I'm actually not sure why I'm writing this at all xD. It's SUPERNATURAL so…weird shit is about to go down.

I have another South Park fanfiction named Played if anyone wants to check it out (-shameless advertisment xD)

*Disclaimer: I don't own South Park :c. But, don't you think it would be great if Matt and Trey made an episode parodying the slash fandom? xD

Introduction

Tweek Tweak was always alone. In fact, he had so little contact with the world around him, that the blonde never had proper social encounters. Because of this, he became increasingly paranoid, assuming the worst in ever living creature instead of the best. Tweek's first eight years of life were painfully lonely. His parents were busy and never seemed to find time in their schedule for the companion seeking boy. And, all the children in South Park thought that he was very strange.

Tweek Tweak wasn't like every other child. He had a constant nervous twitch, which paired along with his constant paranoia made him appetizing to local bullies. His parents claimed the fault was ADD; however it was probably because the child was guzzling gallons worth of caffeine everyday. No, Tweek was indeed an outcast, and desperately needed a friend.

The young caffeine addict's prayers were answered one day in the end of his third grade year. Tweek was walking home from school, he had missed the bus. Tweek missed the bus often because he was held after class for shouting unnecessary conspiracy theories and "disturbing the peace". It wasn't his fault though; Tweek was constantly squeezing embarrassing noises out of his small mouth. He contemplated his lack of control as rain began sprinkle his wild blonde hair (another strange characteristic of the child).

"Oh Jesus…" Tweek whimpered, "I better get home soon, or I could get a cold." Usually, he would have continued on to say how a cold could lead to pneumonia and that leading to dying on the streets. But today, voices and laughing cut off his fearful thoughts. Curious, Tweek looked in the direction of where the voices were coming from. He could see three boys huddled together across the street. It looked as if they were surrounding something, something that occasionally gave a weak growl or whimper. The boys around it laughed, and one threw a foot in the direction of the mystery creature in-between them.

Tweek was horrified when he caught a glimpse of a harmless furry face. Those boys were beating up a puppy. The blonde let out a whimper, and without thinking about it, ran across the road toward the menacing group (who looked like they were fifth graders). This was a big deal for anyone who observed Tweek. The boy was not the confrontational type, so the only reason he was about to go to such lengths to defend this puppy is unknown. Perhaps he felt a connection between himself and the pitiful creature.

"H-hey—ngh—what do you think you're doing?" Tweek squeaked at the boys, now a few feet away from them. They all turned to the blonde curiously. When he saw their eyes, Tweek wanted to make a mad dash for it, until he caught a glimpse of the young animals face. It was staring at him, and to Tweek it almost looked…thankful? The small shaking boy swallowed a lump in his throat.

"I-it's illegal to hurt animals h-here." He pulled at his shirt awkwardly; it was damp and cold from the rain.

"Dude its Twitch," one of the boys laughed. "Twitch" was Tweek's most commonly known nickname at school. "Aww, what's the matter? Want us to beat on you instead?"

Tweek never got to voice his opinion, not that it would have mattered either way. All too quickly the fifth graders advanced on Tweek and gave him a regular beating. He was smacked in the head, kicked in the stomach and sides, and given a painful wedgie. These fifth graders were smart; they knew how to hurt a boy without leaving suspicious marks. Everything passed in a blur though, because Tweek was (sadly) used to being beat up, and often retreated into his own mind when such occurrences happened. Luckily, the rain was making the fifth graders cold, and they decided to leave the two pitiful creatures where they were on the abandoned street.

The blonde (who was doubled over on the ground) eventually peered up at the scrawny puppy, that was now sitting a few inches in front of him; it's head cocked to the side curiously. It had pointed ears (not the floppy ones) and midnight black fur, which was matted and stained with dark crusts of blood. Tweek took into account the beautiful dark blue eyes it had. He had never seen a dog with such wonderful eyes. The blonde's eye twitched involuntarily as he sat up on his knees, watching the puppy curiously. Shyly, he held out a shaky hand to the animal. The young dog hesitated, but then it padded awkwardly over to Tweek and set its front paws on the small boy's thighs. Tweek squealed nervously but was sent into a fit of giggles when the dog licked at his cheeks, where tears had fallen.

Tweek Tweak finally had a friend.

The boy took the puppy home and begged his parents to allow him to keep it. His mother thought it would be good to have a dog around to guard the house when they were gone, and it made both parents feel less guilty about leaving their son alone so much. Tweek was very attached to the dog, and cuddled with it every night. The midnight pup would follow Tweek everywhere, no leash was ever required.

