Warning: hints of pairings, gore, esp, fighting, character death, animal-killing, abuse, romance, cursing, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Pairing: Multi/Kyle
Translations: I got them from Google Translate
Summary: Stranded on an island, a group of teens become closer, but it's not unwanted.
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Craig gasped heavily, firmly holding a large tree branch so the damned cougar would back off.
He could feel Tweek trembling behind him.
He didn't know how long he had been like this, running away from the most random things before the cougar's ears suddenly twitched, backing off slightly before trying to slam itself back up against him to get food.
They were food.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Tweek cried out behind him.
The gash on his shoulder was really getting to him, his gaze fuzzing, but he shook his head.
They came together, and they were going to leave together. Alive or not.
But definitely together.
And then, Craig slipped, smacking his back against a large rock that his blond friend was already slumped against.
If he could, he would've yelled at the blond to run, but with the way Tweek's sprained ankle made him more vulnerable, he stayed put.
"Damn it!"
Instead, the male cursed, groaning with pain as he felt the rock bruise his back further.
The jaws of the cougar opened, ready for the killing blow, and dived forward.
The larger male gulped, a desperate look as he tried to move his bleeding arms, before a figure flashed in front of him, and the large cat drowned it's teeth deep into the person's shoulder.
He didn't even flinch.
And believing that they were safe for the time being, Craig allowed himself to pass out.
When he woke up again, he hissed in pain.
"H-He's awake!"
He was back at the camp, the rebel camp, where he and Tweek was from before the whole incident.
He growled in pain as he attempted to sit up, only to be pushed down by slender hands.
"Stay down," it was a soft whisper.
Bebe.
"Wh...What the hel-"
"He brought you two back," the blond girl said, easily reading him.
"'He'?" Craig was slightly more calm that it was Bebe, which meant that Wendy and Stan was probably there as well, meaning that Gregory, Christophe and Kyle...
Kyle.
"Don't worry about Tweek," Bebe continued, he's in the other tent, we had to get you patched up first, and Butter's is taking care of Tweekers right now."
The raven-haired male nodded.
He had just made his friends, and he hoped that he wasn't going to lose them.
"You alright?" the tent flaps opened and Stan walked in.
For once, he was relieved that the male seemed more okay than not.