Disclaimer: I don't own any character from South Park. They belong to Mark and Trey. Only the plot is mine.

This story was inspired by the song which gave the story's title by the American gothic rock band Faith and The Muse. I highly recommend listening to it in order to grasp better the powerful lyrics and music. Although the general idea is based on this song, I will be quoting other songs in other chapters because music can transmit many feelings that cannot be described with words.

There is not a principal character here, there are several, and each and every one of them complements the others. Nonetheless, every chapter is dedicated to a character and so on. It will be a four chapter installment about them. One doesn't have a chapter, but it is not necessary since he plays a major role with the others. Happy reading and enjoy.

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When We Go Dark

Chapter 1

Sociopath- Christophe

"What have you become?

Could you please them all?

Living someone else's life

Distraction keeps the blinding light

Deflecting off the horror

You've lost your soul or slowly let it die

It's not who you are…"

-Faith and The Muse

We all have our secrets and our ups and downs, but sometimes some people have too much going on inside that there's only darkness. During adolescence, these moments can become crucial and may determine the course of our life. It is up to each other the decisions we make and whether we overcome our darkest moments. As children, the first signs that tell that something is off may go unnoticed or seem irrelevant and are dismissed. Then, they become so regular that people start paying attention, yet it may be too late. That's what happened to me and my fellow inmates here at the mental asylum. I know that word sounds creepy as hell and reminds of the American Horror Story season, but I can't help it, that's what it is. People can call it other ways to smooth everything, but in reality that's where we are: a mental asylum. Depression, sociopath, Tourette's, Asperger, ADD, anxiety, we are all mentally sick. So how do we cope with all our diseases now that we have been diagnosed?

I met the boys during the whole La Resistance situation in which I tried to help them. During this ordeal I didn't get to know them that much, except of course that I immediately hated the fat boy, or any other of their acquaintances- funny how one of them would become an inmate here with me years later. After being chased to death by dogs, these boys thought I was dead, but I wasn't. I was severely injured, but lived on. I never saw the three of them together again as I had to move with my mother to another town. And that's when everything started to go down.

In South Park, my Mom had control over me in some way. But as I grew older it became more difficult for her to keep me around. Many times I escaped at night with my British sweetheart and she would never know where I was. Of course I learned about sex at a younger age besides smoking and cocaine. The problems came with trying to be Mommy's little boy, but I was already forsaken by God. My British blond eventually left me, saying he didn't like my addictions and staying in the closet. I couldn't stand that. I roared and rampaged and hurt people around me. It was bad. And so it happened that in an attempt to help me, my mother took me to a psychiatrist who diagnosed me as a sociopath and a danger to society. When I was fourteen, she committed me to a mental hospital and I have stayed there for five years. It has been pretty fucked up, but many people have entered the hospital during these years that had made my stay a little more interesting, especially a new twitchy, rather nervous boy that came two years after me.

My first two years were characterized by my constant attitude of rebellion against everyone and my rejection to treatment. I had to learn how to get along with other inmates who were weaker than me due to their different illnesses. In my first year, a blond-ish boy arrived and we didn't hit off. In fact, curiously enough for it seems I have a thing for blonds, I despised this kid. He was my same age but something in me told me that he meant trouble. And it sure was. It was not because of his goddam foul language due to his Tourette's, no; it was because of his connection to the twitchy blond, or to put it simply, to the connection with the twitchy blond's object of desire. What are the chances?

The twitchy blond arrived in my second year, after I turned sixteen. He seemed pretty messed up and had several bruises. Despite his terrible appearance, I fall in love with him like love at first sight. As there were no boundaries for me –what else could happen to me? I was already in a sort of prison- I approached him as soon as he was settled in the Tourette's boy room. However, this first encounter was a complete disaster, for when I said "Hi" to him, he started screaming in terror that I wanted his body to sell his organs in the black market.

"What are you talking about blondie?"

"No please, stay away from me! GAH!"

I was taken aback by this; he was hiding himself behind his bed, only his messy spiked golden hair being visible. I then realized that to win his trust it wouldn't be that easy. But I didn't give up and little by little he relaxed and started to confide in me whenever he would have a panic attack, which would unfortunately be very often. I soon learned that this was the reason why he was here: he had Anxiety Personality Disorder. As a kid, everybody, including his parents, thought that his nervousness was a consequence of drinking too much coffee and he would be made fun of- only his boyfriend was really concerned about him. Yes, boyfriend. This adorable twitchy blond had the same boyfriend since he was in fourth grade and would talk about him all the time. I noticed that the Tourette's boy didn't take too kindly to him and would seem annoyed every time the spaz mentioned his lover's name. Why was that? After months of his arrival, and while I was studying him patiently, it was clear to me that his boyfriend, whoever it was, wouldn't visit him here and therefore I had a chance with the spaz. Still, he would remain loyal to the end.

