Chapter 2...

Your name is Craig Tucker, and the last thing you remember from your dream is blacking out.

It all seemed so real to you though. The sights, the sounds, the scary realistic setting and nature of it all.

You could still hear Tweek Tweak screaming. You could feel the warm blood on yourself. You could smell the warm blood on yourself, and it choked you.

The heat of the day still laughed at you as if saying, "This is all real!"

Your phone flashes the date and time on the screen. It's August 14, the time is a little before 12 in the morning. You've only been asleep for 2 or 3 hours.

Bullshit, you're going back to sleep.

~.::;::.~

By the time you wake up again, it's after 11 in the morning. The sun blinds your groggy eyes, and you try to head back under your covers and go back to sleep. Your phone rings and vibrates on your nightstand; you going back to sleep is obviously not an option.

You don't bother checking the caller ID as you answer the call. "Hello?" You say, your voice stitched with nasally annoyance.

"D-Did I wake you? Oh m-man! I knew I shouldn't have -gah- c-called you!"

At least it's not Clyde, you think as you listen to Tweek's incoherent babble.

"...I knew it w-was a -ack!- bad idea t-t-to ask if you wanted to -nngh- go to th-the park with me!"

"Sure,"

"W-What?" You hang up on the blond and force yourself to get out of bed.

~.::;::.~

You and Tweek meet up around 12:30 in the afternoon. The familiarity of the scene is scary to you.

You and Tweek didn't meet at the playground, just the the tree-filled park. All Tweek wanted to to do was take a nice, peaceful walk. That was different, and it gave you some peace of mind. On the other hand, there were things that unnerved you.

Tweek had brought along Coffee with him, and you were both near a construction site, closer to it than you were at first in your dream You decide not to let these things get to your head and just enjoy your conversation to your best ability.

Time passes on and you remember that your grandmother was coming to visit. You had to get going.

"I need to start heading home," you say. Tweek nods and gives a small twitch as you walk along.

The twitch doesn't sit well with Coffee, who was resting in Tweek's arms, and she runs off. Tweek gets ready to mad dash for her.

Then you remember your Dream. The thought of Tweek getting hit by the truck sends your mind in a frenzy. You grab onto Tweek's wrist before the blond can run after the cat. "Calm down," you say in as stoic a manner as possible. The emotions you were feeling hid behind your face. "We'll find her."

Tweek looks surprised and upset, but he understands what you mean and doesn't run off. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

Both you and Tweek begin searching for Coffee. You find yourself close to the construction site. The memories of your dream make you nervous. You shouldn't, you felt like you just saved Tweek.

Did you?

The people around are looking up at the construction sight. Many of them gasp at toward the sky. The wing-chimes of a near-by store jingle softly at a small breeze.

You couldn't believe what happened before your eyes.

What the people were looking was the set of iron poles dangerously on the verge of falling as they were being carried up. They gasped when the iron poles did fall.

You were completely hopeless as you watched one of the iron poles impale Tweek Tweak straight through. You heard the screams of people and the soft jingle of wind-chimes blend together.

Over those sounds, you heard the clear laughter of the summer heat:

"This is the real thing!"

Your name is Craig Tucker, and as your vision fades away, you think you saw Tweek Tweak smiling.

End.

A/N: I didn't think this one came out too well. It's satisfactory, but something seems just a bit...off to me. It came out good though, and I hope you enjoy it.