You're a Killer, Tweek

Craig X Tweek

Written by JEL

Third person P.O.V.


In my mind

I am safe

In my mind

I am warm

In my mind

I am loved

In my mind

I am happy

In my mind

Is where I'll stay


"Hey, Tweek! Wait up!" Clyde yelled at Tweek, who was a good yard or so in front of his group of friends.

Tweek ignored the brunette who had yelled at him. If anything, he started walking even faster. A stern hand landed on his shoulder, stopping Tweek in his tracks and making him flinch.

"Dude, seriously. What are you in such a hurry for? It's not like we're gonna be late." The familiar, unchanging voice of Craig rang in his ears. How did he get so close so fast?

"Yeah, calm down. You're acting more nervous than usual." Token looked away from his phone, shoving it in his pocket.

"W-well… I-I…" The little blonde stumbled on his words, trying to find an explanation for his slightly more strange behavior.

"Whatever, let's just get to school. Come on, Tweek." Craig nudged his friend with a hard pat to his back.

Clyde blew a bubble with his chewing gum, purposely getting closer to Token's face as it popped.

"Dude, Clyde, keep your bubbles out of MY bubble. Idiot." Token pushed Clyde away.

"What's wrong, Token? I thought you liked round, pink things in your face." Clyde responded with another bubble blown near Token's face.

"You little-! You are SO dead!"

Clyde bolted down the street with Token in hot pursuit, leaving the other two behind. Clyde's laughter could be heard as he ran down the road, gradually fading to awkward silence.

It took a minute before Craig decided to talk. "Hey, think I can come over after school today?"

Tweek jumped. "H-huh..?! Wh-why would you wanna d-do that..?!"

Craig raised an eyebrow. "Because you're my friend. Why wouldn't I want to hang out with you?"

"Friend". The word repeated itself in Tweek's head. "O-oh… y-yeah, sure… sorry…"

"Don't be sorry. It's fine." Craig ruffled the little blonde hair beside him. Then something clicked in his mind. "Hey, you don't have your thermos today? No coffee? Nothing?"

"Ah! No! I forgot it!" That fact had also just appeared in Tweek's head. "How could I be so stupid?!"

"Calm down. You can go get some at lunch. I'll even go with you."

Tweek ignored him and began to run towards the school. Again, Craig kept him from getting away.

"Hey! What's been going on with you today? You're acting weird. Did something happen?"

"J-just leave me alone!"

"No, I won't! Not until you tell me what's going on!"

"I suggest you shut your mouth before I sew it shut!" Tweek covered his mouth with his hands. He didn't want to say that. It's like he'd just lost control.

This surprised Craig more than anything Tweek had ever said before. First if all, Tweek hadn't stuttered when he'd talked. And second, that was completely out of character for him to say.

"Tweek..?" He tried to turn Tweek to face him.

"Fuck off!" Tweek also didn't mean to say that. He rarely ever swore like that. What had gotten into him? He began to run again, uninterrupted by Craig this time.

Dumbstruck, Craig stood there thinking about what the hell had just happened. What was that whole Tourette syndrome moment about? Tweek was definitely hiding something. Just what? Soon, Craig made it his mission to find out what was going on behind his back. It was his responsibility as Tweek's best friend to find out. He owed the little spaz that much.


School had let out, and teenagers poured out of South Park high. Craig walked out the front doors, searching for Tweek. He scanned that rather noisy crowd in front of him. Tweek wasn't that hard to pick out of a group. With that bright yellow and messy hair, you could see him a mile away. But unfortunately, Craig had no such luck. As the crowd thinned, he thought of giving up. But then he felt two arms wrap around his chest, clinging on for dear life. Small and pitiful sniffles muffled into his back.

"S-sorry…" Tweek's little voice emerged between sniffles.

"You need to stop being so sorry about everything. Now come on." A small grin developed on Craig's face.


Tweek practically ran through his house, stopping in the kitchen. He immediately prepared the coffee maker. He stopped for a second to smell the sweet aroma of the coffee grounds. Oh, how he cherished that scent.

"You want a cup..?" Tweek turned to his friend.

"Sure, why not?" Craig responded with his regular, melancholy voice.

With a small twitch and a tiny smile, Tweek returned to the maker. When the coffee had finish after a while, he poured some into two mugs. A mug in both hands, Tweek turned back to face his friend, who had been sitting at the table. As he turned, he caught something in the corner of his eye. In the kitchen doorway, He stood, staring straight at Craig. He turned to Tweek, and smirked maniacally.

Tweek let the two cups of coffee fall to the kitchen floor, standing frozen in fear. This snapped Craig out of thought, and he stood from his chair.

"Tweek? What's wrong? You okay..?" He waved his hand in front of Tweek's face. Craig turned to see what Tweek was staring at, but he didn't see anything there.

"No… no… why am I… still seeing him..?" Tweek mumbled out.

"Him? Who are you talking about? Dude, snap out of it."

Tweek felt his knees give out. As he fell to the floor, his jeans stained with the coffee that had been spilled earlier. Tweek fainted from a stress attack.

"Tweek?! Hey, wake up!" Craig attempted to pick the limp boy up, but he sat up before that.

Tweek stay silent for a moment, his golden mess of hair covering his eyes. He stood, as if nothing had happened. He turned, and opened a drawer.

"Dude, what're you doing..?"

Tweek turned back to face his friend. He grinned madly, revealing a kitchen knife from behind his back. He spun it like a baton, steadily getting closer to Craig.

"Tweek… seriously, what the hell is going on..?" The boy with the dark blue hat took a few steps back.

"Well, since you're going to die anyway, I suppose I should brag just a little." He stopped walking.

"What… what are you talking about..? Why is your voice so… different..? It's like, British…"

"Silence! I have no time to dwindle. If you want answers, then I suggest you shut your mouth. I'd hate to have to sew it shut." This was kind of the same thing Tweek had said earlier that day. Or… WAS that Tweek..?

"Any bother, I suppose I should start with what's wrong with your little friend. The short answer is that I'M what's wrong. You see, um… Craig, is it? I'm an artist. I just use living flesh as my canvas and this lovely knife as a brush. Have you heard about all those strange murders that were never solved over the past few years?"

"That… that was… you..?"

"Precisely. And I already know your next question. And no, I am not 'Tweek'. I am my own being. I just take his body for a genocidal spree now and again. Surprisingly, we haven't been caught yet. Little bugger is good at running away like a putrid child."

"So… you're the reason Tweek is so scared of everything..?"

"No, the boy's just like this. But I suppose I should take a bit of responsibility for tormenting him for his whole life. That I will admit to."

"You… you son of a bitch!" Craig's hands tightened into fists.

"You know, that might of hurt my feelings if I didn't hate my mother. Anyway, time to die." He raised the knife, approaching Craig once again.

Just then, walked through the front door. "Tweek, come help me with the groceries."

"Damn that disgusting woman..! Well, no matter. I'll just finish you off later. Don't go anywhere, my new canvas." He smiled in that evil way, then gave the sweetest grin. "Coming, Mom!" He set the knife back in the drawer.

Craig got slight shivers up his spine. To think such a horrible entity could imitate Tweek, the most angelic kid you could ever meet. It sickened him to think something like that could live inside Tweek. HIS Tweek.

Now Craig had a new mission. He had to get rid of that mass murderer inside his best friend's body!

END PT2

P.S. Again, poem is mine.