Token gave a look of welcome to everyone in the room before speaking. They were all seated on his basement floor waiting for their friend to give some on the spot eloquent speech. Everyone but Kenny and Cartman at least. Impatience was written all over their faces.

"Hey guys! Thanks for all coming over on such short notice!"
"Uh… I thought we were having a party," Kenny interrupted. He had tossed his dirtied orange parka on the floor next to him, leaving the boy in a t-shirt and mangled jeans.
"Yeah Black Boy! You said booze and boobs! I know Kenny's got some beer in his truck, but I ain't seein' titties!" Everyone groaned at Eric Cartman's statement, even Butters. Craig's patience was ticking away.

"So I maybe lied to one of you…" Token chuckled, "Kenny, I just told you to come over."
"Cartman texted me to bring beer. I delivered. It's fine if that's not what we're doing, but what the fuck is going on anyway?"
"Nuh uh!" Cartman started, "I don't think so. I was told party with chicks! I don't see any chicks!"
"Did you have to invite the fat ass, Token?" Craig whined.
"Look, the more people helping you find your boyfriend, the faster we'll find him right?"
"Tweek's gone?" Stan chimed in.
"Really?" Kyle added.
"Oh gosh…" Butters had shaken when he spoke. A terrified fire of familiarity had ignited in the boy's eyes.

"I-I heard my mom last night talkin' to my dad about one of 'my friends' in town… and… geez," Butters paused before finishing, as if even he were shocked by the words escaping his mouth.

"I heard the cops… I heard they found the room with a broken window, and all that was on the bed was glass and bloody sheets."
"Bloody…" Craig thought aloud, shaking at the thoughts of what could have happened to his boyfriend.

"Boo hoo. Craigory's just sad cause he lost his little whore," Cartman laughed, "Don't worry, you'll find a new hole to stick your little penis in-"
"Take. That. Back. " He glared the fat boy in the eyes. Eric shot daggers bag at Craig, as if begging the raven haired boy to fight him.

Cartman laughed as he began to mimic Tweek, making plenty of jokes about how Tweek wasn't in his place, or else a certain body part would be pushing against his sweatpants on Eric's seat.

"Oooh… My name's Tweek… I'm named after meth and-"
"D-dude. Chill o-o-out," Jimmy warned, others chimed in to back him.
"Yeah ass wipe, don't talk like that," Kyle said, "Stop."
"Make me, Jew. I'm Tweek Tweak.. I'm scared of gnomes stealing my underwear and changing in the locker room. But I loooove it when Tucker sees me and touches my-" before he could finish, Craig had put his enemy in a chokehold.

"Don't. Talk. About. Him. Like. That." Craig hissed, eventually dropping the coughing mess below him.

"Any wayyyyyyys-" Token started, "Tweek's been gone for three days know, and we all know how.. uh.. infatuated the cops are around here with catching innocent people and throwing them in jail."
"Also shooting kids playing ninjas-"
"That too Clyde, that too." They all shuddered at the memory.

"But anyways, these cops aren't going to do much-"
"S-so w-what do we do?" Jimmy inquired.

"We find him ourselves. Fuck, I'll find him myself," Craig growled. "I'll go. He is my boyfriend, my Tweekers, and it's my fault someone took him. He told me someone was outside and I didn't believe him."

"You hear that? Tucker's doing it all himself so we can move on to the booze and boobs!" Stan slapped him and put Eric's hand on his own chest.

"There's your boob fix, fatass," Stan said.
"Let us help you, Craig. Please," Clyde begged.
"Yeah, it ain't safe for ya to go out there alone with a kidnapper on the loose!"

Craig grunted at Butters, knowing he was right. He nodded at his friends, most of them cheering at his action.

"Have you actually went in the room, Craig? Since it happened, I mean," asked Kyle.
"No, I've just been bugging the cops and driving around looking for him."

The boy had searched every coffee shop in the area for Tweek and had pestered every cop. Nothing. No one had told him jack shit.

