Craig Tucker, that was the name of the head Detective of South Park. Everyone knew that the boy loved space and everything it held, why he didn't chase after that dream no one knows. The majority of his classmates either moved away or lost contact with him. Not that he cared one bit. The only person he remembered clearly from his childhood was Tweek Tweak. His elementary school sweetheart who had ADHD or as his parents said. Once he got into High School he learned that they laced Tweek's coffee with meth.
It didn't matter now and he couldn't do anything about it anyway. He would much rather focus on his work rather than hanging out with his friends. With the rising rates in crime Tucker was never on break. It was simple crimes most of the time, burglary, occasionally bar fights and the occasional trouble from the kids in South Park elementary. Though his class wasn't any better in comparison.
"Tucker I'm heading out for the night." One of his co-workers call. Craig didn't even bother looking at who it was scribbling down some signatures for his paperwork.
"Alright." Was the only response he gave. Craig listened as the door clicked and the other officer left. Craig was left once again to the light of his desk lamp and scattered papers of reports. There was a gang in South Park and the faster he took it down the faster he could get back to simpler easier nights. The desks were simple, nothing too impressive than wood that'll give you splitters if you run your hand along it. But it's all they had to work with.
Craig sighs softly letting his pencil roll down his hand. Nothing was more boring than paperwork. He glances at his computer seeing the files on the people of South Park. Curiosity got the better of him and he clicks it open. The first name he sees is...
'Kyle Broflovski' A soft snort leaves him as he clicks it, what was that nerd up to? Sure enough Kyle Broflovski was a scientist. He wasn't wearing a hat funny enough his hair cut down and straightened to curls. So he managed to tame his hair. Nothing to surprising. Craig hums softly scanning through the files before seeing another folder that caught his attention.
'Eric Cartman' What was that fat ass up too? He clicks on the folder surprised at the photo. There was Eric in all of his glory. He had lost quite a lot in weight and was wearing a sweater and dress pants. He glances at his occupation, Eric was a lawyer huh? Well Eric was always good at persuading people. Damn, that fat fuck was getting paid more than he was. He clicked off before he could read anymore not too interested in Stan's gang. His eyes land on one of his old friend's name.
'Jimmy Valmer' Jimmy had to be a comedian right? Everyone in South Park loved his stand up comedy. He hums smiling at the picture. Jimmy was wearing a tux his hair smoothed back. Sure enough he was a traveling comedian.
"Good for you." Craig whispers under his breath. He felt stupid for saying something like that out loud to no one. But he was honestly proud of Jimmy and how far he had come. Craig clicks away from the folder searching through the files for one name. Sure enough he found it.
'Clyde Donovan' Craig clicks it and couldn't help but snort softly at the picture. Clyde was sobbing as he received an award. Looks like nothing changed much there. He glances at his occupation curiously. Looks like Clyde was an actor. He was always in touch with his emotions at the very least. Craig took a breath and clicks away from the folder scrolling and finding one folder that he always knew.
'Tweek Tweak' He clicks it open seeing a picture of Tweek in High School. He still had his messy hair but he wore the shirt that Craig had gotten for him. It was a simple green one like the one he had before but only two buttons at the neck. He actually looked happy in that photo. He glanced down at the info finding nothing much has changed over the years. Unknown occupations, unknown living space… For all he could know Tweek was dead rotting in some unknown part of the woods.
Damn, that's dark. Craig sighs getting up from his chair going to get some coffee. This night was dragging on longer than normal. He made his coffee going to sit down but something outside the window caught his eyes. It was snowing badly out there and he was sleep deprived but it was better to check it out. Craig pulled his gun out going outside scanning the area.
"Hello?" He calls out. Sure enough there was someone there clinging to their jacket sitting on the ground with their hood up. A thin layer of snow forming on top of their head.
"Oh shit… Are you ok!?" Craig ran over worriedly putting a hand on the person's shoulder. He couldn't see who it was but they let out a sound something that surprised and shook Craig to his very core.
"Gah!" That voice, there was no doubt. The figure scrambled to their feet gripping their side and sprinting off full speed. There where he was sitting was red snow, the person was bleeding and badly. Craig goes wide eyed stumbling to his feet and running after him.
"Tweek wait!" He yells chasing after the male in front of him. It had to be, he had no doubt. The only sounds we're the two's heavy pants and the crunching of snow under their boots. Craig managed to back Tweek into an alleyway against a fence.
"There… You're cornered… Tweek it's you right?" The person didn't respond keeping his back to Craig. Craig could be mistaken, after all the figure wasn't twitching like Tweek did. Craig started to walk to him trying to not spook the person.
"You're hurt right? I can help you." Craig tries to reason. As soon as Craig got closer the figure runs to the wall hopping between the two alleyway walls like some cat. Craig tries to grab the male only grabbing his hood and pulling it off as the male got over the fence. There as clear as day was Tweek's face and messy locks of hair.
"Tweek…" Craig chokes out in surprise. Tweek only glances at Craig a large scar across his right cheek before turning and running into the snowy storm his hand holding his bleeding wound tightly.