There are a lot of advantages when you're a time traveler. For example, you can leap through time to go to the future and buy the current iPhone for a much cheaper price, because it's already outdated. You can buy games before they get released or watch movies. You can go to the future and look at the math test you'll have to take soon and just learn the answers to the questions. When you get into a new TV show, you'll know before anyone else if it'll be cancelled and you can spare yourself some pain.

You can do many things when you're a time traveler.

You can probably also go back centuries or way into the future and just have adventures through space and time, but this was Craig. He doesn't care about those adventures. He liked it nice and boring. He used his ability only for small things.

His best friend was Token, the current leader of the United States Time Travelers Clan. Yeah, that was a mouthful to say. Token was the same age as Craig was, only eighteen, but he already seemed much more mature and wiser than him. Maybe that's what happens when you're the leader of the clan in the 21st century. Craig doesn't know much about Token's predecessor, he does know that his name had been Jimmy Valmer and according to Token, knew Craig.

Craig can't imagine him leaping back to the 20th century. Why would he go there? He can't deal the racist and homophobic people that come from those times. That's why he preferred the future, it was much nicer. The only people that romanticize the old times were probably straight and white. Neither of which he was.

On top of that, Craig doesn't travel that often through time anyway. It was too exhausting, he could get into trouble and the Time Travelers have too many rules Craig can't bother to follow. Token was glad that Craig doesn't cause any trouble and all he ever did was sometimes go a few years into the future. It according to Token, spared him a lot of time and trouble.

Craig can imagine. All these weirdos traveling through space and time, becoming crazy maniacs and accidentally spilling their secret to the outside world or try to kill Hitler. Not that Craig wouldn't want to, but Craig had his reasons not to do it. It's not like 2016 was his favorite year, but it could've been worse. He could've been born in the 18th century. He's pretty sure he wouldn't have survived that. Especially because he wasn't white.

Plus, he had his family with him here. Sure, they weren't a perfect family, but no family was and he counts himself lucky for having them. His sister has this stupid urge to test every new nail polish she buys on him, his mom finds new obsessions every quarter year (this time of the year it was musicals and she has been singing Hamilton songs the whole day) and his dad was ridiculously awkward when it came to social interactions.

Craig's probably most like him when it came to personality. Look-wise not so much, since he was adopted.

This day promised to be like any other day. Get up to work and then go back to sleep, maybe drop by the Time Mansion to check up on Token and how he was doing. Craig pitied Token, he'd so not want to be the leader of the Time Travelers. They barely have time to get out and are already chosen at a very young age. Token has never had a girlfriend or boyfriend (Craig doesn't even know if he swings that way) or any kind of fun time. Most Time Leaders end up alone as far as Craig knew too.

You do all these things for the timeline and what do you get in return? The world doesn't know you exist and you have almost no people to share your success with. It sounded stupid and useless. But somebody had to do it, right?

Craig wakes up like on every other day. His phone plays the theme song to Red Racer. He has watched every single episode of it, even from 2060, the year they revive that TV show. He still thinks it's one of the best things his time has ever produced for the world. You think a person would start hating the theme song when it's set as your alarm, right? Well, not for Craig.

Next on his list is eating cereals with his annoying little sister sitting across him. Her hair is in two braids and her cheeks are puffed, as she watches him.

"What?", he asks her.

"Oh, nothing." Ruby shrugs, pouring herself some milk in her bowl. She's also one of those weird people that put milk first and cereal second. "You wore that shirt yesterday."

Craig looks down at himself and shrugs. "Who cares? I'll change later anyway."

"I do. I have a reputation and I don't want my loser of brother to ruin it for me," Ruby replies.

Craig rolls his eyes. She was fourteen, for god's sake. "Shut up and eat your cereal." He goes upstairs to change his shirt, though and brushes his teeth. For the next five minutes, he feeds his guinea pig Stripe and talks with her, stroking her soft fur and then leaves for work.

His parents aren't really happy for his decision to work and not go to college. He could've probably applied for a scholarship, Craig's grades have always been phenomenal. Which was always because he cheated on every single test. Hey, you have to use your powers when you can, right?

Instead, Craig works at a boring job at Best Buy. One day, he'll get out of here, but for now he settles with this job. He has no idea what Ruby's problem with his shirt was, he had to change anyway. He doesn't until he's actually there, because Craig likes to spend the least time as possible in that ugly work shirt.

