"Clyde! Clyde!" Craig yelled as he rapidly knocked on his front door. When the door opened, he saw the young boy standing in the doorway with an anxious look.

"Wow, you survived. Did you catch it?" He asked.

"Yeah!" He said excitedly. Clyde seemed to get even more nervous.

"Wait, really? You got a good look at it? What is it?"

"He's some kind of...demon thing."

"D-demon?!" Clyde looked like he was about to faint.

"Yeah, you want to come see him?"

"No! I don't want to get eated! Eh...ate. Eaten. Yeah." Clyde corrected himself sheepishly. Craig rolled his eyes.

"You can't spend your whole life being a baby." He said. Clyde huffed and crossed his arms.

"I can, and I will."

"He won't eat you."

"How do you know?"

"He didn't eat me."

"Maybe he likes you."

"He hates me."

"Well, mayb-...Wait, he hates you?"

"Yeah, but he'll learn to like me. Which is why I need you!"

"What does this have to do with me? I met you two days ago, and you're already trying to sacrifice me to a demon?!" Clyde asked, horrified.

"No, no, nothing is going to happen to you. I have a plan."

~o~O~o~

As Craig sat in the living room, waiting, his mother came up to him.

"What's his name again, honey?"

"Clyde."

"Right...Clyde. You only met him a couple days ago and you're already having sleepovers." His mother said in a doting tone. "I'm glad you're already making such great friends after moving so far from home." She said as she ruffled his hair. Craig swatted her hand away.

"Mooooom, you'd better not embarrass me like this when Clyde gets here!" He whined. Laura chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

"Okay, okay. If you boys want, I have snacks in the kitchen whenever you want them. Your father and I will be upstairs if you need us." She said. Craig smiled at her.

"Thanks, mommy."

"And try not to cause too much of a ruckus. Your baby sister is trying to sleep."

"Okay."

"That's my good boy." She said with a smile as she walked upstairs. Craig sat on the couch, thinking over his well-devised plan. But, before he could get too far into it, the doorbell rang. Craig smiled as he ran to the door and flung it open. Clyde stood there with a sleeping bag under his arm, looking nervous.

"H-hey, Craig." He said in a low voice.

"Clyde, you don't have to be scared. Come in." He said, allowing Clyde to walk inside. The boy was looking around anxiously, as if expecting something to jump out at any moment. Craig rolled his eyes and smiled, grabbing Clyde's free hand. "Come on, scaredy-cat. I'll take you to my room so you can put your stuff down."

"That's wh-where you said the thing is, right?"

"Yeah, but he won't do anything."

"R-right..." Clyde said skeptically as he was dragged up to Craig's room. There, he put his things down and unfurled his sleeping bag, lying it on the floor. Suddenly, a loud bang came from the closet, causing him to yelp as he looked around frantically.

"It's okay, Tweek is just being a jerk."

"Tweek? It has a name? And what kind of name is 'Tweek'?" When he said that, the lights flickered.

"Don't make him angry." Craig warned. This only made the boy whimper.

"Can't we just, like...go downstairs and watch a movie? I don't feel very safe in here right now..."

"Wow, what a great idea, Clyde." Craig said slowly and loudly. "I guess we'll go downstairs and watch movies, then." Clyde gave him a confused look.

"Why did you say it like that?"

"The plan, remember? We have to make it seem like we're having a great time, and then he'll feel left out and get jealous...I hope. Then, it's just a matter of time before he comes out." Craig whispered.

"Right, right..." Clyde said with a concerned look.

"Come on." Craig said as he lead Clyde back downstairs to the living room. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom has a bunch of snacks in the kitchen for us." Clyde seemed to brighten up at this.

"That...does make me feel better."

~o~O~o~

Hour after hour, movie after movie, and snack after snack, Craig waited for something to happen, but it didn't. But he was having such a great time with Clyde that he even forgot about the plan a few times, and sometimes Tweek altogether. And Clyde seemed to forget why he was afraid of being there. They were laughing, joking around, and just enjoying the other's company. Finally, four movies in, Clyde looked over at Craig.

"You know, your demon never showed up." He commented. "And boy am I glad. I'm having a better time than I thought I would." Craig sighed and looked at the digital clock on the side table.

"Yeah, and it's already 10:30..." He said sadly.

"Hey, don't be sad. You're having fun, aren't you? Even if he's not taking the bait like you wanted, at least we're hanging out and having fun." He said. Craig smiled at this.

"Yeah. You're right." He said as he stretched and yawned as the fourth movie ended. "Well, do you think you're brave enough to head up to my room now? I have some games and activities you might like." Clyde seemed hesitant before nodding.

"Yeah, I guess so. I guess if this demon kid wanted to kill me, he would have already."

"Cool." Craig said as he turned the television off and hopped down from the couch, followed by Clyde, and the two went upstairs. Back in Craig's room, Clyde's eyes widened as he saw something he'd missed the first time he was in there, probably because he'd been too nervous. He ran up to the guinea pig's cage.

"Awww, what a cutie! What's its name?" He asked. Craig smiled and walked over.

"This is Stripe, my loyal pet. He and I have been through everything together."

"How long have you had him?"

"Since I was three."

"Wow..." He then poked his finger into the cage and wiggled it at the animal. "Hey there, Stripe. Aren't you cute?" Stripe gave a few small squeals in response, causing Clyde to giggle.

"He likes you." Craig commented.

"Well, I like him, too." Clyde responded. Craig chuckled and walked over to a toy chest he had by his bed, opening it and rifling through it.

"So, I have some toys...board games...uh...books? Is there anything in particular you feel like doing?"

"Hm..." Clyde thought. "What kinda toys do you got?"

~o~O~o~

After a while of playing with some action figures and stuffed animals, as well as a couple board games, the two were so distracted by what they were doing that neither noticed the third boy sitting a couple feet behind them, watching what they were doing curiously. That is, until Clyde took a chance look behind him, and let out the highest pitched scream Craig had ever heard, which was surprising considering he had a baby sister! Craig winced at the sound as he waited for his mother to come barging in or maybe the sound of the baby crying from the loud noise, but he sighed in relief when neither happened.

"I-...uh-...you-..." Clyde stuttered out as he stared wide-eyed at the boy, scooting back until he was behind Craig. Craig simply rolled his eyes and smiled at Tweek.

"Well, well, well, look who's come crawling out of the closet." He taunted playfully. Tweek narrowed his eyes as he scoffed.

"I was just wondering what dumb human activity you were doing." He commented wryly.

"We were playing games. Do you...want to play with us?" Tweek seemed to be taken aback by this.

"I, uh...what?"

"You can join us if you want."

"Craig, what are you doing?" Clyde whispered incredulously. Craig shushed him before patting the spot next to him. Tweek seemed to actually be considering it. He may be some kind of demon, but he was still a child. So, of course, is interest was piqued. Finally, after a long hesitation, he spoke.

"I...suppose...I mean...if it'll stop you from pestering me about it." He reasoned, though Craig could see through his front. "But I don't know how to play." He said, slowly crawling over to where they were, giving a suspicious look at Clyde.

"Don't worry, we'll teach you."

"And don't think this makes us friends." Tweek suddenly spat.

"Of course not." Craig said with a smile.