A/N: What do you do when you still feel like shit after writing a chapter? YOU WRITE ANOTHER MOTHERCLUCKING CHAPTER, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO!

Enjoy.

Tweek

He was staring again.

Tweek could feel his eyes boring into the back of his head, probably burning a hole through his crazy blond hair. Those icy blue eyes, shooting lasers into his brain, probably killing him slowly, just for fun. Just like always, always. He was always staring and it was always terrifying.

Staring down at his paper, which swam in his vision, Tweek tried to just ignore the boy behind him. He could hear him thinking, thoughts of killing him probably, leaving him in a ditch to rot where the maggots would eat him and no one would ever know he'd died. Tugging at his hair, Tweek tried to push the thoughts from his brain, but they just kept getting louder.

From behind him, Wendy sneezed and Tweek leaped half a mile and let out an involuntary wail. The worst part was, the eyes boring into him still hadn't moved. Don't make eye-contact, don't turn around. He'll kill you if you look into his eyes, he'll probably kill you anyway. No, that wasn't true, was it? The Noirette hadn't even spoken to him, there was no way that Tweek could have pissed him off, right?

But then why was he always staring?!

Teeth knocking together, Tweek reached for his pencil before realization dawned on him. The boy had only started noticing him this year, right? He'd never so much as glanced his way before. That must mean that something had happened over the summer.

Oh Jesus, what if he was kidnapped by the aliens and now this is just a clone in his place? OH GOD, WHAT IF IT'S ONE OF THEM? Tossing his head around, Tweek looked at all the other kids around him and felt a large stab of panic. What if they'd all been replaced by aliens and he was the only human left? What if he was next?!

Aloud, he shrieked, "ACK, NO! THEY'RE COMING FOR ME!" SHIT, NOW THEY KNOW I KNOW WHAT THEY ARE! With a great thunk, Tweek banged his head on his desk. WHY AREN'T THEY ATTACKING ME? I bet he's their leader, they're waiting for his signal. What does he want from me, what does that clone want from me?

Tweek couldn't even begin to stop the terrified moan that escaped his lips at the thoughts that crowded his mind of what they'd want to do to him. It could be anything, what could he possibly have that they didn't have? Oh god, they're going to replace me too, but they need my brain so the clone can act like me!

"Oh, Jesus…" he whimpered, tangling his hands in his hair and pulling down hard, trying to pull the terrifying images out by force and they threatened to overwhelm him. "They w-want to harvest my –ngh- brain!" His desk shook and rattled as he twitched against it, desperately trying to calm himself down. All he could do was pull his hair harder and let his thoughts rattle against his skull.

Then a soft tapping filtered through his panic, the light pattern of a pencil against the side of a desk. His pencil, Tweek knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. Held in those large calloused hands that knew how to cause pain too easily. The sound snapped him out of his fear, jerking him back into the present abruptly.

No, they weren't aliens, the boy behind him wasn't an alien, he told himself, even though he twitched violently at the remaining thoughts of brain-controlling extra-terrestrials. The Noirette would be more dangerous as a human than as an alien anyway. Besides, if it had been a plan to clone everyone, they would have gotten Tweek first, he was the weakest target.

Trying to keep from hyperventilating again, Tweek reached quickly for his thermos, desperate for the coffee it contained. He knew he shouldn't drink so much but he also knew that he wouldn't survive otherwise. Besides, it was the only thing that had a chance of keeping him calm.

Except that the moment his hands managed to close around the warm metal, a chill ran down his spine like a million ants marching down his skin. It was the fault of those damn EYES! Hands trembling harder than before, Tweek swallowed hard as he tried to fumble the top of his thermos open. STOP STARING AT ME! He wanted to scream it but who knew what would happen then, what if the boy killed him?

His fingers slipped at Tweek was powerless to stop his thermos from tumbling to the floor. Catching sight of that ratty blue Chullo out of the corner of his eyes, Tweek fell out of his chair in an attempt to get out of range of those terrifying and entrancing eyes. If he looked into them, he wouldn't be able to look away.

Pushing his mind back to getting some coffee, Tweek grabbed for his thermos. It slipped out of his shaking fingers several times, but at last, he managed to paw it open. As the rich, dark liquid slipped down his throat, Tweek finally managed to calm down enough to breathe normally. I'm fine, it's fine. Realizing he was still on the floor, Tweek scrambled back into his chair.

Luckily, no one else had even paid attention to his episode. Except for him, but he always paid attention. God, he thinks I'm stupid. Who didn't think he was stupid? Maybe the boy was just watching him for entertainment purposes?

Mr. Garrison opened his mouth and started talking, forcing Tweek to listen. Except he couldn't even hear what the man was saying, no matter how hard he tried to focus. All he could hear was his own rapidly increasing heartbeat and the (probably) imagined sound of the boy breathing. But it didn't even matter because Tweek could just hear that slightly nasally, yet unusually deep voice rocketing about in his head and oh, GOD MAKE IT STOP!

