This is another multi-chapter, and will be updated every two to three months, 10+ words at a time. The prologue below may seem confusing, but stay with me.
"Shut up!"
All it took was a simple scream, a voice that delivered the motivation to cease it. A simple tear, rip, in the tangible mist of feigned tranquillity. It shouldn't have been a queer phrase, yet it was only one to be used aggressively towards another.
Everyone knew Tweek Tweak was a loner.
He barely spoke, for each word betrayed his shameful secrets, problems, everything that ruined him. He kept it to himself, and the trembles that ran through his body were not from rage, or anger, but fear. Pure, undeniable fear.
Freak.
He couldn't take it anymore. Nothing the voice ever said fazed him, everything was just a testimonial of his own mindset. The gnomes, they were real. An all-night terror that drove him insane. They say he was already insane, that the gnomes were one of the many illusions conjured up by paranoia.
The voice got louder, screamed and cried, and he could only scream and cry alongside. The emotions built up inside him, and ran through his veins, more effective than caffeine, more exhilarating than adrenaline.
They took him away, strapped him in bonds he could not break out from. It was then, when others finally allowed him to express his angst, but disabled him to vent through the subtle mechanisms of pain and discomfort, that he let it out, but slowly.
The pace of a tear falling down a cheek.
It just took one scream to lead Tweek Tweak to the arms of Craig Tucker.
Doom cuddled him close.
