Scary movies, the news, campfire stories....Tweek had a love/hate relationship with them all.
He had had to raise himself, god knew his parents didn't help him... and finding out about these stories, the obviously fake and the true but exaggerated, had jump started his paranoia. Anything that a five year old could figure out from un-censored, parental-guidance needed programs that no one bothered keeping him away from, were forever imprinted on his brain as things that could (and "will") happen. No one taught him how to tell if a tale was fake, no one bothered to keep his small- kindergarten brain naïve; he hated them (the stories, that is...) for killing his mental health, and- in return, his social abilities.
But there were things Tweek liked about them. The main reason being that now that Tweek knew what people were capable of, he could prepare. Now that he was aware of the different ways to kill a man with a spoon or the motives one takes into his hands when joining the mafia, he could expect things, and knowing about them was a cursed relief.
The second reason was more childish... yet peaceful...
Every once and a while on the news, the bad guy is the one shot, and scary movies and stories had heros that Tweek grew to love and admire. A hero... someone who made it all go away... someone who would have kicked his child-neglectful parents' asses to the curb, someone who would have pulled out his own gun and shot the robber who's weapon was pointed at a damsel in distress. There was always a damsel in distress...
Anyways, I only tell you this, because he's having a rather tough time, you see- at this point in the large, bright, finished room of Token's basement. It was Token's "pre-party party"(Tweek figured it was a rich-kid thing...) in which all his "cool" guy friends hung out (Tweek also wondered how exactly he made that list), stayed over, then the next day more people would come (less important guys and, of course, the girls) over for a giant party which everyone was anticipating (you guessed it-) Beer. It turns out that many South Park teenagers had easy accessibility to that stuff. Now that Token was in high school, he had explained to the group once, His parents trusted him "alone" for his parties, which meant that he was with a butler, a maid, and a cook. -the bastard....- but those three could be told to go busy themselves, and Token assured everyone they wouldn't tell his parents about the illegal underage beverage or break anything up.
SO, currently, Tweek is hugging his knees, trying in vain to keep his eyes open during the whole movie, which (of COURSE) none of THEM think is even all that scary... Christophe himself said he'd seen much, much worse, Gregory nodded and no one pushed the matter for fear of answers.
Token said they were only going to watch a movie to wait out the time until it got dark, but Token wouldn't tell anyone what he had planed.
All the boys had been sitting, lying, or kneeling against a large couch in front of an even larger t.v. Tweek had run into the room last, and therefore had been awarded with the space on the floor to the left of the couch. Craig was on his side, sitting on the armrest, and from there was Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Token, Damien, Pip, Clyde, Christophe on the opposite armrest and Gregory on the opposite ground of Tweek. The brown swede couch technically fit only seven, but when two boys sat on either end and one on each armrest, it was still comfortable, especially to most who've never owned such a luxury, like Kenny for example.
They were only watching the movie when Christophe angrily reminded Tweek that it was physically impossible for zombie-like things to come out of the t.v, and then coolly stated- "Shut ze fuck up and let us watch 'I Am Legend'." [Yes, the movie had been out for two years already, but Token liked it, it was his party, and most of the kids hadn't seen it yet anyway, probably because of but not limited to; groundings, not enough money, poor planing, or should have been studding.] Tweek, upon hearing his name after trying to block peoples' voices out, screamed, then unknowingly started softly calling out things again. At this point in their practiced lives, people were finding it easy for the most part to ignore Tweek until the point where his screeching deafened out the soundtrack.
"Oh- come on, Tweek, calm down, the first fifteen minutes only just ended." Tweek jumped in his skin and turned up to see who had comforted him (not that it was necessary, he knew this raspy voice) he saw Craig's head and sympathetic smile inches away from his own; or so it felt like. (technically, he was much higher up due to hight differences and the fact Tweek was on the ground and the brunette was on the armrest even higher up than most of the others)
Tweek immediately halted his shaking without the slightest hesitation and figured that "if Craig said it wasn't scary, how bad could it be?" Tweek even managed looking up at the screen for a bit; the movie was only on the flashback scene, where the people evacuated. Tweek did, however, jump a bit when he heard Christophe's next heavily laced French accent ring out in the echo of the largest basement he'd Tweek'd ever been in.