With a shriek of utter frustration, Tweek banged his head on the desk again. No one even said a word about it. At least now he could hear the teacher, however boring and irritating the words coming out of his mouth were. Those eyes were still on him, but Tweek tried to console himself by muttering, "Come on, at least he's not a flesh-eating alien. He's just… Just…" Worse, infinitely worse.

Jotting down the dates Mr. Garrison had just written on the board, Tweek braced himself as the man chose that moment to ask a question. "Now at this time the Mongols were gaining quite a lot of momentum and the leader at the time is still well known today. Craig, who was the leader of the Mongol hoards at this time?"

Tugging on his hair, Tweek waited for the boy behind him to answer. Why isn't he saying anything, what's going on? He was still staring at Tweek so why wasn't he listening to what Mr. Garrison was saying. What if he got pissed and sent the Noirette to the principles again? Didn't he care at all?

"Craig, I asked you a question, I don't like it when you ignore me. Who was the leader at this time?" Oh god, it was stressing him out, like majorly stressing him out. JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION, OH GOD, IT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE! "Craig? Craig!"

Just as Tweek snapped around so he could stare at the terrifying boy behind him, the boy turned to face the teacher. And it was at this moment that Tweek once again forgot how to breathe.

It was why he never looked at him, never dared to make eye contact. Every time it happened he could feel himself freezing up and if freaked him out because he didn't have any clue why it happened. But he still couldn't look away.

Craig Tucker, in all his terrifying presence, was staring at the teacher impassively with that eternally blank expression. He was so tall for a fourth grader, Tweek felt intimidated even from across the classroom. With that blue hoodie and blue hat that hid his raven hair, Craig could have almost passed himself off as innocuous but he was anything but. Tweek knew this beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Ever since they were young, Tweek had stayed out of the boy's way. He was scared of quite a few people at school but there were two in particular that were at the top of that list. The first was Eric Cartman, for obvious reasons. The second was Craig Tucker and god, Tweek was probably more scared of the Noirette than he'd ever be of Cartman.

He always looked so blank, Tweek couldn't read him. The only emotion he showed was anger, powerful and sudden. Stronger than what Tweek would probably be able to face head-on. If one day that blank stare turned to a glare, Tweek was sure he'd die, right on the spot. It was too horrifying to even think about.

Whatever Mr. Garrison had said, Craig simply stared at him for a moment more before flipping the teacher off. Tweek would have died before he did something like that, the pressure was just too much for him to deal with. He'd get sent to the principles and his parents would lock him in his room and he'd run out of coffee and the underpants gnomes would come for him and then he'd be killed!

But Craig wasn't worried, even when the teacher demanded, "Craig Tucker, did you just flip me off?!"

"No," Craig answered back, straight-faced. How he could do that was a mystery to Tweek, just like everything else about the terrifying boy. When the teacher only huffed and asked the rest of the class the question, Craig's eyes drifted.

Before he could even begin to look away, Tweek found himself caught in that powerful and hypnotic stare. SHIT! Oh, Jesus FUCK! He couldn't move, he could only twitch and maintain eye-contact with Craig.

Tweek was sure he was sweating, he had to be, but he couldn't look away. There was something about Craig that demanded his attention, even when there were a million other things for him to be paying attention to. Craig just had that kind of presence, silent but intimidating. Monstrous.

But he didn't look monstrous right now, he just looked passive, calm. Like he was simply trying to figure Tweek out. Except Tweek didn't want to be figured out by someone like Craig, he didn't want Craig to see all the monsters inside his head, he didn't want Craig to know how pathetic he was and try to stamp him out like the bug he was.

Unable to handle it a moment longer, Tweek screeched and jerked back around, finally free of the magnetic pull of Craig Tucker. He's going to kill me someday, this is going to be my death! Thankfully, the bell rung at that moment. Scrambling desperately to gather all his stuff up while the kids around him pushed and shoved to get to the door and out to lunch, Tweek avoided looking at Craig as he ran out of the classroom.

But he could still feel those eyes on him, and it terrified him.

Pushing out into the hall, Tweek tried to keep a firm grip on his thermos as he was shoved to and fro by the crush of people around him. He felt horribly claustrophobic but there was nothing he could do about it but ride out the wave and try not to freak out any more than he already was.

The moment he'd reached his locker, Tweek had to enter the combination several times before he finally managed to control his shaking enough to get the code right.

This would mark another day that Tweek had survived being watched almost constantly by Craig. If he had to deal with much more of this, he was going to crack, split right down the middle. Could that happen if you got super stressed? Could you literally break into pieces? With a sound of fear, Tweek stumbled back away from his locker and tugged on his hair in terror. Oh man, I'm definitely going to die now.

"Out of my way, fag!" Suddenly, Tweek found his head connecting with the cold metal of the lockers as Cartman pushed him aside, slamming him into the unforgiving surface. Pinned down by his own backpack, Tweek could do nothing but lay there, trapped under the weight of his failures as Eric walked away, laughing.