In the beginning, Tweek helped the small puppy heal and grow, feeling a sense of pride that he was able to protect a living creature. However, as time went on, Tweek went from being the protector to the protected. The dog got bigger at an alarming rate and was fearsome enough for citizens of South Park to steer clear of Tweek whenever he was outside (Tweek never went anywhere except school without his trusty dog). However, the big animal was as gentle with Tweek as it would have been with any of its young. Strangely enough, Tweek never bothered to name the dog; he figured it would be too much pressure if the dog didn't like his name. For once, Tweek Tweak was happy, and not alone.

However, that ended his freshman year of high school, when Tweek came home, and his beloved dog wasn't on the front lawn waiting for him. The blonde assumed he must be in the house, but couldn't find him there either. It didn't take long for the caffeine addict to throw a fit; he searched the whole entire town for his dog…but never found him.

Tweek Tweak was once again completely alone. His only friend was gone. Kidnapped, killed, or eaten. The list in the paranoid teen's mind was endless. The real story begins five months after the dog had gone missing. Tweek was going back to school from winter break. The one thing he asked for Christmas was for his dog to come back, but his wish was ignored.

Or so he thought.

One

It was his first day back, and Tweek was relieved that he was able to go the whole morning without being pummeled into a locker. The small boy shakily walked to his homeroom class, where the teacher would take attendance and pretty much do nothing else. Homeroom was such a stupid waist of fifteen minutes. All kids did was talk and throw papers at him, it was Tweek's least favorite part of the day.

The blonde sat in the back corner of the room, where he could observe the other kids in his class without worrying if one was sneaking up behind him. Tweek brought his skinny legs to his chest and sat curled up in his desk chair. He reached for the silver thermos inside his backpack's side pocket. Tweek had been drinking more coffee than usual lately. Ever since he lost his dog, the boy drank at least four thermoses full in one school day. He had even more at home.

Tweek's green eyes prickled with forbidden tears dedicated to his lovely friend. The blonde tried desperately to keep them from spilling over, but it was in vain. Luckily the teacher called attention to the class before anyone could notice Tweek's pitiful silent sorrow.

"Alright guys, we have a new student to South Park today, so I want all of you to make him feel welcome." The teacher said with false cheer. She looked into the hallway, "Come on in dear, and introduce yourself."

A boy lazily stepped into the class room. Girls swooned and giggled at his appearance while guys made approving gestures with their hands. This boy was tall, well built, and had the most beautiful blue eyes Tweek had ever seen. The boy was wearing a blue chullo hat, but he could see midnight black hair poking out of its edges. The boy scanned the room, like he was looking for someone in particular, and his eyes rested on a still crying Tweek Tweak. The blonde shivered and wiped the traitorous tears off of his face as fast as he could. Great, now he was going to be made fun of by the new kid.

"My name's Craig Tucker." The boy said, with an alarmingly handsome voice. The girls fawned over his name. Craig then shrugged lazily, "That's it." He kept his eyes glued to Tweek, though the blonde couldn't tell because he was now hiding his wet face in his knees.

The teacher glared at Craig for his lack of an introduction but waved it off. "Alright, go find a seat. The rest of you can talk amongst yourselves."

Tweek was horrified when he heard the desk chair next to him squeal in protest. Oh God, he was about to be made fun of again. Sighing, the blonde put his legs down in the normal position and shook as he turned to face his tormentor. He was shocked to see Craig, sitting in a position that was facing him with a warm smile on his face. Jesus Christ the new kid is going to kill me on his first day, Tweek thought frantically. Finally, Tweek spoke, unable to take the awkward silence.

"I-if you want to—ngh—beat me up, you should wait till homeroom is over." Tweek squeaked. "Otherwise, the teacher w-will see, you and you'll get into trouble." His statement gained him a deep frown from Craig Tucker.

"Tweek," he said, "I'd never beat you up." The whole class went silent and stared at the new kid like he was insane, Tweek included. He must be lying. Wait, how did he know his name? Oh God, he probably works for the government or something and was sent here to assassinate Tweek.

"Gah! Stay away from me you spy!" The blonde shouted hysterically. He stood up in a swift twitchy motion and grabbed his thermos. He screamed again before zooming out of the room, the teacher not even phased because this happened at least twice a month. Tweek could hear the other kids in the classroom laughing; he only assumed Craig must be laughing the hardest.

So that was Chapter One. What do you think o: should I continue? I know it's kind of a strange plot but whatever xD. Uhm, so review please and I think I'll keep going.