A Twebecca or Tweebecca fic that I had half finished laying around for a while.

Now it's here :D


Sometimes… people do bad things, thinking good things come out of them.

People say, 'forget the consequences and take a leap of faith'.

…But nobody says where you'll land.

A blonde wrestled into his dark, leafy green coat, eyes shifting to the clock on the wall. The hour hand hung off the three lazily, as the minute hand ticked away… unnaturally fast. Like cars making laps around a race track. Fast. Or maybe it was just his eyes playing tricks on him.

With a few blinks, things appeared to be back to normal, but it didn't help the paranoia.

It was one of those days for him.

In any case, the clock was working. From what it displayed, he was late. Not just by a few minutes either. More like twenty. He didn't want to rise suspicion. He was tired of the questioning and the numerous lies he had to make up to cover for... Habits. At this point, the blonde had become an expert at deceiving. He could become a lawyer or maybe even a defense attorney if he really wanted to.

But, empty lies only get you so far. His forked tongue was becoming a bit worn through the years.

He had broken his significant other's trust more than once. Their relationship fragile, like a thin sheet of ice over a river. Flakey, crisp and missing in some parts. Add any more weight and it would give.

He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose any more people in his life. He was a failure to himself and everyone else, he couldn't bear to fail her.

For the first time in his life, she was the only person that believed in him. Stayed around. Put her full trust in him. Allowed him keep her afloat. But he was an anchor, connected to her ankle, dragging her down unknowingly. Repeating to fail her over and over again. But, no matter how much he abused her trust… No matter how much he deceived her… She always believed him.

And who exactly was this creature? This shell of a man?

You could probably guess.

With a small twitch, the man winced, his fingers trembling as he tried to button up his coat. He didn't want to look like that little boy in elementary school with hastily buttoned shirts and coats. He liked to convince himself he was different now.

In reality, nothing had changed. He remained the same.

Still Tweek Tweak.

He was a bright young man, paranoid, but bright. From the mountains of philosophy books on his coffee table and dressers, it reassured him of his intelligence. Besides, reading wasn't too much pressure and the words of others comforted him when he was unsure about himself or the situations around him. There weren't many around him anymore and he had so many questions.

There were so many questions and nobody to answer them.

Questioning life… questioning everything was his life. Notebooks upon notebooks could outnumber the worn bindings of published works. Tweek had his own questions and answers on how to solve the problems and documented them when they came to mind.

Not a genius by any means. It was something to keep him busy. If he didn't… well, he was sure he would have hung himself a while ago.

Tweek looked to the coffee cup that read, 'java jockey' in a clichéd font. It was chipped on the handle and a long crack traveled from one side to the other. Glued back together from where he had broken it once before. An old reminder of being only nine and when his affair with the liquid elixir began.

Coffee.

Coffee never failed him.

Tweek could fail the whole world, but coffee wouldn't fail him and it always delivered.

He gazed at the black coffee, stirring a bit of what looked like sugar from his tin foil into the liquid, stirring vigorously with his spoon, making sure to down every last drop. Tweek was awake all night again. The hallucinations brought on by insomnia and… other factors. The shadows. The gnomes. Silly theories about them stealing his underwear for some evil scheme and profit.

Paranoia, he kept telling himself. Irrational fears.

He placed the empty cup beside a discarded scrap of aluminum foil, laying the scrap metal out perfectly, trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

His coffee colored eyes flickered to the clock. Still late. Time doesn't go backwards. He had to go.

Now… that left the front door… The dirty and terrible outside world. Tweek convulsed, feeling the onset of fear and terror as he eyed hunk of wood. What if someone was outside? What if they wanted to stab him? Rob him? Kill him?

He picked and scratched at his neck. His skin kept slithering, like something was alive under it, like someone had filled it with…

With worms.

They were back.

He itched and scratched at his neck, becoming more and more terrified as he stood at the door. Tweek collected himself, slipping on a scarf around his neck, covering his wounds, tightening it before heading into the cool Colorado air.

Tweek wandered down the steps and onto the sidewalk. He trekked on foot. Driving was too much pressure. Too much focus set aside for one thing.

The blonde was a walking a failure in more than one sense. He remembered when he had a handful of friends. And one by one… they started to disappear. Clyde… Token… Kevin… Even Craig. Gone. All because a little habit. It wasn't even a habit that he wanted to start. He had no choice in the matter. He didn't know that a certain habit would drive all his friends away and make him so lonely.

Friends were all he had.

Family…

…Family… They were…

Shuffling in the snow, he nearly slid off the sidewalk and into the street when he turned another corner. Looking up, passed the glaring sun, he saw it.

The coffee shop on the corner. The one where Tweek's Bros. used to sit. It was long gone now. He remembered mopping the floors, working the register, pouring up coffee and going on runs for his mom and dad… Tweek shook off the memories.

He didn't want to remember.

Besides, it was Harbucks now.

Mustering a bit of strength, he shoved open the double doors. Scooting passed people, he started to take shallower breaths, his eyes shifting to one face then another.

Paranoia sets in.