The day seems unpromising, as if nothing important will happen. This is, of course, until he gets one customer. Craig doesn't really pay attention to him at first, he's too busy stocking up the latest video games. He has played some of them before the release date. The customer is right next to him, bright orange parka and blond hair.

"Craig Tucker, right?"

Craig looks up and his eyes meet blue ones. The guy has a tan, messy hair and a tooth gap. He's good looking and they're about the same age. "How do you know my name?"

"Nametag."

"There's not my last name," Craig replies and the guy sighs.

"Okay, I'll make this short. Name's Kenny McCormick, I'm one of you," he explains.

"One. Of… Us," Craig repeats. "You work here?"

Kenny stares at him for a while, until his mouth widens into a smile and he starts laughing. He sounds so carefree and he's way too loud, so Craig shoots him a glare. "No, I mean. One of the time travelers."

As soon as Craig hears those words, he straightens up and widens his eyes. "You better keep quiet." He has never met another time traveler in his life before.

"You look at me like I'm the first you've ever met."

"You are," Craig replies and Kenny perks his eyebrows and whistles.

"Wow, I'm honored. Anyway, I need to talk to you."

"No." Craig turns around. "I don't have time for this." He walks away, but Kenny puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, I'm a customer, right? Tell me a little bit about those TVs and you help me out. Be a little bit polite."

"No way." Nice and boring. He did not want this. This Kenny guy practically screamed trouble. And this was such an ugly parka, why would anyone wear it?

"I'll tell your boss about how rude you were to me," Kenny threatens and Craig groans.

"Fine." He turns around and walks to the TV section, while Kenny follows him cheerfully.

"Okay, let me tell you a little bit about myself to make this quick. The faster I can find out what I need, the faster I'll be gone, okay?" Craig sighs and nods. Yeah, he really wanted to get this over with fast. "'Kay. I'm Kenny, or Kenneth, whatever. Twenty years old, born 1902-"

"You're from the past?" Craig is surprised by this and Kenny nods.

"Yeah. 1922's my real time now. It's been a while since I've been there, though." Kenny shrugs. "Anyway, long story short, I know you're a time traveler, I know both of your parents are and therefor you have a special ability."

"What?" Craig furrows his brows.

"You know, like me. Those timetravel kids with both parents being time travelers." Kenny shrugs.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Craig replies, but Kenny shakes his head.

"Yeah, you do. You're not just a usual time traveler. You have a special ability."

"I do not. Apart from, well, time traveling." Craig sees his boss walking near them and starts talking about the TV in front of them. After his boss is gone, he sighs and stares at Kenny. "Look, I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about, so leave me alone."

"I can't. I believe you, you might not know what your ability is. But I'm going to find it out. You ever tried to leap through time with another person?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Grab their hand and just- woosh!- were somewhere else?"

Craig shakes his head and Kenny sighs. Why the fuck would he? "I don't even travel that often myself."

"You fucking Dewdropper," Kenny mutters.

"Uh, what?"

"Nothing." Kenny straightens his parka and lets out a sigh. "Okay, let's try it out." He offers Craig his hand with a smile on his lips.

"No."

"Come on, Tucker!"

"I said no. Why would you want that?"

"Complicated story. I need to go to a time and can't go there myself," Kenny explains.

"You know, you sound crazy, right?"

Kenny laughs. "Crazy? In a world full of time travelers you think this is crazy?"

"Look, whatever your problem is, it's not mine. You can go to the Mansion, it's not far away from here. The current leader's Token, he's a cool guy."

Was it just Craig or did Kenny's face just went pale? He can't tell, but he doesn't care that much either. This guy was just annoying. Why the hell can't he travel to a time himself? Was he a time traveler or not? And why should Craig help him out in the first place? He had no idea who that guy was, and to be honest, he wasn't so keen about finding out.

"What? No. Okay, when's your break?"

"In two hours."

"Fine, I'll wait for you outside. And don't think you can run away from me."

Craig doubts he can. He tries not to think about that weird guy for the next two hours and gets back to work. What has Token told him about other time travelers? Better not to talk with them and stay out of trouble. He should call him later, after his meeting with Kenny outside, so he'll know what's currently going on.