"Maybe that's a good place to start," Token suggested.
"But how are we gonna get in? I don't think his parents will respond well to- 'Hey bitches, can we go search your missing son's room at 10 at night for clues because the cop's in this town are dumb cunts? Thanks!'" Kenny said.
"I know how to get in and out of his house without being seen."
"Ooooh Craig," Cartman started, "I wonder what you've been using that information for… Late night cock-"
"Shut up for christ's sake! My boyfriend is fucking gone, the cops here are insane, and you think all I care about is… that? Some people stay here. I'll only take a few with me. His room is kind of small. Eric stays."
"I'll go," Clyde said
"Me too," Stan added, nudging Kyle.
"Oh yeah! Get me away from fat ass!"

The four of them piled into Kyle's red Subaru and drove to Tweek's house on the opposite side of town. Kyle suggested listening to the new Glass Animals album he bought. No one was willing to argue at that point. He hummed to the song 'Pork Soda' as he cruised westward.

Normally, the friends fought for the entire car ride about what music to play. Normally, Craig would blast rock from his phone. Normally, Clyde would fight for songs like Lip Gloss by Lil' Momma or Britney's Toxic. Normally, Craig would always laugh at him and question how he and Tweek were they gay ones of the group. Normally, car rides were a time to chuck cheetos at each other, drink in the backseat, laugh, and occasionally even for one lucky friend (Stan) to have some… alone time with someone (Wendy) in the trunk, all thanks to the always sober get-away driver (Kyle).

Today was not a normal day.

"Is it okay if we park at my house?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah… His parents won't see us walk around the front."

Kyle pulled into his driveway and turned to the backseats of his car. Craig nodded at him and the four of them headed towards Tweek's house.

Waking up in a bed that wasn't yours wasn't always a bad thing. Maybe you were in the hospital rather than dead on the pavement, maybe you were with someone you cared about, or maybe you were just on a cool vacation to somewhere new and even the smell of the same type of sheets seemed foreign to you.

This was not exactly one of those times.

Tweek woke up with a start, memories of the previous day hitting him hard like a bus. He shrieked at the flickering light above him and put blankets over his head. The boy tried to take in his surroundings as quickly as possible. He still was wearing the same bloodstained pajamas from last night. Both the oversized olive green pants he had on and the snow white shirt were damp. He laughed for a second that he didn't freeze to death, but then winced at a new burning pain. Something in his chest was not right. His right wrist felt funny too and had a small, unfamiliar lump poking out. The blonde gagged.

The boy layed back down and threw the blanket away from his face. Within minutes, the light above him ceased to bother him.

The room was fancy suite, like some five-star hotel kidnapped him so he could give a review. The walls were painted an eggshell white that matched the bedding. A large flatscreen television sat only a few feet in front of him. On his left was a nightstand with a remote, a pad of used orange sticky notes, and a room key. Tweek flipped through the paper. He could barely make sense of the chicken scratch on the paper.

He jumped up when he heard a click. Someone else was here, and all he could do was to play possum until his captor realized he was awake. He squeezed his eyes shut and did his best not to scream.

"Yeah, I grabbed the kid. He was a bitch to get, let me tell you man. God, I hope he makes us good ransom cash." He heard the man shuffle across the room towards him. With each step, he processed the voice. It was the same husky voiced asshole who came into his room and kidnapped him last night.

"You're right, you're right. They don't pay the price... I get it. Just like the other sorry bastard who-" Tweek gasped a bit too loud when he said that.

"I'll call you back."

He felt a cold hand grab onto his broken wrist and cried out in pain. God, it hurt, and he was dead at this point anyway… Right?

"Someone's up."
"What's g-g-going on?" He asked, hissing at the pain his twitching brought him. He opened his eyes to a hand immediately covering them up.
"Tweek Tweak?"
"Y-yeah…"
"Your parents say you've been helping them rake in a lot of cash lately with the business."
"I help a-advertise and r-run the shop sir."
"You advertise?"
"Yeah… A-apparently it's b-brought us in a bunch of new r-revenue- wait.." The blonde's blood went cold after processing what his captor had said.

"Why do y-you care? AGH! Who are you? H-how do you know my name? Why did you take me?"
"You're gonna make me some money. That's why."
"M-money?"
"I'll ransom you. Until I get an answer from your parents, yes or no, you stay with me."
"W-what if… What if they say no?"
"It's only happened once, honestly. Gay kid, rich family, unaccepting parents. Let's just say the kid didn't exactly love where he ended up."

Tweek gulped.

"Don't worry kid. Your parents will probably take you back. It's not like you're gay or anything… Are you?"