[A/N]: First fanfic! This is like a prologue or something because I guess it's way too short to be a chapter... Please criticize me! I don't want people to pretend my work is good, when some things should be changed. Just no flames, please. And I have only watched about four seasons of South Park, so I'm not sure about Tweek's family and such. If there's anything I left out or got wrong please tell me!
Tweek Tweak gazed out the window of the attic softly. It seemed to be his most favored place ever since they moved into South Park a month ago. His parents didn't let him go out much, so he usually went up to the attic, it would always seem to calm him and lessen his shaking. No one could get him there. There were less things to be paranoid about, except for the creepy cob webs that hung in the corners of the attic. They freaked Tweek out a little, but he still felt composed.
He always sat down on the boxes that lied near the window. The window was just a bit taller than him, and he couldn't exactly see through it so he gathered some boxes. There were dozens of boxes in the attic, some piled up, and some scattered around the place. They always seemed full, and had no writing on the sides to give a clue as to what was in them. His parents said they must have belonged to the old owners of the house, and that they must be ornaments.
Tweek glanced towards some little kids playing around in the snow. It must get pretty bothersome having snow fall practically all year. Why did he have to have overprotective parents? Maybe that could be him out there playing in the snow, if he was even allowed outside! But he wasn't, and he knew that as a fact. He didn't even bother asking to go outside anymore, because the answer was always going to be the same. It wasn't like there was a pedophile or child molester on every single street in Colorado!
He even told his parents exactly that, and his father gave him an unsure look. "You never know when one is going to strike, Tweek."
Tweek took in a sharp breath and kicked over a small cardboard box that was in his view. He started kicking and bashing whatever he could get his hands on in the small attic, throwing around boxes and kicking bits and pieces around the place.
"Careful,"
Tweek froze immediately when he heard the eery, soft voice. No one was in this attic but him... right?
Tweak's shriek even scared himself when he darted downstairs to tell his father.