He doesn't want to, but two hours later, Craig's standing outside with Kenny. He takes out a cigarette to smoke, because this was a little bit too much for Craig. Yeah, he was a creature of habit. Something a little bit different already shook him off course.

"Butt me." Kenny reaches out a hand and Craig stares at him for a while, confused. "Sorry. I meant, 'give me a cigarette'."

Craig offers him one of his, not because he's a nice person, but because he has a feeling Kenny would be more annoying, if he wouldn't give him one.

"So, you really don't know what your ability is?"

"No."

Kenny sighs and stares down at the ground. "Okay, here's the thing: Time travelers, you know? We have at least one parent, that's one too. It's always a 50/50 chance whether you get the ability to travel too. But it gets a little bit tricky, once both of your parents are time travelers. You have special abilities, and they lose theirs. Happened to my family."

"Tell me about it," Craig says. He has never heard that before. Maybe Token would've told him, but he has never asked.

"My mom died after giving birth. My parents were on the run from- whatever. Anyway, she died, my dad was angry and got drunk and died a little bit after that. I don't know anything 'bout them, I'm an orphan. Living the Oliver Twist life. You… know what that is, right? Do people frome this time know Oliver Twist?"

Craig rolls his eyes. "Yes."

"Good. Well, anyway, I can't die. That's my ability. I literally can't die. Every time I die, I come back to live. The tricky part is that I always come back to life in another time. It's freaky, because I can't choose the time myself. I haven't been back at my time for a very long time. It's fucking awful and a curse."

Craig agrees. He can't imagine what it'd be like to be stuck in a time he doesn't belong to. "So, now you want to go back to the 20s?"

"What? Bull. Of course not, have you seen the 20s? Especially for the lower class and someone who prefers other guys. It's the worst time someone like me can hang out in."

"Then what do you want from me? You can stay here. To be fair, 2016 sucks too sometimes and there are a lot of homophobic, sexist and racist idiots, but I bet it's better than the 20s," Craig says, as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"I agree. That's not it. Two years ago, I died and woke up in 1830. I would've probably killed myself immediately to find another time, but the son of a wealthy noble family took me in. He was… cute."

"You stayed in 1830 because you thought a guy was cute?" Craig can't believe this guy. Yeah, he is just like he had thought. Fucking stupid and crazy. Why would anyone stay at such a horrible time? He bets the hygiene was horrible. And how can one survive without wifi or other electronic devices? "Knock knock, get the door. It's 1830's religion and telling you that homosexuality is a sin."

"You don't understand. He was really handsome and- Whatever. His family took me in and I worked as their gardener, but," Kenny grins widely. "we fell in love. You can imagine how that goes."

"He was the son of a rich nobleman," Craig says. "Somebody found you and forced you to leave?"

"Yeah, that's practically it. With the difference, that they fucking killed me. Now I have to get back to my love and take him with me to another time. He thinks I'm dead!" Kenny lowers his head. "I'm searching for people whose parents were both time travelers to find those with special abilities. I got a list written down with them."

"Special Ability… as in, take someone with them while traveling?"

Kenny nods. "Somebody has to be able to do that."

"Sorry, I can't."

"Have you ever tried?"

Craig hesitates. "No."

"Will you help me?"

Trouble. This guy is screaming of trouble. "What was that guy's name?"

"You mean my love's? His name was Leopold," Kenny replies and Craig sighs. Well, trying out won't hurt, right? He nods and Kenny reaches out his hand again and this time, Craig grabs it.

"Wait!"

They turn around to see another guy standing there. He's short, pale and somehow Craig feels like they've met before. Messy, blonde hair frames his pale face, his eyes are big and green, dark shadows under them. He looks shocked at them and gulps.

"Craig," he whispers. It's so quiet, Craig has almost not heard it.

"A friend of your's?", Kenny asks Craig.

"No," Craig replies, but he can't look away. The guy just seems… adorable. His messy hair reminded him of some hamster and his clothes were way too loose for his small frame.

"I'm Tweek. Tweek Tweak."

"What kind of name is Tweek Tweak?", Craig asks and Tweek smiles, showing all his teeth. His smile is adorable too.

"23rd century name," Tweek replies.

"Fuck no." Not another one. Craig has thought this day was going to be a day like any other. Nice and boring. Instead, two time travelers visit him on the same day. It's too much for Craig, who has never even met another one in all of his life.

