The days seem to grow longer and longer for the teenager, watching as the people around him grow more and more distant. Craig was entirely preoccupied with the person who was texting him. Anxiety began to fill him, causing many sleepless nights in a dark, cold room. He was a wreck, and it didn't seem to be changing anytime soon.
Even then air around him seemed to be shifting, seeming much more thick in the mountain town. Less people bounded down the streets towards shops and what not. It wasn't like it was vacant in the little town, but people seemed hesitant to leave their house anymore. Craig was one of those people. He even went as far as to skip school today. He didn't want to leave his room for an instant more than needed.
Craig actually packed a bag full of food after being creeped out by the texter, who seems to be persistanting with its texting at a much rapid rate. It seemed silly, in a way, to be so nervous about nothing. Still- having all the food in his room was nice, so he didn't have to leave his room.
He spent most of his free time on his computer now, watching various youtube videos and talking to random people on forums. When Craig wasn't wasting his time on his laptop, the boy was playing his playstation 4. He had reverted to an angry neet. It was worrying for everyone who knew the boy.
Craig was playing through Bioshock Infinite for the third time, his hands wrapped around the controller lazily as he moved around the stage. He was extremely calm while playing this game, it never seemed the get a rise out of him. It was strangely therapeutic for the young boy, and helped him keep whatever was going on in this town out of his head.
A noise interrupted Craig' s gameplay, and this noise happened to be the loud 'ding' noise that went off when he got a text message. He paused the game, reaching over for the device which laid by his side the entire time. He assumed it would be the 'mystery texter' he's been engulfed with recently, and had just been texting anyways, but was extremely surprised by the name that had appeared on his screen. Clyde.
[Hey, bro, my mom's acting really strange is it cool if i crash over there for a bit?]
[sure get your ass over here]
[Cool, bro!]
Craig didn't have time to return his gaze back to his game before he was attacked by yet another text message. This time it was, in fact, the strange unknown person who won't stop bothering him. Craig let out a sigh, before reading it silently.
[i need you to meet u p with me by the grocery st ore in a hour no l8 ] There was a few things about this text that set Craig off. The usual text pattern of being vague as hell was dropped, and it seemed to be quite urgent. It seemed so rushed, and it gave Craig a slight uneasy feeling. Along with this, it kind of clashed with his just set plans.
Feeling as though missing the store meet-up wouldn't be beneficial to him, Craig dug through his dirty clothing that littered his floor looking for his wallet. Upon finding it, he glances inside to see his stolen treasures. $500 cash sat in there. He had a gut feeling that it would soon be useless, but still shoved the wallet into his front pocket.
Craig then got another text from his friend Clyde, and the boy gave an annoyed grunt before checking it, [I'm here!]
After pulling on a clean pair of pants and a shirt, Craig practically ran down the stairs and opened the door. Clyde was standing there, and was about to step inside the house when Craig pushed him back, closing the door.
"Keep your coat on. We're going out for coffee and then to the store." Craig mumbled, turning around and already heading down the road without confirmation from his best friend. If Clyde wanted to stay he'd come along, after all. Craig was more focused on getting to the store on time.
"You better not be paying with the money you stole." Clyde said, in a small whimper, turning around and skipping off after Craig.
"I'm not." a lie.
As they walk down the streets of South Park, they both get the feeling of it being a bit lost. It was like a ghost town, at this point neither of the boys saw a single person walking down the streets. Craig made the assumption that whatever sickness had wrecked the town was only getting worse.
"Isn't it weird how everyone is sticking to their houses?" Clyde asks, tugging at his collar. He tooked the words right out of Craig's mouth.
"I was thinking the same thing. Was school like this today?"
"School?" Clyde asks, before letting out a laugh "Craig, dude, the schools called every house and told the parents that due to facility not showing up we were off today." That explained why Craig didn't get in trouble by his parents for skipping, Craig supposed.
"I guess that makes sense." They made it to the coffee shop Craig had stolen from only a week ago. He placed a rough hand onto the door handle and pushed, to no avail. Craig looked up, and a big, red closed sign was practically looking back at him. Craig slammed his hand on the door, letting out a loud, annoying hiss at the building. He turned to Clyde, brow furrowed in anger.
"Closed, lame." Clyde whined, placing both hands onto the glass, peering in to see if he could find anything. Nothing alive was inside the store.
Craig frowned, "There's no point in molesting the window like that. C'mon, the grocery store has a starbucks inside."
"Ahh, but starbucks isn't as good as the Tweak stuff." Clyde whined even louder, earning a smack from Craig.
"Coffee is coffee, don't be a snob."
"Hey! Don't hit me!" Clyde whimpered, punching Craig in the arm back. This was always how they acted, committing acts of violence upon each other when they get frustrated. It wasn't to hurt anyone, but it was just how they responded to each other's company. It was like their own special language of punching and kicking.
"I'll hit you if I want, loser." Craig laughed, ruffling his friends hair with his large hands. They turned the corner, and the two now faced the grocery store. There were cars parked in the people were walking around near the store. It was the first time the two had seen any human life since they left Craig's house, and it was happily accepted by the two boys.
Standing by a pole with a rather large backpack was a petite little body. While the person was far away from the two friends, some things could be told from the figure. They had blond, messy hair. They seemed to be dressed for a blizzard (a common clothing decisions for people in this town), and they had a bow around him.
The figure must have noticed Craig too, because it began to run at him at a decent speed, especially knowing how much stuff appeared to be piled on the person's back. The closer they got, the more Craig seemed to recognize the person, until he could put a name to the face.
"Tweek Tweak?"
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