Later that night, Craig was setting up traps in his room. They were all really basic and half of them were pretty useless, but in his 6-year-old mind, he thought he was an absolute genius. He had marbles on the floor so it could slip if it walked on them, a thin rope he found in the garage that could snag it;s leg if it stepped in the looped part (even though it wasn't attached to anything, so it was just a piece of rope on the ground), and a couple more things here and there. No way it was getting away.

"This is going to be great." He said with pride at his accomplishments. "If only Clyde could be here to see this." He'd invited Clyde, but he was a big baby and said he was too scared to spend the night after what he'd told him. "Well...I'm not scared." He reassured himself. He checked his closet one more time, just in case, and still found nothing. He sighed before changing into his pajamas and hopping into bed. "I know I saw you...I'm not crazy." He turned on his Red Racer nightlight so he'd have a little more visual if something did happen. Finally, he closed his eyes, waiting for any sign of the creature.

Craig ended up dozing off, but the sound of movement near him woke him with a start. He sat up quickly, and smiled when he saw the thing moving across the floor. With the added light, albeit faint, he was able to see what looked like a child, but with something coming out of their back. He narrowed his eyes and saw the child playing with the marbles he'd left out on the ground like a cat. Hey, those were supposed to be a trap! Well, since none of his traps were working, he had to improvise. He slowly and silently slipped off of his bed, looking around until his eyes landed on his laundry basket. He picked it up and stepped closer to the child-like thing. Once he was close enough, he readied himself before hearing a loud creaking sound with his last step. The thing suddenly whipped around and Craig saw a flash of fangs as it lunged for him.

"AAAH!" Craig yelled as he suddenly closed his eyes and slammed the basket down, holding his breath as if waiting for impact. When nothing happened, he opened his eyes and looked around. He was okay. He then looked at the basket that was lying upside down on the floor and saw...nothing! All this for nothing?! Was he going crazy? He definitely saw it. So, where was it? Suddenly, his mother and father came bursting into the room.

"Craig? Craig, honey, are you okay?" His mother asked worriedly. "We heard you scream."

"I'm okay, mommy, I was just trying to get the monster."

"Craig, how many times have we told you? There's no such thing as monsters." His father scolded.

"But I-"

"No buts, young man. You're lucky you didn't wake your little sister up, otherwise I'd force you to put her back down, no matter how late you'd be up."

"Thomas..."

"No, Laura. He's got to learn he can't be doing this. Go on back to bed, and we better not hear a peep out of you for the rest of the night!" His father said before walking away. Laura gave her son a pitied look.

"Mind your father, sweetie. Goodnight. Have sweet dreams." She said softly with that warm smile as she closed the door. Craig sighed and picked the rope up off the floor and threw it to the side before looking back at the basket. Only, it wasn't there.

"Wha-" He looked around, and saw it scooting slowly across the floor. His eyes widened. There was nothing in it. He walked over to it and put a hand on top of it to stop it from moving. "What the..." He leaned down to look inside, and that's when he heard a deep snarl before the basket lurched in his direction. Craig fell back in surprise as he felt his heartrate increase drastically. Then, out of nowhere, where there was nothing, a creature took shape right in front of him. Craig's mouth fell agape. "You...you were invisible...this whole time! Every time I checked in the closet!"

Craig couldn't believe his eyes. He quickly stood up and ran over to his light switch, turning it on. When he returned, the saw what was now clearly a young boy. But, without the cover of darkness, he didn't look frightening. He looked terrified. As he looked the little boy over, he saw that he had small bat-like wings, tiny horns, a long, pointed tail, and...goat legs? Craig sat down in front of him and stared in awe.

"What...are you?" He asked. The boy simply hissed, showing long, sharp teeth that just barely protruded past his lip. "You look pretty human...but your not. What's your name?" No response. "How old are you?" The strange boy growled at him. "Can't you talk instead of just...making noises at me?" After still getting no response, Craig sighed and stood up. He looked around. "Hold on." He grabbed a few things, such as heavy books and a lamp, and stacked them on top of the basket so the creature wouldn't escape. He then quietly left his room.

After several minutes, he finally came back with a plate that had cookies, slices of deli ham, and a carrot. He walked over and sat down in front of the basket.

"Okay, I'm guessing you won't talk because you don't really like me that much. I did kind of trap you, but you don't have to worry. I won't hurt you. And to show you how nice I am, I brought a bunch of stuff for you to eat. I wasn't sure what you liked...so I mixed it up." The winged boy eyed the plate before bringing his face close to the holes in the basket. "That's it. Here." He said, holding out the carrot to him. The boy sniffed at it and immediately growled, backing up. Craig chuckled softly. "Yeah, I agree." He then held up a cookie. Again, the boy rejected it. "What? You don't like cookies either? You really aren't human." Craig smiled at his own joke before offering the ham. "This one is my favorite kind." The boy sniffed as he pressed his face against the side of the basket. Craig poked it through the holes in the basket, and before he knew it, it was snatched from his hand and practically inhaled by the boy. "Whoa! You really like meat." He said with a wide smile. He offered up another slice, and the same thing happened. "Okay, now will you talk to me?" He asked. The strange child seemed to be giving Craig an appraising look, but he didn't say a word. Craig sighed and stood up. "Well...I guess I can't force you..." He said in disappointment before walking away to throw the unwanted food away and put the plate in the sink. He grabbed his doorknob and was about to leave when something unexpected happened.

"Tweek..." Craig froze and almost dropped the plate. He slowly turned around.

"What did you say?" He asked as he walked back over, a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. The little boy was sitting on his little goat haunches, tail curled around himself as he looked at Craig through narrowed eyes.

"My name is Tweek..."