For a moment he just lay there, wondering if this was really going to be the rest of his life in South Park. Then he remembered how many different types of germs he could pick up from the school floor and Tweek scrambled upright, screaming as he did so, "AUGH, I'M GONNA GET AIDS!"

Yup, just another day at South Park Elementary…

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"Hey, wait up Tweekers!" At the sound of that excited voice, Tweek stopped his shuffle to where the bus had just parked and groaned under his breath, even as he twitched. Why god, what the hell did I do?

As Kenny McCormick drew level with him, Tweek looked over at the happy, laid back boy. He was probably Tweek's antithesis in every sense of the word, and yet here he was yet again, wanting to talk to him. "Sucks that Cartman shoved you into the lockers again," he commented, ambling along beside Tweek. Reaching over to poke at the bruise that had blossomed on the side of his face, Kenny added, "He's a jackass alright."

Swatting Kenny's hand away with a yell, Tweek stumbled and almost fell. "W-what do you want?"

"Come now," Kenny all but purred, his lashes lowered. "Can't I talk to my bestest buddy Tweek sometimes?" He threw an arm around Tweek's shoulder, much to the shorter blond's displeasure. "What's so wrong with that, huh?"

"JUST T-TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!" Tweek insisted, tugging at his hair in distress. He absolutely hated it when people touched him without permission, but Kenny had never listened, not once.

"Aww, I just wanted to ask how things were going between you and Craig," Kenny said simply, a wide smirk on his face.

At the words, Tweek all but stopped breathing again. WHAT THE FUCK!? "THERE'S NOTHING GOING ON B-BETWEEN US, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU T-THINK SOMETHING LIKE THAT?" He was freaking out, he was so not okay with this. Craig? What on earth would he have going on with someone like that? Why would he even talk to the boy? He'd rather eat food off the floor than risk talking to Craig Tucker.

"Tweeky~" the sandy blond crooned, giving him a sly look. He wiggled a finger in Tweek's face, causing the still panicking boy to lean back in fright. "Don't think I can't see the way he stares at you and you at him. You can't hide from me."

"Gha! L-leave me alone Kenny!" Tweek yelped once more, trying to push the boy's arm off of him. Kenny was the only person who ever talked to Tweek, but sometimes, he couldn't help but wish the boy wouldn't bother. "H-HE'S JUST PLANNING TO KILL ME!"

Waving a gloved finger, Kenny tsked reproachfully. "Now now Tweeky, you know that our darling Craig wouldn't hurt a hair on your head." Feeling yet more panic rising up at the thought of interacting with Craig in such a way, Tweek shrieked and dropped his thermos.

"STOP! I've never even t-talked to him, he h-hates me! I JUST WANT HIM TO STOP STARING AT ME!" Scrambling to pick up the shiny silver container, Tweek fought the oppressive cheer of the boy beside him. "Just go away already!"

Kenny pouted but pulled up the hood of his ancient orange Parka regardless. "So cruel to me Tweekers, it's so mean." Shrugging, he hummed. "You're probably right though, Craig would tear you apart like a tender bit of meat at the hands of a hungry bear." Flashing a grin at Tweek's horrified expression, Kenny all but cackled. "What's with that face?"

"T-t-tear me apart?" Tweek squeaked pathetically, twitching more violently at the thought. "OH GOD HE DOES WANT TO KILL ME!"

Patting his back, Kenny just laughed. "Oh, you two are better than television." Waving, Kenny broke away from Tweek so he could walk towards Cartman and the rest of his gang. "Keep being clueless Tweeky, you're adorable." And with that, the frustrating boy was gone.

Frustrated and stressed, Tweek pawed at his thermos lid and tried to take a sip only to find the thing entirely empty. Letting out a scream, Tweek shook violently and almost dropped his bag. He needed more caffeine, and he needed to get away from this horrible town before it drove him entirely insane. Not that I'm not already crazy enough. But this town, this godforsaken town with its crazy people and crazy happenings, it was enough to drive even the sanest person to the edge.

But maybe Tweek was so crazy, all the crazy around him just bounced off…

Absently letting his eyes wander, Tweek watched the boy in the orange parka talk to Stan and Kyle and felt another knot of frustration well up inside him. "F-fuck you, Kenny," Tweek mumbled under his breath, shouldering his backpack more firmly and resisting the urge to tug on his hair. Sometimes, he just wanted the world to leave him alone.

Just like I want Craig to leave me alone…

For good measure, he muttered, "And fuck you too Craig."

Feeling marginally better, Tweek continued his trek home.

A/N: Ha! Okay, but seriously, this is going to be very close to the canon so we're about to head into season three episode five territory. It will be as close to the canon as I can make it but I'll be fleshing it out somewhat. Actually, there's going to be a whole lot of fleshing out. But we'll get there.

Bye now.