What if she abandoned him? What if she left him because she was disgusted with him? What if she waited for so long, she left? His head rushed and he began to grind his teeth together.

"Hey, j-j-jitterbug," A voiced called out.

Tweek turned towards the call of the pet name, spotting a curly haired woman behind him. She brightened, jumping to her feet, hugging the man close with a squeal. Nearly knocking down the blonde, "Tweek! H-h-how are you! I haven't seen you in a while."

He relaxed, burying himself in her hair. "I was- ngh, I saw you just yesterday."

"Yesterday was too long," she titters, "I logged off school a little while ago… You're a tad late. L-a-t-e."

She had just gotten off of 'school'. Online courses in some school in Washington. She was a whiz kid, if you couldn't tell. When it came to book smarts, she was nearly a genius but common sense… well, it was nearly nonexistent. Rebecca Cotswolds wasn't stupid. She was just… dim in certain areas. There was the incident with Kyle in high school and the concept of love and sex. After he caught her cheating on him with multiple guys, who still to this day remain silent about it because of Mark, she got a bad rep.

Rebecca didn't have too many people around her and that's what Tweek preyed on. She was so fucking naïve. She would believe anything. And Tweek took advantage of it often. Why? For selfishness. Simply to get what he wanted, when he wanted it.

Rebecca closed her computer, crossing her legs curtly, patting the chair beside her. "Tweek, take off your coat and come here. D-don't be shy."

The blonde climbed up on the stilt like chair, plopping down he noticed his feet were still dangling. He could still remember being so small when his feet couldn't touch the ground. It was… better back then. When he didn't know any better.

He slid of his coat, placing it on the hook of the chair, keeping his scarf around his neck. "How was fancy online school today?"

"It's not hard… i-it's just, grinding as of late. I was up all night writing a paper on a peanut."

A what?

Tweek's fair eyebrow went up as he chuckled in disbelief, "And you're paying money for this? Just to write about a freaking nut?"

"It's a stupid class. I-I need a little tea. You want black coffee, right?"

The blonde nodded, watching Rebecca get to her feet, smoothing down her skirt. His eyes met hers and she almost shied away from his gaze, disappearing within the line.

That's when the weird feeling appeared. Tweek's face dropped, looking at his trademark button up shirt. He pulled at his sleeve, exposing the long, slender appendage. He stopped, pulling his wrist up to his face, noticing movement under the skin.

The worms.

A worm started to wiggle, the skin rising as it slithered upward towards his palm, feeling the worm inch into his hand, wiggling and writhing, skin repressing and depressing under muscle.

It reminded Tweek of the song, 'The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out.'

The worms love to wiggle about.

He brought his stubby nails down into his hand, itching profusely. The worm, you see, was almost sentient. It knew when to inconvenience the blonde. It shared his thoughts. It knew Tweek and yet the worm was a mystery to the host.

…crawling under flesh, looking for another nibble, eating while it's still fresh.

He watched Rebecca carry two cups, trying to calm himself. Try to focus on anything but the feeling. She nearly spilled his coffee onto the floor as she jittered, beaming up at him. The worm in his hand inched under his skin, up to his face. He touched it, almost feeling it bulge under his fingertips. He had a strong urge to dig it out. Tear it out. Rip of his cheek right then and there.

The brunette plopped back beside him, chattering happily but he couldn't hear it. He was having one of his moments. He grasped the closest cup to him and gulped down the harsh liquid.

The worms munching on muscle and bone, eating until there's nothing left.

His heart kept beating in his chest like hummingbird wings. Fluttering faster than the human eye could see. Any more caffeine would kill him, at least, that's what his brain kept telling him.

Rebecca placed a hand on his, bending towards him, "Tweek?"

Tweek felt more worms split from the one, multiplying by dividing themselves. until his whole body itching and crawling. His brain was like Swiss cheese. The worms munching every last piece of the pink blob.

The mingling voices of the coffee shop and the constant shuffling of people only made his suspicion worse.

He needed to leave.

He needed to leave now.

"Tweek are you-"

The blonde's hand reached out under the table, touching a silky covered knee. She spat up her tea into her cup, nearly drowning in the opaque liquid. His hand rose upward, up the quivering thigh, fingers tracing over the black band of her stocking, "I like this color. It reminds me of coffee."

"No-not here!" she whispered furiously, but Tweek ignored her. Rebecca's legs crossed tighter as she shook, the bright yellow of her skirt rose up, exposing more and more of her upper thigh, his hand diving down in attempted to part her legs.

"Stop it alread- AH!" She yipped, her body jerking violently as the tea bounced out of her cup and onto her shirt, leaving a puddle of tea in her lap.

She let out a loud cry, bouncing to her feet, moving her computer from the liquid, "M-my sh-sh-shirt! W-e-t!"

"I'm sorry," he lied, pulling the woman flush to his side. "Why don't we… go to your place and get you some dry clothes?"

Without another word, Tweek gathered their things and tugged her towards the exit, ignoring the looks of angry employees. He was glad he left sooner and not worms were beginning to writhe even worse.

The urge to pick them out and tear apart his skin becoming unbearable.

