I've been wanting to write a story about Tweek… so… yeah.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SOUTH PARK!

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Oh, God.

Oh, God.

O-nghh!-Oh, God.

Hes-augh!-going to die.

Hes going to d-die.

His tongue is going to b-b-burn off and there's going to be a h-huge gaping-nghh!-hole in his mouth! Hes go-going to have half a tongue a-and he's still going to try to t-talk to me! His tongue will be f-fl-flopping around and-oh, God. Augh!-What if it never stops bleeding-nghh!? What if he bleeds o-out and dies!? He might-argh!-come back as a zom-zombie and try to eat my b-brains!

"GAH! No, n-not my-augh!- brain! I n-n-need it!" I shrieked dropping my resealable mug to tightly grip and tug on my messy hair.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"Y-You gotta stop-nrgh!-eating those, d-dude! You're gonna d-d-die!" I leaped at him and fought to tear the bag from his grasp, tackling him and yanking on his arm. Trying to get him to let go of that bag of death!

"You'll h-have an-arghh!-hole in your st-stomach!"

"Would you quit that!?" he growled at me pushing on my chest and stretching his arm out of reach-stretching that bag out of reach.

"No!" I shrieked, watching him toss another chip of death into his mouth. I covered my eyes and whimpered hearing that deathly loud crunching sound each bite made.

"Stop! Stop! P-P-Please-nghh-s-stop!" He paused and started at me with stormy gray eyes. A lone eyebrow raised in curiosity as he tossed another Hot Cheeto into his open, waiting mouth.

I shrieked and scrambled to grab my mug trying to block out the horrid crunching with the soothing burn of coffee sliding down my throat as I took long slow gulps. Oh, coffee, you are my savior. Take me to a better place.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"GAH! M-MAKE IT-ARGH!-STOO-OOP!" I cried, dropping my mug.

"What the hell is your issue, Tweek?"

I felt my hair tearing from my scalp and felt slight comfort from it. It took my mind off of the evil in front of me. Suddenly, warm, slightly calloused hands gently gripped my own and slowly pried them out of my hair. I cracked my bold green eyes open to find his own staring into mine, "Calm down." He whispered, smiling softly.

His face slowly got closer and closer to mine before I felt his slightly chapped lips brush gently over mine. Testing me.

"Nghh." I twitched, surprised.

He slowly pressed his lips against mine harsher and I felt my rapid twitches decrease until I was still and limp against him.

"Craig…" I mumbled against his lips. I felt something warm and wet swipe against my bottom lip and I silently opened my mouth to let him invade and explore.

Oh, God. W-What if he has-my thoughts quickly stilled when I felt a burning sensation as he brushed his tongue against mine.

I screamed.

"JESUS! IM D-DYING!" jumping back away from his gentle grasp my twitches resumed full strength. I rubbed at my lips rapidly, trying to get the burning feeling off of me. A deep chuckling caught my attention and I glared at my boyfriend gulping some of my coffee to get the taste to go away.

I instantly spit it out and coughed when the burning worsened.

"W-nghh!-What is t-t-that!?"

"Hot Cheetos." He answered calmly leaning back on his bed and I glared harder at his attitude.

"Y-You're trying to-argh!-kill me!"

"Nah. No fun to make out with a dead body." He countered making me blush and growl.

Hot Cheetos are a death food.

And my damn boyfriend supports them.

I visibly shuddered when he shoved more in his mouth and chuckled at me.

God, I hate Cheetos.

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I had Hot Cheetos and Mocha Peppermint Maxwell's House coffee.

SandyxMaxwell4ever signing off!