AN: Fuck fuck fuck. Another chaptered story to clear the cobwebs out of my brain.
Dedicated to XMistressChaosX because she requested it.
Also I channeled Dave this whole time. Fuck yeah.

**SPOILERRR RIGHT HERE OTHERWISE SKIP TO UNDER THE LINE**

Paraphrased prompt:
Tweek/Token
Horror/Romance
500 words+
Stockholm Syndrome
High School
Tweek already with someone else

Token Black hated Craig Tucker.

The first time he came to terms with this fact, Token was appalled. He was a 'lover not a fighter' kind of guy: the one who stood in the background and voiced his opinions every once in awhile. He didn't have the bubbling pit of rage deep within him, like everyone else seemed to contain. It came across him, once. Would everyone just be molten lava beneath their flesh and bone? But then he really thought about that question and almost slapped himself for the stupidity.

He couldn't quite pin what got under his skin the most, though. It seemed that everything Craig did made him want to lash out, made him want to punch that fucker right in the face. Craig wasn't a bad guy, really. He might smoke pot, he might beat up a few people when someone really riled him up, but Token knew that Craig wasn't like that. He was an awkward faggot that listened to indie bullshit all day through his shitty headphones, which was probably meant to symbolize just how down to earth he was. (That might be what pissed Token off. If anything, Craig was a fucking astronaut repairing shit out on Jupiter.)

It wasn't really fair to put Craig up as the leader, either. He had absolutely no leadership qualities, and if it were up to him, would spend the entire day snacking on Cheesy Poofs and watching old cartoons. That's the kind of guy Craig was, and he really pissed Token off for some sort of biological reason. Maybe he just hated his face. That would-be-pretty-if-he-fixed-his-teeth face, that just screamed 'Punch me in the teeth. Force me to get braces.'

But Craig probably wouldn't even get braces or fake teeth or whatever.

Which made Token hate him even more.

After Clyde moved away at the end of their tenth year, their group seemed to go to shit. Craig and Tweek hooked up immediately after, and Token was left as the odd third wheel to anything they ever did. They'd hang out at Craig's house to play Mario Kart and Token would win every fucking time, because Tweek just needed to fuck Craig's mouth right then and damn controlling Princess Peach is hard as shit when you have an octopus on your face.

Token didn't hold anything against Tweek. Tweek...Tweek took some time to get used to. He was always a jittery sort of kid. The kind that, if you were a qualified doctor, you would prescribe some meds like your life depended on it. There wasn't really anything wrong with him (Token didn't think) but he was just slightly different. Which was cool in Token's book. If there wasn't any shit to be investigating then he sure as hell wouldn't be poking his nose in it.

But then he had to hook up with Craig, and had to keep it a secret from everyone but Token (whom he was comfortable making out in front of) because he really didn't need anything more on his plate. That kid had shitstorms out his wazoo, and if sucking face in the middle of an episode of Looney Tunes made his life that much easier: so be it.

If Craig had kept his hands of Tweek, none of this wouldn't have happened. If they both had just remained bros for life, then nothing would have been chucked into the blender like this was Top Chef and they were cooking shit like whoa.

Token thought of Craig as a fucking banana. Son of a bitch deserved to be the ugly reject of the fruity family.