It didn't take too long for the blonde and brunette to end up at the small Cotswold home. Her teeth were chattering and he was sure the tea on her skirt was turning into slushy-ice.

Like always, Tweek squatted down in the foliage and Rebecca disappeared inside the house. Tweek sat on his knees, ignoring the creepy-crawly feeling in his face, waiting for her to come out with good news. He didn't feel like just going home. After all, he did have to make it up to her in some way.

The Cotswold family hated the Tweaks. They wanted the blonde as far away from the brunette as possibly after the... incident. Tweek was apparently an increasingly bad influence on their daughter.

So they had to play this game of hide and seek. She would scope the house and he would hide.

Rebecca reappeared at the front door, signaling him with a simple thumbs up.

Twenty something and acting like teenagers.

Up the stairs and he entered Rebecca's room. It was simple. Element compound posters hanging on her wall, soft colors of paint, the bars on her windows and the creepy anatomical figure in the corner.

Basically, either a nerds dream room or a murder's playhouse.

She twirled back to the man with a look. It wasn't an angry expression nor was it a sad one, "What was that whole thing at Harbucks. I don't like stuff like that in public."

'Would you rather me do it in privacy?' Tweek nearly blurted out.

Rebecca stepped forwards, giving the man a playful grin, leaving trails of kisses from his lips to his jaw, "Jitterbug, y-you're a meanie."

"Ngh, a meanie that wants to help you out of that blouse." His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned her lavender button up, rolling it off her shoulders. Rebecca nervously placed her hands in front of her mouth, spelling words, covering her chest with her arms. Meanwhile, Tweek wrestled out of his shirt and scarf, leaning down and kissing her neck while he found her waist.

Not exactly a romantic time for the either of them. Most of the time their teeth nicked together and either of them couldn't still their bodies from trembling.

"Mark's home in an hour or so. H-o-u-r." she breathed.

"Forty-five minutes," he smiled onto her skin, "Tha-that's plenty of time."

"Sixty minutes in an hour. Not forty-five."

Tweek stopped, looking down to her, an eyebrow raising, "Really?"

Rebecca pulled him back with the quick roll of her eyes and the blonde's mouth latched down on the sweet spot on her neck. Her hands found themselves in his hair, trailing down his neck.

As soon as her hands moved lower, he went into a cold sweat.

"What… is this?" she shifted away from his lips.

"It's nothing," Tweek yanked her back, continuing to pepper kisses down her neck, praying the woman would shut her mouth and ignore it. "Just relax."

But, Rebecca didn't. She attempted to push him off, growling as she did with one big shove. As Tweek stumbled away she shrieked, "Scabs! You're still doing meth, aren't you? I thought you said you quit. You promised me you quit!"

"I did."

Rebecca reached for his arm, snatching it and running her fingers over crusty scabs and pick marks. She analyzed him and then the worm holes. The brunette was silent, examining his fingertips, "Still sticky with blood." She threw the appendage aside, taking a few steps away. "You lied to me. Again. What was I expecting from a liar?"

"Ngh… T-these are from a long time ago." He attempted to hide his arms behind his back, like a child getting caught with his hands in the cookie jar. "Like a month ago."

"Scabs take a month to heal? Do you have no perception of time or are you finding yourself caught in a lie?"

Tweek studied Rebecca. Her cheeks no longer red and her expression rather meek. She was furious. Those eyebrows slanted down into a scowl. Seeing the reserved woman mad at anyone was a rare occasion. But, she did have a point. No use in trying to lie his way out. He wasn't that slick.

"So, I had some in my coff-coffee today," he shrugged, stuttering slightly, trying to find the right words, "I just had a little for the first time in a long time. No big deal."

She shuffled over to her dresser, wiggling out of her tea stained skirt. Tweek curtly looked away, seeing as she was already piss angry.

"Rebecca, don't be mad at me." he begged.

"I'm not mad." She slipped on her new blouse, buttoning each snap with care, stepping into her new skirt. "Here's a quote from one of your favorites, 'I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you'."

For the first time in his life, she was the only person that believed in him. Stayed around. Put her full trust in him. Repeating to fail her over and over again. But, no matter how much he abused her trust… No matter how much he deceived her… She always believed him.

He waited for a moment and she turned back to him, like she always did.

He counted off on his fingers.

"T-this wasn't your fault… getting addicted like this. It's your mom and your dad's fault. I can't be mad at you for doing something you've always done. It's their fault."

She was at her wits end. But, she was blissfully naïve.

Maybe she was stupid. A practiced fool.

Meth. Things didn't feel good without it. His mother and father were huge meth heads. After having the coffee shop shut down because of the infused coffee, Tweek learned the ugly truth at nineteen. All his life he'd been doing it.

And he would never stop.

"I'll quit. Okay? Tomorrow. I'll get better."

He couldn't lose her. He couldn't lose any more people in his life. He was a failure to himself and everyone else, he couldn't bear to fail her.

Rebecca peered at him with a sullen expression, almost knowingly that things would never change.

Sometimes… people do bad things, thinking good things come out of them.

People say, 'forget the consequences and take a leap of faith'.

…But nobody says where you'll land.