as he hit the ground, he started crawling toward the back of the room. "DON'T HURT ME!" He yelped again as his foot brushed over something wet. He looked down at the brown stain forming on the gray carpet and gasped. "A-augh! OH NO, I'll never get this out and my parents I'll sell me INTO SLAVERY, NGHH!" His small hands wildly attempted to rub the stain away. "Fuckin' spaz." Someone spat from behind him. Tweek whipped his head around sharply, but feeling something crack, he fell to to ground in pain and screamed.
Standing, literally standing, before him was the forgetten coffee mug. It had sprouted tiny little black legs, and arms on where a waist would probably be. Shrieking (Much like a girl, I might add), he jumped up and ran, wrentching the bedroom door open and making a beeline for the stairs. "KID!" The...thing called, only encouraging the blond to run down faster. With the boy screaming bloody murder and the pounding of his feet jumping over two steps at at time, it was impossible his parents hadn't woken up by now. Stumbling down the last few steps, stopping only a moment to regain his balance, he thundered toward the front door. His wild hair flew in every direction, blinding his just moments before he could reach his goal. "AUGHHH!" He screamed as his face collided with the floor.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He shouted once more before recongizing the soft carpeting of his bedroom floor. As he sat up, he saw his light green bedsheets wrapped tightly around his lower half and a pillow under his old bed. "It, nnghh, was just a dream? HO, GOD! NOW THE FBI'S IN MY HEAD!"
Uhhh, well, short and stupid, just how I like it :P Hope you enjoyed!