Title: Craig's Big Halloween Adventure Totally Sucks.

Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery

Rating: R

Status: WIP

Part: 3/6

Pairings: Slash

Warnings: Slash, Murder, Blood, sexually scenes, character death (kinda?)

Spoilers: Peruvian Flute Bands

Summary: Craig's throwing a Halloween Party. Cartman is not invited. So starts Craig's big Halloween Adventure and it really sucks

Beta: Marlin and Don helped with my crazy world.

A/N: This is a spin off of "Stop the World." The first doesn't have to be read to understand this story, but it does give Craig an even bigger reason to hate Cartman

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by someone else. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 3

"Craig! Wait up. Craig! Hey, Craig!"

Craig heard Butters the first time he called his name, but Craig really didn't like Butters that much. He was just weird. He still acted so childish and he was the only person Craig knew that might actually like Cartman. People liked Butters because he was sweet and innocent. People were always comparing Butters and Tweek when the only thing they had in common was their blond hair. Tweek was a far better person all around. He freaked out sometimes, but he was getting better at that. Tweek wasn't a complete idiot. Well, maybe Craig was just a little biased and sick of people comparing his boyfriend with Butters.

Craig only stopped to let Butters catch up to him because he was walking with Token and Clyde to their football practice. Craig didn't actually play football not because he couldn't, but he hated practice. It was too much work. He enjoyed solo sports like snowboarding or motocross that he could just enjoy and not worry about. Token gave him a look after Butters called him for the umpteenth time and so Craig relented. "I'll see you guys after practice."

"Right see you." Token waved.

"Good luck." Clyde laughed and gave him a slight wave.

"Craig!" Butters called once more right in his ear.

"What is it Butters?" Craig asked watching his friends walk away from him wishing that he actually had to go to practice for once.

"Oh man I am so glad you caught up to you. I was calling and calling, but you didn't even turn around. Do you think you should get your hearing tested?" Butters asked.

"What is it Butters?" Craig asked dryly.

Butters laughed and rubbed his knuckles together. "Uh-well it's just. I thought I should warn you, there is a Jaddie out on the loose and you know since you're gay I thought I should warn you."

Craig stared at Butters for a long time. He wasn't sure if Butters was speaking English for a minute. He was just stuttering and making up words. Butters started to squirm. "A Jaddie is the cursed spawn of Jason and Freddie. They decided to stop fighting and that their spawn would be the most feared creature on earth. Satan helped them fuse their sperm together and created spawn. They left them with human parents to help mold them into pure evil. One was left with Saddam, one was left with Kim Jong-il, the third was left with Voldemort…"

"Shut up Butters." Craig cut him off.

"But Craig! They're after you because they hate homosexuals!"

"Stop being gay, fag." Craig really wanted to punch Butters in the face, but he didn't think that would stop him. He just turned away from the gym and started to head home. Hoping Butters wouldn't follow him.

"Wait! I'm not gay!" Butters ran after him. "I prayed it away!"

"It doesn't go away." Craig muttered at Butters. He just kept following him. It was obnoxious.

"It doesn't go away?" Butters stopped. "I'm gay? But I prayed! Oh my gosh! I'm gay. Oh no, no, no. The rape didn't work!"

Craig faltered slightly. Butters was annoying and all, but should he do something with what he had just learned. Pfft. Did he look like Stan Marsh? "You should talk to Stan," he advised. Butters seemed to agree because he quickly said good bye and ran off. Craig flipped him off as he left. "Jaddie what the fuck." Craig continued out of the school. He didn't drive yet, but he had a motorscooter that he used. It was a nice scooter. Tweek could fit on with him. It had him tempted in getting Tweek a Vespa once they could drive. He smiled as he rode down the street. He thought about Tweek on a Vespa, him on the back holding on. He hadn't seen Tweek since earlier that day. Even at lunch he had been missing. That was somewhat unusual. So Craig wouldn't worry unless he couldn't get a hold of him later that night.

