Idea for a fanfic. Let me run it by you guys. See what you think. Please tell me.
I do not own South Park or the characters.
Summary:
Tweek stared at his reflection. The same blonde hair, brown eyes, and the bags completed the picture. He wasn't special, he thought to himself as the tears flooded his eyes. He hiccupped and wrapped his arms around him. He felt terrible, like he was an abomination. How could he? How was it possible? It couldn't that's how!!! But it was. God, he felt sick. If he hurled it would be his fourth time. What could he do? Tell his parents, fat chance. Tell that person's parents? He'd rather die. No, he'd get through this on his own. He would—completely on his own—birth this child. And the father could never know….Craig would never know.