"Hi, Kenny." Tweek looks to Kenny.

"We know each other?"

"Apparently not. But yeah, we do."

They're all confused and Tweek sighs. "It's… complicated." He stares back at Craig again, and something in the way he looks at Craig, makes him want to hide. He's looking at Craig as if he's someone else, someone special, not just some kid who works at Best Buy.

"Future Me, Past You?", Kenny guesses and Tweek nods.

"Same with me?", Craig asks him and Tweek opens his motuh. His mouth is small and his cheeks are rosy and for some reason, Craig just really wants to touch them.

"… Yeah." Tweek nods. "This your first time meeting each other?"

"Yes. Do you, by any chance, know what his ability is?"

"Oh, yes. He's not the one you're searching for. You're looking for Stan Marsh, born in 2132, he's hard to find, though."

"Why that?"

"He's on the run from the clan. Craig's ability is to visit himself in his own timeline."

Craig has no idea what that blonde guy was talking about. "Thank you!", Kenny says, smiling widely. He takes out a gun. "Okay, goodbye, guys. I've gotta kill myself."

"What?!" Craig screams. Was that guy serious? Was that a real gun?!

"You heard that guy. The one I'm searching for isn't you. It's that Marsh guy. So I have to search for him."

"You want to kill yourself?"

"It wouldn't be my first time." Kenny said it in a joking voice, but somewhere deep behind it was some kind of sadness. He was crazy.

"Killing yourself isn't a joke," Craig says.

"I know. It hurts, but the things I do for love."

Craig wants to say something, but Tweek puts his hand on Craig's shoulder. "Let him be."

"Are you crazy?" Craig shakes him off and Tweek looks hurt and averts his eyes. He hates seeing that guy like this, but this situation was ridiculous. "You barely know him! How do you know he's talking the truth?"

Kenny stops and looks to Tweek.

"You don't trust me?", Tweek asks quietly, looking up to Craig.

"Fuck no. I don't know you. You could be some creepy guy," he replies.

"I know you, Kenny. You're searching for Leopold Stotch, you like to call him Butters. Sometimes Marjorine. You were born 1911. Or was it 1901? Shit! I have no idea. Was it the 1920s or 1930s you're in now? Oh, Jesus. I get confused with decades that aren't from my century." Tweek shrugs.

"Okay, I trust him."

"You're both crazy," Craig says and Tweek looks down.

"I… I'm not crazy." He looks so heartbroken by these words and Craig feels bad. Of course, he still thinks he's kind of crazy, but Tweek looks lost and sad right now. "How do we know each other?"

Tweek looks up and smiles. "We met some time ago. It's the future for you, I guess. You're so young now. Eighteen, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm twenty-one." Tweek turns back to Kenny. "I wish I could be of more help." He goes forward and then whispers something in Kenny's ear, making him smile.

"Thank you." The boy seems cheerful and he practically leaps away with that happy face.

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing." Tweek shrugs. "A-Anyway. You want to get to know me?"

"What?"

Tweek blushes. "Sorry. I… argh, that came out the wrong way. We're friends, or we will be. So, do you want to… I don't know. Spend some time with me?"

"I'm still at work." Craig points to the show and Tweek smiles.

"Why are you a time traveler if you don't use that to your advantage? We can always come back," Tweek replies. Okay, he did have a point. But this guy was a total stranger and this just seemed like more trouble. Craig has had enough of complications for one day and it wasn't even the afternoon yet.

But something told him, he should go for it. Maybe it was, because he thought that guy was kind of cute. He could be an evil maniac, but Craig could always flee, right? He wasn't like Kenny, stuck in the same time until he died.

Tweek's reaching out his hand, waiting for Craig to take his hand.

"Fine." He can't believe it, but he takes Tweek's hand.

"So, Craig, have you ever been to Paris?"

"No?"

Tweek giggled, smiling. "1889, Paris. We're going to have a tour through the Eiffel Tower from Monsieur Eiffel himself."


A/N: okay so, craig's peruvian (half) and adopted. theres a reason i did that which is not only bc i like the fandoms headcanon of him being peruvian, bc this is a time travelers au. as a poc myself i like time traveling but you gotta admit the times were horrible for us back in the day. and i dont want to just **romanticize** the past just bc the aesthetic were nice u know ? :)