"Is it alright with you if I sit next to you twitchy?"

He gave me a terrified gaze. He was sitting on a couch in the common room painting with water colors.

"Oh man! You startled me! AH!" he said with his squeaky voice. Despite the terror in his eyes, he made room for me to sit on the couch.

"What are you painting this time?" I asked, merely to start a conversation with him. Sometimes I had to chew the fat a little bit with him before saying something that could trigger him anxiety.

"Stars. I want to imagine myself with him outside of this place, very far from here. He liked to watch the starts with me, so I'm painting stars to watch them while I'm here."

If I was all a god-forsaken teenager, having lost innocence at a young age, this twitchy boy was all pureness in spite of his disease. He was very creative and was optimistic on life. That's why I was so attracted to him. I needed him to become a better person, I wanted to be a better person for him. He was so fragile and was having difficult moments here coping with his problems. They aggravated and was desperate for his boyfriend- it was all he knew.

"You know," I said softly "you have been here now for almost a year and he hasn't come yet to visit you. Why are you still clinging to him?"

He stopped abruptly painting, dropping his paint brush to the ground.

"The fact that we aren't together right now does not change his love for me. I know that he hasn't given up on me yet. He wants me to get better and so I will get better. Don't pressure me!" Even though twitchy would always stutter and couldn't hold a conversation without one of his tics, he would always seem so sure of himself whenever he talked about his space-lover boyfriend. Damn, I was so jealous!

"Ok, ok, calm down twitchy. It's just that you told me that he has been your only boyfriend in your whole life; you have been together for six years. Don't you want to know other people? Try new things?" I was going further this time. I knew for a fact he wasn't all that innocent regarding sex. His boyfriend had already ripped off his virginity.

My blond stiffened. He didn't like to talk about sex, especially his own sex life. He confided in me that little secret after he had an attack about everyone knowing he was no longer a virgin and his dad would sell him to slavery.

"GAH, that's too much pressure man! I can't do that to him! He has always been there for me!" His nervousness was taking over him. I decided to shut up and let him be or else he would have another episode ruining his chances of getting better.

Still, I was determined to win the spaz's heart. After all, I had the advantage of being with him every day while his boyfriend was probably cheating on him with a beautiful blonde. For what I knew, that bastard was very sexually active and probably couldn't hold himself without his twitchy boyfriend. So what if spaz had fun here too? He was getting more comfortable with me as time went by and one time he cuddled with me, though he was having an episode where he imagined I was his boyfriend.

One night, the Tourette's kid woke me up. Being spaz's roommate, he told me that twitchy was going through another anxiety attack and was all shaking.

"He- COCK SUCKING- needs you."

I watched him for a fraction of second. We both knew that it would have been better to call a nurse and give him some of his pills, but for some reason the Tourette's kid wanted me to be with spaz and calmed him down. He said that I was the only one who could do that, not even some goddam pills. I took this as my chance to show my twitchy blond how much I cared for him.

"All right, but you have to stay in my bed. We don't want the checks to discover I'm not asleep."

Their room was two rooms to my left. When I slowly opened the door, I found him hiding behind his bed, just as his first day here. Indeed he was there shaking and saying nonsense about a Bloody Face wanting to skin him off.

"Oh my God! He probably is planning to take me to his house where he can make lamps with my skin. Perhaps Doctor Adler is going to sedate me and he and Sister Mary Eunice will give my body to Bloody Face. GAH!" He sure was sweating.

"Twitchy, I'm here." I came close to him, trying to reach him.

"Are you Father Timothy? Have you come for me to take me to Bloody Face?"

"No, no, twitchy, it's me, The Mole. I'm your Christophe, remember?" He stared at me as if he didn't know who I was. After a moment he came to his senses and broke down into tears.

"Christophe, help me! I don't want to stay here at Briarcliff Manor!" My, his paranoias were extreme. When he was only 10 years-old he would think his underpants were taken at night by gnomes, but as a teenager his fears became really dark with homicide and murderers. He threw himself into my arms and started frantically sobbing while clinging to my chest.

