Author's Note: YAY! I finally get to do my parody! Hopefully you like it.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park (Trey Parker and Matt Stone do. Lucky Bastards.) I don't own Cinderella. (Walt Disney does.)
Once upon a time, in a small, crappy kingdom known as South Park, there lived a little boy named Tweek Tweak. His father owned a coffee shop that was very successful and made his family quite wealthy. His mother, sadly, died when she gave birth to him. Although his father gave him all the love he needed.
When Tweek turned 7, his father decided that Tweek needed a motherly figure in his life. So he married a woman who was fairly kind and had 2 daughters. Tweek though had never bothered to learn their names. For they were just "Snobby bitches" as he liked to call them.
2 years later, Tweek's father died. He was left to live with his stepmother and the snobby bitches. He thought he could just hang with his stepmom but after his father died, the woman showed her true colors. She was cruel and did not care at all about Tweek's feelings. She only cared about herself and her two daughters. She didn't even care about Tweek's problem with constant paranoia, twitches and random outbursts. She thought they were annoying. And since she didn't want Tweek annoying her or her daughter's she forced Tweek to do endless housework.
Tweek wasn't even allowed to go outside! Well he was allowed when it came to feeding the horses and cleaning their stables, other than that he stayed inside and worked all day, with only 5 hours to sleep. When Tweek turned 13 he became used to the constant housework and harsh conditions.
The only thing that truly kept Tweek sane was coffee. Ever since he was 4 he was a coffee addict. He drank 7 cups each day, but didn't care what his step family said about it. They only criticized him anyway. Even when he did a good job, they told him he was a "Worthless, annoying, psychotic coffee head who's purpose in life is to cook and clean for his mother and sisters." At first, Tweek would cry when he heard this, but when he turned 16 he got used to it. Especially because one day while feeding the horses he met a blond haired, blue eyed kid, who looked about his age. The kid apparently was really poor, and was looking (Actually stealing) some food to feed his family. Tweek remembered the day he met that kid.
He was feeding Winter, who was his favorite of the horses they owned, when he noticed a boy in a dirty, patched up orange parka.
"Gah! Who-Who are you? Are you a-a r-rapist? O-Or a killer? JESUS! I'm to-too young to d-die! Pl-Please don't hur-hurt me! I-I won't tell any-anyone you're h-here!" Tweek screamed at the boy. Of course Tweek's habit of being paranoid about everything made him assume crazy things in any situation.
"Shhh. Please calm down!" The orange parka boy whispered.
"Wh-Why? So you c-can hur-hurt me? N-no!"Tweek was already twitching and shaking before he seen the boy, but now he was shaking so much he looked like he would explode at any moment.
"Uh, dude are you okay?" The boy asked, a little worried about the way Tweek was shaking.
"Um. D-did you jus-just ask me if-if I w-as Ok-kay?" Tweek asked, shocked that someone cared how he felt.
"Yeah. You're shaking like crazy! Did I scare you that bad?"
N-no. GAH! I always do th-that. It t-takes a whi-while to get used t-to."
"Really? Wow... Uh, Weird. Sorry that I'm in your horse stables, my family is rather poor and I was just looking for food to help feed them." The parka boy said, looking around awkwardly. "I have to go, sorry that I scared you-"
"NO!" Tweek shouted, not wanting him to leave. "Pl-please, GAH! St-stay here, JESUS! I d-don't have any friends and m-my stepmom and si-sisters treat me like sh-shit. I'll g-get you an-and your family so-some food! Ju-just stay here!" Suddenly Tweek ran in the house and came back with a big tray of fruits, cheeses, bread and gallons of milks, waters and coffee.
"Woah, dude! THANK YOU!" The orange parka boy exclaimed.
"You're w-welc-come. GAH! No one has ever care ab-bout m-me before!" Tweek smiled, holding the tray but shaking it by his twitches.
"Um, let me handle that tray, you're gonna drop it."
"Hey, u-um, JESUS! I n-never got your nam-name." Tweek said handing the orange-clad boy the tray.