"Wait a zecond... Craig, how ze fuck were you able to calm zat spaz down?"
Tweek felt his neck get jerked to the right in a twitch. How had Craig calmed him down? He hadn't said anything anyone else hadn't already tried... He looked back up to find Craig staring at him- not Christophe, Tweek- in annoyed confusion, which made Tweek shake all the more violently.
"Magic." Craig grunted as he dismissed the subject and turned back to the screen.
Tweek found himself staring at Craig, and would have started to become paranoid that Craig would think he was weird had he not realized he wasn't alone in the concept. In fact, Craig and Pip were the only ones still watching "I Am Legend." Most were looking at the back of Craig's head, some at Tweek, and Kenny was looking back and forth between them. Tweek had forgotten about Kenny though, so when his voice called out (rather loudly) Tweek felt himself shake.
"Aaaaahhhhh...... I get it." Tweek saw the other blonde look at him, then Craig, then smile at Stan (who had a blank look) before "intensely focusing" back at the t.v.
"What? ...What's there to get?" Craig had turned from the screaming zombie-like characters to stare Kenny strait in the eye, who just laughed softly to himself. The poor boy might not be book-smart, but he certainly loved confusion and the power to make people ask him things only he knew, as Tweek noticed...
Kenny was still pretending to watch the screen as his smile widened to a sly look that just screamed "bastard", and Craig looked like he was going to punch his face in just as soon as he figured out what the blonde had meant.
The welfare child gave up on staring past the supposedly creepy moving pictures on the screen and turned his head once more to Stan, keeping his inhuman smile. Tweek wondered that if Damien ever smiled, would it look scarier than Kenny's right now? What if Kenny, Damien, Christophe, Gregory, and *gasp* CRAIG all got into a demonic smiling contest and-
Tweek's paranoid thought process was cut short on the account of Kenny asking Stan in his broken-sentience-structure english "YOU get it?" he asked with that cocky look still plastered on his face; successfully creeping Tweek out.
"I get it now." Stan's smile in response was a lot less sadistic, but intimidating none the less. However- Craig couldn't glare at him because of his angry focus on Kenny... Stan did, though, add an "It's okay." to Tweek.
What was okay? Oh my god.... Tweek was practically looking over the edge of the cliff of his sanity. Not being able to take much more of this, he began to shake violently; his glazed over eyes staring at the carpet in front of him. Had he been able to look up, he would have seen Craig looking at both him and Kenny with a mix of anger and confusion.
And then, just as Craig opened his mouth to speak again, a scream ran out in an echo in everyone's ears.
It took Tweek a full eighteen seconds of wide-eyed frantic searching before he realized it was the movie.
All fell silent. Even the movie reached a relatively quiet point. Some, such as Pip, weren't speaking because they were enjoying the movie, but others, like Tweek, Craig, Token, Kyle, Damien, and others whose interest had been invoked, were silenced because they were looking around and thinking about... anything.
Tweek's shaking had reduced but still been noticeable during the silence until he started wondering what the others were thinking about.
Why was KENNY looking at STAN?
Why was STAN smiling and rolling his eyes at KYLE?
Why were CLYDE and TOKEN looking at seemingly EVERYONE?
Why were GREGORY, DAMEIN and CHRISTOPHE looking pissed at anyone who had recently spoken?
(wait, wasn't that last one normal?)
but mostly-
Why was CRAIG looking at HIM?!?
In any other case, Tweek would have cried out in agony; for the pressure was too great, you see; but there was something in Craig's face... (sympathy? ...no... ...concern?) Kept Tweek silent, and inexplicably had the effect of making him turn his head to look somewhere, anywhere else.
The window.
"...he-...hey guys?" The sudden words post-traumatizing silence would have made Tweek's heart race had he not been the one to speak up. Instead, all eyes turned silently to him. (Tweek could just feel the looks as he started shaking and continued his diligent window watching)
"It's dark out."
Now, even Pip looked back from the movie, waiting for Token's explanation of why they had been waiting until this moment.
Token and his best friend Clyde stood up simultaneously as they both smiled and started to direct orders of where people would stand.
