You're a killer, Tweek
Craig X Tweek
Written by JEL
Third person P.O.V.
Limitless laughter
I think iI'm happy
No longer pain
I think I'm happy
Seeing the light
I think I'm happy
Being loved
I think iI'm happy
Heart beating
I know I'm happy
Craig walked into the Tweak Bros. Coffee shop after school had ended the next day, which so happened to be a Friday. Tweek hadn't shown up to school today, and this worried Craig out of his mind. As soon as he had opened the door, the smell of lattes and hazelnut mocha hit him. He rather welcomed the scent, seeing as it was Tweek's favorite and he always smelled just like it. It was a sweet, yet strong kind of smell. The kind that is so suffocating, that you can smell it for days.
Tweek's mom had seen Craig enter. She didn't really like him that much, but it was up to her son as to what company he kept. "Oh, hello Craig. Tweek is in the back if you're here for him."
"Thanks." Craig said in a short, unemotional tone. He fiddled with something in his pocket.
"Oh, but I must warn you; Tweek has been acting rather strange today. He won't work, move, or talk. All he told me today was that he couldn't deal with himself anymore. Perhaps you could help him, seeing as to you're his… friend."
Craig found the way she said "friend" insulting. Tweek's parents never liked him, he knew that. They thought he wasn't good enough to be hanging around Tweek. He wasn't a good influence. But fuck them, for not seeing past Craig's record. Craig was a good person, even though he HAD gotten into that fight when Tweek and him first met. But that was the past. They were best friends now, the past shouldn't matter.
Craig made his way to the storage room door, giving Tweek's mom a quick middle finger when she wasn't looking. He opened the door slightly, peeking in around it to see where Tweek might of been hiding. He didn't see him, but he heard the faint crying of what almost sounded like a little kid. It wasn't surprising that Tweek was nearly seventeen and STILL sounded the same from when he was like, ten. He was still small and skinny, and had barely changed over the years.
"Tweek..?" Craig called out into the dark room.
"L-leave me al-lone…!" Tweek's voice came from a corner of the storage room.
"You know I can't do that… not now. Not after what I know."
"Wh-wha… Y-you know… what..?"
Craig became confused. Did Tweek not remember what happened yesterday? If so, then why had he skipped school and sit here to start sniveling in a corner? He walked over to the corner, and knelt down. Craig traveled his hand along to wood floor, until he felt Tweek's shoe. Of course, Tweek jumped at the sudden touch. Craig ran his hand up until he could grab Tweek's small, shivering hand.
"I know about the monster you keep hidden… and I know what he does when he's in control." He spoke in a low, softer tone.
"N-no… Craig, no… Don't… don't say that..! Don't tell me that…!" Tweek felt the room start spinning.
Craig put his other hand on Tweek's shoulder."Hey, hey… it's okay. Just calm down. You need to stay in control."
"NO! No, it's NOT okay! Because He'll kill you now! He'll kill you, and then everyone else! I can't let him! I can't!"
"Tweek, stop. You're going to pass out if you keep this up. And if you pass out, then he'll kill me, and you don't want that, right?"
"…N-no… I-I don't…"
"Okay… then you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"I… I trust you, Craig…"
"Good. Now I'm gonna help you.-"
"What..?! No! You can't stay around me! I-I'm too dangerous!"
"Tweek, I'm gonna help you, whether you like it or not! You said you trusted me, so that means you should take my word for it. So, here." Craig pulled a little bottle of holy water out from his pocket and placed it in his friend's hand.
"Wh-… what's this..?"
"Holy water. I'm not exactly a religious guy, but this was the first thing I could think of. Whenever you feel like you're losing control, this will remind you that willpower can overcome anything. Just sprinkle a little bit on your hand, and calm yourself down. I just felt you needed something to believe in, that's all."
"I… I don't know… how'll this stop him from taking over me…? I mean… He can get to me even when I fall asleep… and I have to sleep… He can still use me then."
"That's the thing. They say holy water repels any evil forces. So having this with you, is leaving him basically powerless."
Tweek gave a small gasp. "They… they have stuff like that..?! S-so… if I just keep this with me, H-He can't use me anymore..?!"
"That's what I was hoping for." Craig couldn't help but smile at Tweek's little gasp. It sounded so full of joy and childish innocence.
Tweek stayed silent for a moment, spinning the little bottle in his hand. Then he latched on to Craig, hugging him with slight tears in his eyes. "Thank you… s-so much..!"
Craig embraced the hug. "No problem."
On Monday, as Craig, Clyde, and Token walked by Tweek's house to meet up with him, Tweek came bursting through the front door, a giant smile on his face. He trotted to the group. You could easily see he was way different. The buttons on his shirt were perfectly matched, his hair was brushed, and there were no longer any dark circles around his eyes. Tweek even took the liberty to put on a jacket, which he always forgot to do.
"Hey guys." Tweek sang. Even his voice had changed from stuttering and nervous, to calm and high spirited.
"Uh… Hey, Tweek… you seem… calm." Token looked over him, wondering who the hell was this, and what had he done with Tweek.
Tweek just gave a little giggle. "Come on, we'll be late." And with that, he started walking down the street.
They all walked for awhile before Clyde spoke. "Dude… what the fuck happened to Tweek..?"
"Beats me." Craig shrugged his shoulders and smiled to himself. He knew exactly what had happened.
Later, the friends arrived at school. Craig stopped Tweek before he could go in.
"Hey… I see you're feeling better."
Tweek stopped mid-sip from his coffee just to smile. "All thanks to you."
"So that whole religious crap worked out for you, huh?"
"Hey, what're you calling crap? That stuff is saving me. I've never felt so collected since when I was a baby. This is an amazing turn-about in my life." Tweek had never sound so smart before. It was a tad surprising.
"Alright, alright. I'm just glad I could help you. Hopefully no one has to die ever again."
Tweek shot Craig a look. An angry look that said, "that wasn't funny."
"Sorry…" Craig lowered his head.
Tweek sipped his coffee, eyeing him from the side. "You'd better be…"
END PT3
P.S. Can thou question? Such beautious literature came fromth mine lips (I wrote the poem again).
