Damned, Scarred but Mended
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Warning: contains OOC characters, cross-dressing, swearing, character bashing on Eric Cartman, Violence, slut-shaming, and any other contents considered inappropriate. Contains Yaoi (BoyxBoy), so if you hate Boy and Boy love, cross-dressing, or anything else according to the warning, then LEAVE THIS FANFICTION NOW!
Summary: Tired of the divide between the Coon and Friends and the Freedom Pals, Tweek quits the Freedom Pals to develop his own superhero ego and enlists an unlikely ally on various adventures. Little did he knows is that he unexpectedly draw attention from a villain who's behind the crimes and the split between two franchises.
Chapter 1: The Fall of Wonder Tweek
~At the Freedom Pals Lair (Token's house) ~
Third person's point of view
"Doctor Timothy, I want to quit the Freedom Pals," he announced to the Freedom Pals' leader, facing him. The wheelchaired psychic put his finger on his left side of his head, wearing a solemn look on his face. "I see, Wonder Tweek. What's your reason to do so?" He concerned, using his telepathic power.
"Well... Gah!" The blond boy uttered hesitantly, "It is my decision to choose and do so, nothing's intentional."
The strawberry blond nodded his head, never pressurizing him for other reasons.
"All right, then if that is the case," he confirmed, "You can still keep in touch with us or come back at any moment you yearn."
Tweek's point of view
Understanding what Doctor Timothy affirms, I thank him for accepting my departure from the Freedom Pals. Leaving outside slowly I look down at the ground. I may have regret declaring my farewell from the Freedom Pals. But, a part of me tells me otherwise. Ever since I walked out on the Coon and Friends because of the Coon's sucky franchise plan, my ex-boyfriend should've done the same. But, he chooses to stay just because he has his own movie. This is the point where we have some squabbles from Coonstragram to the first Civil War. The first Civil War is by far the worst which I lost to him. I fucking lost to him and I'll never forgive him for it. Afterward, I feel senses of doubts on everything about myself.
How I'm a sidekick/lap dog to him.
A liability to the Freedom Pals.
How it is my fault for this whole franchise clash.
Or how I couldn't live without him.
No matter how hard I train to catch up to him and my Freedom Pals members just deemed as useless. Grabbing the collar of my navy-blue sweatshirt, I grimace at it. He gave me his sweatshirt to wear for my costume when we were going to play superheroes as a duo. Not to mention, the color reminds me of him too much to bear. Rage unexpectedly awaken inside me, warming up my body to full degrees. Maybe he'll be better off past Wonder Tweek at all. In fact, Wonder Tweek don't need him anymore.
"Gah! Fine, if he chooses the franchise over me, then so be it!" I almost shouted, stomping morosely with my hands clutching into fists.
Third person's POV
Tweek heads to the gas station to buy a box of matches and gasoline. Once he got them, he takes a hike to a secluded forest. Throughout his trek, he comes upon a steep, rocky hill. He gulps, twitching at the top. Reluctant, he steps up to the pebbly slope one by one. Trailing along, he almost trips clumsily. With his hand slightly scraped, he willingly manages to pick himself up and keep going until he makes it to the peak. The summit looks breathtaking with an ample waterfall flowing down a river along the field of radiant wildflowers. It really calms him down to clear his mind, despite his caffeine obsession in addition to his anxiety. Inhaling the breeze, he kneels down to take off his brown gloves and blue headband. Stuffing his gloves into his pockets, he carefully buttons his sweatshirt and sets it down adjacent to the headband.
Tweek's point of view
I pull out the gasoline and immediately pour over the headband and the sweatshirt. The revolting smell of gasoline fills my nose up. Opening the box, I shakily strike the match. A spark of fire is lit up successfully. Dropping a single blazing match into these pile of costume pieces, I watch as the persona I'd built into becomes ash and dust. My eyes were watering suddenly to let out a sob. It is the end of Wonder Tweek.
No more civil wars anymore. The Coon and Friends and Freedom Pals may point the fingers and headbutt at each other whatever they're hungry for. Let it be the war of words until they can all crash and burn. Fine by me because it is clear that they don't care about being a superhero just to save lives; one thing they care about is themselves. This time I don't want to be a part of it.
No more him anymore. He can go make millions of dollars out of his franchise, shit on me and tell me to go fuck myself. Fine by me because I realize I'm not good enough for him; he did enjoy breaking my heart. In fact, we used to be a duo, however with us in two different sides, we're straight up enemies. Not some typical Romeo and Juliet bullshit. It's over between us.
Now I don't know them anymore. Everybody I know them as comrades were fading away in the blink of an eye. Especially him. My everything, best friend, and soul mate. If push comes to shove, I'll stay out of it. My last words to them are "I quit not out of cowardice; I quit because I'm done with everything."
Third person's POV
~Meanwhile at the Freedom Pals Lair (Token's house) ~
"What do you mean Wonder Tweek leaves Freedom Pals?!" An infuriated Mysterion exclaimed, "We're outnumbered without him!"
"As I'm about to announce, Wonder Tweek informs his exit already by choice," Doctor Timothy announced to the rest of the Freedom Pals members.
"But why?! He's the brains and heart of the Freedom Pals we ever have," Toolshed reasoned.
"I bet he's doing it for Super Craig. He still has feelings for that dick," Tupperware bitterly assumed, "After all, he's doing fine without him since our split from Coon and Friends."
"Now Freedom Pals, I told him that he can return any moment at his wills," reminded the psychic leader, "He never do anything underhanded." The remaining three superheroes nod at Doctor Timothy.
"You're right," agreed the raven-haired gadgeteer as he takes out his phone," In the meantime, I think I know someone we can turn to."
"Good idea," agreed with the cyborg," We'll take care of it tomorrow."