"I'm Kenny. Kenny McCormick." The boy introduced.
"And I-I'm Tweek. Tw-Tweek Tweak."
"What's your last name Tweek?" Kenny asked confused.
"It's Tweak. I kn-know I have the same l-last name a-as first n-ame but that's wh-what it i-is."
"Say Tweek, did your dad happen to own a coffee shop called Tweek Bros?"
"Ye-yeah. We-well he d-did, before he d-died. GAH!"
"Aw, you're dad died? That's sucks dude. Didn't you say you're stepmom's a bitch to you? What does she make you do?" Tweek couldn't tell if Kenny was interested or trying to get his information because he worked for a secret organization.
"W-well" Tweek began taking his chances that Kenny was interested. "She never shows me any love, or respect! Sh-she doesn't ca-care about my pr-problems with paran-paranoia or constant tw-twitching. Instead she tr-tries to occupy me with endless house chores! And I-I n-never get a sin-single thank you or c-care!"
It took Kenny a while to sink all this in. "Wow, That's sucks dude."
"You r-really care ab-about me don't you K-Kenny?"
"Yeah, you seem pretty cool actually. Plus you gave me this big ass tray of food the will feed my family for fucking weeks!"
"You-you're welcome." Tweek managed to smile, someone finally cared that he did something and someone was being nice to him.
"You know Tweek, I think we're gonna be really close friends." Kenny smiled back.
And they were, here at eighteen years old, Tweek Tweak went out to go feed the horses, and get a visit from Kenny McCormick.
"H-hey GAH! Kenny!" Tweek greeted finding his friend was already there.
"Sup?" Kenny asked. Kenny was used to Tweek's random outbursts by now.
"Mrs. Devil and her little b-bitches broke my goddamn co-coffee machine! Th-that's what's up-p!" After 2 years of knowing Tweek, Kenny knew practically everything there was to know about him.
"What a skank." Kenny replied. He knew Tweek loved it when people made fun of his stepmother.
"Y-yeah, but I guess it'll g-give me an ex-excuse to leave th-the house for a while." Tweek smiled. When he turned 17, his stepsisters begged his stepmother to make him do the shopping, so they wouldn't have to. And she agreed. This rather made him happy, because he finally had an excuse to leave the house every once in a while. The townspeople of South Park rather adored him, although he never spoke to anyone in fear they might "hurt him."
"That's cool man, look I gotta go, my mom will be bitching at me if I don't get home soon. Later Tweekers!" Kenny called Tweek "Tweekers" because Kenny said 'If were friends we should have nicknames for each other'.
"Bye Poor boy!" Tweek called back as Kenny ran off into the woods towards his house. Tweek's nickname for Kenny was "Poor boy". It seemed rather fitting because Kenny was really poor.
When Tweek finished feeding the horses (and grooming Winter's fur) he went back into the house. As soon as he got in their he heard the sound of the snobby bitches known as his stepsisters squealing. Annoyed Tweek went into his stepsisters' room.
"What the fuck ar-are you bitch-bitches GAH! fussing abo-about now?" Tweek shouted at them. His studdering and shaking made him sound the least bit intimidating.
"Oh Tweek! It's so amazing!" Began his stepsister with red hair. "There was just an announcement from the royal palace, and there is going to be a ball, and all subjects of the kingdom get to go!" She continued shrieking.
"Yeah!" Continued his stepsister with brown hair. "It will be this Saturday!" She gasped. "THAT'S IN 2 DAYS!"
Losing sudden interest Tweek left the room and decided to start shopping for a new coffeemaker. "If it's true, all the people in town will be talking about it." He groaned. "Oh joy!" He added sarcastically to himself.
Author's Note: Doing good so far? Or did I waste my time? This story should be 4 chapters long. Unless you don't like it, then I'll take it down. I'm excited about getting the chance to do a parody! I know this is only my second fic, and I'm still writing the first one, but I'm just excited about this one is all. Well Later peeps!