A/N Yes, I should be working on WGGTJLC&C, but I have so many ideas, and I have to research more about tourettes syndrom to get it right and blah, blah , blah.

And what about Shit Happens? Well, I'm working on it… I need to figure out the timeline...

Whatever.

So, here's tiny!Craig in a short and sweet Creek fic. So, I have warned you now that ii is a fucked up slash, so leave if you want.

It will not last long. SHORT AND SWEET. Ha, get it? Short? Mini? … :D

Anyways, Disclaimer: I don't own anything but these words.

Potions Shmotions

Chapter One: Cauldron

Craig Tucker walks along the main street in downtown South Park. He was at the pet store buying more food for his guinea pig, Stripes. The animal is old, Craig having bought the rodent back in the third grade, but eight years later some how that old heart was still beating. Speaking of hearts, Craig had a change in his this evening. For no apparent reason, he had the urge to do something… different. His whole life has been lived in a boring, mundane fashion, just the way he likes it. He just felt like inexplicably changing it.

With his unusual urge to break his regular path, Craig strays down an ally that connects to another back street. Without thinking much of his surroundings, he takes a turn, than another turn, and another. After another turn where he has ended up nearly lost in the downtown of the mountain town, he notices a sign. The sign is old and tattered with chipped purple writing: Cauldron. Sketchy; a place Craig would have never entered if he weren't in this obscure mood of his. Actually, he wouldn't have even gotten in this mess if he had just kept walking home. But for unknown reasons he feels drawn to this store. He enters the old wooden door.

The shop is musky and filled with dust. The shelves are filled with old books and mysterious artifacts. It looks like a scene right out of a Halloween movie.

'Well, this is a little fucked.' Craig thought to himself as he moved through the dimly lit shop.

"Good evening." A woman's voice chimes from the wooden counter on the other side of the room.

"Um, hey."

"What bring you here, dear? You don't exactly look like one of my usual customers." She chuckles. Craig, dressed in a striped blue and black long-sleeved v-neck, blue short-sleeved man blouse thing, jeans ripped at the knees, boots, and his average teenage boy hair cut, he walks over to the woman.

"To be honest, I have no fucking clue why I'm here."

"Drawn here? I understand. This place just has a certain aura about it, hm?" Her purple lips twist into a smirk.

"Uh, I guess." Craig takes a glance to the woman after taking in his surroundings. She has purple, red, black, and blonde hair, which Craig already thinks looks stupid. Her mess of dark make-up, and black clothes didn't help. He wondered why the hell she had so many god damn piercings as well. He just didn't understand women I general, this one being no exception.

"Hmm…" The woman walks out from around the counter and circles Craig like a vulture. "I have just the things for you." She says, somehow assuming Craig needed or wanted anything from the shop at all. She takes off and grabs a few things from around the shop to come and place them on the counter.

"What the hell is that?"

"You'll just have to find out, dear." Her creepy smile forms again on her lips, making the usually stoic Craig a little uneasy. He contemplates, only for a moment, whether to buy what she has placed out. There are two small vials, one purple, and one orange.

"How much?"

"Ten bucks."

"Hm." He pulls out his red-racer wallet to pay for the merchandise. Once rung through, whatever feeling had overtaken him was gone. All he wanted now was to get the fuck out of that store. So, he did.