"There there twitchy." I patted him and gave a kissed to his forehead. "You are not at Briarcliff Manor and there isn't a Bloody Face. You are here with me and I won't let anything happen to you."

"You promise Christophe?"

"I promise, my dearest twitchy, that nothing will happen to you as long as I'm here with you."

He stopped sobbing, but he was still clinging to me chest. I savored this moment as a unique one until he realized that he shouldn't be doing this with me. However, he stayed there for a few more minutes and didn't push me away from him.

"Chris?" he timidly asked.

"Yeah twitchy?"

"Could you stay with me tonight? I don't want to sleep alone."

My heart started beating faster. Twitchy was asking me to be with him! Me, Christophe "The Mole" to stay the night with him, not his fucking spaceman boyfriend. I was beaming with joy on the inside.

"Sure twitchy. The Tourette's kid is staying at my room. I can use his bed."

"No, I mean- GAH, pressure! Could you -agh- sleep with me? Whenever I couldn't sleep he would hold me in my bed until I fall asleep. I guess I became so used to that and now I need it."

That was beyond my wildest dreams. I didn't dare to question him, so I immediately crawled into his bed with him before he could change his mind. He didn't give signs of having second thoughts though; in fact he seemed very pleased with the idea of being the two of us together in his bed.

We stayed for a few moments just in one position. His head was now on my chest and he was curled beside me like a little kitten. I stroked his golden hair and he started giving little purrs of joy. I was waiting for him to fall asleep, when suddenly he moved his head closer to me and caressed my lips with his fingers. I was perplexed by this action and froze when his lips met mine.

He was kissing me! The twitchy blond of my dreams was kissing me! What had changed? Why was he doing this now? I couldn't care less about it and instead enjoyed the kiss. At first it had been a little peck, just a brush of his lips with mine and then he timidly tried to open my mouth with his tongue. He was cupping my face while he was kissing me and I was caressing his back. As the heat started rising up, his kisses became more hot and passionate, as if he had been craving this for so long. I was starting to get hard and I noticed that he was too. This spaz may seem all innocent on the outside, but I'm pretty sure he was missing all his sex life with his spaceman and was desperate to get some action. This was one-time chance that I wasn't going to blow away.

Speaking of blows, twitchy was on his way to suck my cock. His hands started going down my pants until he reached my hard cock and gave it a few strokes. Man, that felt good. Dammit, I hated to admit but his boyfriend had sure taught him some good tricks. He then went down on me and sucked the life out of me until I reached the most wonderful orgasm in my whole fucking life. He had even swallowed all of it without spilling a drop of it. I had to bite myself hard in order not to scream and wake up all our other fellow inmates.

"Was I good? I mean, I haven't done this in a while. I hope I didn't forget how to do it-agh!"

Catching my breath, I managed to say "You were more than good, twitchy. You were splendid."

He smiled, something I had hardly seen during the time he had been here. He was very proud of himself. "Thank you Christophe. I like you a lot, you know?"

That melted my heart, but on the outside I only said "I like you too twitchy." After that, he finally fall asleep on my chest. It was 3:46 am. I stayed with him until 6 o'clock and then went to my room.

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The next day, twitchy wasn't afraid of being close with me and his nervousness had lessened. We were enjoying ourselves watching Star Wars Episode VI in the common room along with the Tourette's kid and a new inmate with a blue hat and a red puff- he had just checked in the day before. About half the movie a nurse came to us and said that twitchy had a visitor.

"Tweek, a boy with a blue chullo is here. He said he has come to pay you a visit, he's waiting for you."

Tweek immediately set free of me and went with him. The Tourette's kid seemed heartbroken and the new kid was undisturbed and continued watching the movie.

So it was true. It didn't matter that we have had hot a night and he had given me an amazing blowjob- he still wanted him. Or was it? Why had he come closer to me last night? I was very confused, but the only thing I was certain of at that moment was that Craig Tucker would never let Tweek Tweak go.

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So thank you for reading. Comments are more than welcome. If you still have not heard the song, then go right now to your Spotify or search for it on YouTube. I'm seriously. Also, if you like some horror and haven't watch it yet, then look for American Horror Story: Asylum on Netflix or whatever- you will understand what Tweek was talking about.

Merry Christmas!

Miss MoKa

December 22nd, 2015