Instead, he went home to get a snack and play Dragon Age. He had a stack of Oreo cookies and milk piled on a plate when he got to his room. He shrugged off his backpack and toed off his shoes. He could see Tweek's slight form underneath the blankets on his bed. He smiled glad that he wouldn't have to look for Tweek later. "Hey Tweek. cookie?" Craig offered removing the glass of milk before holding out the plate of cookies.

Tweek nodded and took a handful of cookies. Craig scooted onto the bed with him. He put his glass of milk on top of a stack of DVDs. He put the plate on his chest and glanced around for his controller. "Tweek?" Tweek leaned over Craig and picked up the controller from under the bed. He handed it to Craig and resumed being curled up on Craig's pillow facing the wall. The bed was placed against two walls the headboard was against one and one side was also against a wall. It gave Craig more space in his room and Tweek had mentioned once that he liked the idea that there were less places that people could come and attack him from when he was in the bed. Craig liked trapping Tweek between the bed and the wall and pushing his hands in Tweek's pants until Tweek stopped shivering and lay completely still relaxed and safe for awhile.

Tweek only ate the cream from the Oreos and he took his time licking off all the frosting before depositing the chocolate parts back on the plate. Craig didn't mind the chocolate parts they were good for dipping in his milk or dropping in his milk and leaving them there. Craig felt Tweek shift in the bed and move closer to him. He stayed hidden under the blankets. Craig knew that Tweek didn't like video games. They often made him stressed out and worried even when he wasn't playing. Tweek knew video games didn't matter so he told Craig that he didn't like to watch him play very much. Craig said he didn't care if Tweek watched or not. Craig felt Tweek touch the inside of his elbow. He felt a slight tickle as Tweek kept rubbing. Craig ignored it for a little while. It felt alright, but sometimes it made him twitch if it was too ticklish. He was trying to concentrate on his game and sometimes the twitching would cause him to mess up. That bothered him. He knew Tweek didn't want his attention because he would be more insistent then that. That's what really bothered Craig. He knew Tweek didn't want his attention, but he was still touching him and distracting him. Tweek often said that he liked knowing that Craig was close by. Craig was usually okay with that, but he didn't want to mess up on his game.

He pulled his elbow away eventually. Tweek was being distracting, but he wasn't distracting enough for Craig to stop and try to work an answer out of Tweek.

"Craig. I don't want to go to the party," Tweek whispered softly.

"Don't go." Craig shrugged. He wanted Tweek there, but he wouldn't make Tweek go. Earlier, he needed Tweek's acceptance before he officially decided to have the party, however, now that the party was planned Craig would not back out or cancel the party just because Tweek decided not to come. Also, sometimes, he thought that it was good for Tweek when he acted like he didn't care. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Tweek and being nonchalant sometimes showed Tweek that there really was nothing to worry about.

"Can I stay in your bed?" Tweek asked.

"Sure." Craig smiled. "You know the rules."

"Rules?" Tweek sat up looking at Craig. "What rules? Craig, what are you talking about? You're freaking me out."

"If you can't even leave the bed to go to the bathroom use a bottle and let me know before I drink out of it." Craig leaned over so he could watch the television around Tweek's blond head. "If you're staying in my bed I expect daily sexual favors, possibly twice."

"Those are rules! You never told me them! Oh God Craig! What if I had broken one! What then! You would have been so mad and I wouldn't know why. Do you know how much pressure that puts on me?" Tweek's rant was cut off when he buried his head under Craig's pillow.

It was a few minutes, before Craig finally touched him. It was just on the back of the neck, the only skin that Craig could find. He traced a little wiggly heart on the top of his spine. "No rules Tweek."

Tweek pulled his head out from under the pillow. "Never?"

"When have I ever been a guy that likes to follow rules Tweek?" Craig shrugged his shoulders. "I like having you in my bed. No adventures can happen if you're right here."

"You hate adventures." Tweek smiled.

Craig smiled too. He finally looked away from his video game. "I hate rules. I hate adventures." He pushed the empty plate onto the floor and turned to his side facing Tweek. "Daily sex would be nice though." Tweek agreed with a nod. Craig smiled and rolled over so that he was lying on top of Tweek. "Glad you agree."