A/N: Hey! Cray Wolf here with another story! I know right, I should just stop? Nah! Okay, so this story is actually going to be kinda personal. This Fanfiction is going to be about a mental hospital, South Park style! Odd, right? Well, I myself, have been in psychiatric care facilities eight different times. There's a reason my name is Cray Wolf. I be Cray. I'm not going into details about WHY I've been in care, but I'm just saying I want to write a story relatable and realistic to real life. This story features CREEK! (Craig X Tweek) Yay! Yaoi! This first chapter is pretty short, but it's mainly a prologue.

NOTE: This is a YAOI! Which means Boy Love! I don't plan to make this smutty.

WARNING: This is a South Park Fanfiction! That means you can expect profanity and adult humor! Triggers! Many things mentioned in this story could include: Self-harm, suicide, drugs, alcohol, and tragedy. If any of this will trigger you, please! Do not read this story! You have been warned.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own South Park nor am I affiliated with it in any way. I only own the plot and story line!

We're All Insane

Questions swirl inside of my head

Secrets whisper from under my bed

Sometimes I think I'd rather be dead

But in the end I just chat with the voices instead

Cray Wolf

Chapter One: I Hate Doctors

"Maybe I didn't put up my walls to keep people out, maybe I only wanted to see who cared enough to break them down."

Unknown

It all started a week ago. When Mr. Mackey (Yes him!) called a large number of South Park Freshmen students to his office. It wasn't surprising that I could name each face I saw crammed in the small room. Butters, Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Kenny, Clyde, Bebe, Red, Tweek, and me. Craig Tucker. Oh, joy. This outta be good. It wasn't by the way. I'll tell you now. Life changing? Yes. Good? No.

"M'kay, it seems like everyone's here, m'kay, good." Said our school counselor. I rolled my eyes and flipped him the bird. He ignored my common gesture. "Now kids, I've known you all for a very long time now, m'kay. I've seen you all in my office more times than necessary and, dare I say, 'normal.'" Mr. Mackey actually looked nervous, which was making me nervous- though I didn't show this. "Really, m'kay, I want to apologize to all of you as this should have caught my attention a long time ago." He sighed.

"Dammit, just get to the fucking point!" Snapped Cartman, who was tapping his foot impatiently, something he'd developed over the course of middle school if I remembered correctly. The sound of his fat foot coming in contact with the floor repeatedly was starting to tick me off. Actually, this whole thing was starting to tick me off.

"Fine, Eric. All of you are extremely mentally, socially, and physically unstable." The older man deadpans. All of our mouths fell open, except for Tweek, who took this as old news. Kyle was the first to speak.

"WHAT?" He exclaimed. "What are talking about Mr. Mackey?!" His face looks at him in disgust and horror. Mr. Mackey just shakes his head. "I - Stan is completely normal!" He earned a few glares by not mentioning that anyone else wasn't as Mr. Mackey claimed.

"Erk… I wouldn't say that…really…" Stan mumbled. Kyle glowered over this statement.

"All of us are perfectly normal in the best way!" Butters chirps, rubbing his knuckles together with a nervous smile.

"Gah! I b - bet the gnomes set him up to trick us so that he can send us all to a psych ward where we'll be butt-raped by some guy named Troy and then he'll say we can't say anything because if we - Ack! - do then he'll cut us to death and hide us in the walls in the bathrooms and - GOD THE PRESSURE!" Tweek screeched as he pulled at his blond hair. I routinely placed my hand on his shoulder to steady his violent twitching. He gives me a look of thanks and I give a warm smile, just for him.

"Actually, Tweek, you aren't far off this time." The counselor rubs the back of his neck.

"WHAT?!" He screams. "I don't wanna be butt-raped!"

"God, no! I meant the part about the psych ward thing." Once again, our mouths fell open in shock and disbelief. I pull Tweek closer to me in an attempt to chill him the fuck out. Though I think I needed to chill the fuck out myself. I may look as blank as ever, but on the inside, I was fucking zipping around as fast as a fucking Pikachu.
"Hm, m'kay… You all can come in now." At his words a door behind his desk opened and through it came two people dressed in scrubs. A man and a woman. They each had a name tagged pinned on the front on their attire. The man's read 'Hippit.' The lady's read 'Lindel.'

What they say when they stand in front of us is honestly a big blur. To sum it up, everyone in the room has been dubbed unfit to stay in this school - or - society for that matter. That each of us has something wrong with us. That we're 'unstable'. I call bull shit. Bull. Fucking. Ass. Licking. Shit. I found myself holding Tweek tightly, but he doesn't seem to mind. I loosen my grip anyway. As the people announce that we're being admitted to Hell's Pass Psychiatric Care, Clyde breaks down crying on the floor. Bebe, his girlfriend, only scowls. Then, all Hell broke loose. What a surprise.

Cartman literally screams. Not even words, he just lets out a long, ear-splitting scream. Which, as you would expect, made Tweek scream. Which only made Clyde sob louder. Bebe grinds her teeth while cursing loudly, Red started filling her nails like the world depended on her rubbing them away to the bone, Butters curls up in a small ball by a chair, Stan loses it and punches Damien, Damien sets the chair by Butters on fire, Kenny starts kicking the wall, Kyle just stands there with fear in his eyes, while I finally flip my shit and nearly squeeze a panicking Tweek to death.

Actually, when I thought about it, I HAVE been hanging with a bunch of nut cases my entire life! Except for Tweek. Despite his appearances, he's the most normal out of all of them.

Clyde cries at the smallest disturbances, Butters is completely brainwashed by his parents, Cartmans a complete sociopath, Damiens the fucking Anti-Christ, Tweeks a skitzo coffee addict, Stans an easily angered alcoholic, Bebe is a total narcissist, Reds OCD has almost killed her numerous times, and I'm a seemingly emotionless douche bag. I'm actually not sure what's wrong with Kyle, besides his total denial of Stan's alcoholism. Then things started getting hazy when I realize there's a bright orange dark stuck in my arm. What the fuck? I quickly and clumsily pull it out. It was pretty quiet now. Most everyone was sloped on the floor, asleep. Tweek was limp in my arms. Despite my efforts, my eyes quickly drooped shut, and I fell backwards onto the floor, taking a sleeping Tweek Tweak with me.

God I hate doctors.

A/N: Okay then! So how'd you like it? I like it. So now I'm working on THREE South Park Fanfictions. This will take up time, considering I plan to make all of them long. But if I could get some reviews on this I would be sooo happy. *Derp* Okay, well…

CRAY WOLF OUT!