This was heavily inspired by SpiderCat Animated on YT but the video (an animatic of You'll Be Back from Hamilton) was removed for copyright reasons. Basically, this is a take on her AU where Mysterion loves Tweek, but as Tweek is with Craig, becomes angry and thirsts for vengeance. He then leaves to develop his powers and eventually kidnaps Tweek to be with him. Since the video and AU left many things open to interpretation, I took advantage of the opportunity to portray her situation through my perspective. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
He first notices upon sudden consciousness the rope coiled around him. It digs uncomfortably into his sides and locks his arms behind his back and feet together. The aching bruises come next, his entire body sore and decrepit. Feeling too much and observing so little through the blurry mess in front of him, Tweek does his best not to panic. He's unable to suppress a few shudders, stemming from both cold and fear, which the artificial snake punishes by reminding him of its presence with a harsh clench. An uninvited drum starts to beat in his head and Tweek chomps on his bottom lip to avoid weeping. Tears threaten to spill while he takes in every bit of painful stimulation in addition to the terrifying loss of bearings. Carefully as he can, Tweek inhales a deep breath. The desire to freak the hell out is somewhat pacified by thoughts of his partner, so Tweek focuses only on the air coming and going through his body. No longer is he just some anxious, easily disturbed child, nor is this the time to act like it. Nothing comes from cowering, and he's a hero for Christ's sake.
Not merely Tweek, but Wonder Tweek, the champion of justice!
Regardless of how gay Craig thinks it sounds. He has no right to judge, being his boyfriend and all.
With his mind beginning to clear the chill of the room is restlessly tangible and more understood as Tweek surveys the surroundings: a rust-infested warehouse occupied by nothing but stacked crates and the chair keeping him captive. His eyelids are quick to fall, the headache making even the barely lit environment too intense to look at. Tweek directs the entirety of his concentration towards morphing the darkness into a hill. Plentiful sunlight paints the grass, trees, and his hair golden. Here, in this realm, everything is glorious and perfect and safe. He's free, definitely not trapped in some creepy psycho's lair that's bound to give him hypothermia (this is coming from an ice conjurer, mind you). The brief mental description sends another chill across his spine, crash-landing Tweek back into reality. A whine escapes past his lips. He throws his head up to the looming ceiling in despair like he's already given up, the inability to center himself for more than a minute creating a crack in his resolve. Tweek refuses to cry but the urge hits him so strongly that the dam nearly bursts.
Questions loop dizzyingly fast in the hero's mind, each one flocking the other so that they mesh and become nothing but random, excess words failing to exist as proper sentences. His stomach twists at the unnecessary nausea from the racing thoughts being too convoluted to process. It's as if Tweek is trying to read in a car that's doing backflips, or that every piece of his mind has been replaced with little Fastpasses speeding around the world. Tweek's heart spasms in tandem with his throbbing head and he wonders if he's going to pass out or vomit first.
This is why Tweek should never be left alone with his thoughts.
While the hero has been kidnapped once before, by Craig's crazy fanboy Michael, it's not something he's ever going to adjust to. Not that he plans on being held hostage again if he makes it out of whatever the hell this is.
When he makes it out, of course.
Right?
Probably…
Maybe?
Tweek always prefers his partner by his side, but now, Craig's absence is ripping him apart. He knows how selfish it is and hates himself for it, yet Tweek wishes that Craig were trapped here with him.
A sudden breeze strikes him from behind, along with the creaking open of a door scratching his befuddled brain. The weeping wind outside is silenced as the door slides shut. Footsteps bounce off the wide berth of the warehouse, their travel towards the center of the room drawn out and precise.
Damn this cruel bastard and their dramatics. Being tied to a chair in a dim, abandoned lot isn't enough for this asshole? He grinds his teeth at the unexpected annoyance. Tweek allows for his fear to boil over into frustration, blocking the panic that nearly spiked at the entrance of the unknown soul taking their sweet time. Each stride doesn't have to be calculated! Why does it seem that all villains are obsessed with building up unnecessary tension instead of getting to the point? They'd surely have more victories if further attention were diverted to the schemes rather than the buildup of their assumed success.
Bless the buffoonery of some bad guys. It makes Tweek's job a tad easier.
Nevertheless, Tweek's breath halts in his throat as he waits in agony for the owner of the slow feet to be within view. Turning his head to steal a glimpse is pointless, the bonds' grip denying Tweek a simple peek over his shoulder.
Luckily his captor is considerate enough to speak before facing him. He does have a handful of experience with his teammate's anxiety, after all.
"It's nice to finally see you awake," his voice reverberates off each distant wall, the familiarity of it making the echoes so much harder for Tweek to hear, "I'm sorry for the dull scenery, but there aren't many places that fly under our pals' radar. I would've whisked you off to Paris or something if it were doable. My apologizes to your face too. I've had a bunch of dangerous feelings bottled up since our last chat, and I guess my rage slipped out a bit."
Tweek's mind races faster than ever. Shaking his head, the hero swallows down the sickness that erupts in his gut. His heart pounds and each inhale is shorter than the last. Words crawl out of his mouth, the urgent need for answers overwhelming the growing hysteria. His voice has limited itself to a whisper, but Tweek can feel the new weight of a hand on the chair tipping the wood back slightly. The other's close presence is far from comforting, unlike how it used to be. Tweek almost chokes on his words as pleasant memories drown him.
"Why did you leave Freedom Pals because of me? I-I wanted to work through what happened, but you just left us without saying goodbye."
With a swift yank the chair tilts back. Meeting Mysterion's gaze leaves Tweek momentarily hollow, the reality of the situation undeniable: the immortal is holding him prisoner. Tweek wants to look away, at anything else, but the mischief twinkling in the other's eyes and his arrogant grin are too odd to ignore. They don't belong behind Mysterion's mask, they don't make sense there. These are Kenny's signature traits. It's been too long since Tweek has seen them, the rise in crime locking every hero to their suited persona for longer and longer. Mysterion's dreary, stoic personality had been leeching the optimism out of Kenny as well. The leader never admitted it, but Tweek noticed. He too never spoke of the darker aura surrounding Kenny outside of his costume.
It disturbs Tweek more than anything else in this moment that the wolfish, almost playful smile morphs further away from being at all pleasant as it stretches farther across Mysterion's face. He looks more like a robot trying to emote, and malfunctioned. What has happened to his highly respected superior, to his friend?
A dramatic sigh breaks the tension and their staring contest. Mysterion lifts his hand from the chair, letting it rock before it steadies itself, and ruffles Tweek's hair. He continues running his gloved fingers through the blonde locks even as Tweek leans as far away as he can. His hand grips a fistful of strands, Mysterion enjoying the sight of a helpless Tweek.
"What can I say? Love makes you do crazy things. I mean, look around you!" Mysterion twirls around his captive, waving his arms around like it'll explain what it is Tweek isn't seeing. "This is all thanks to my feelings for you. Do you seriously think I'd kidnap you if it weren't for the power of love?"
Tweek has endless reasons to vomit.