Ga! Too much presser!
At the age of 17 Tweek Tweak was finally sold into slavery by his parents to the highest bidder, there are only two things that Tweek knows about his new 'Master'
his master is a man
he lives in south park
But just who is it
(This will be in Tweek's POV)
"Meow" = speech
'Meow' = thought
Meow = description + other
some of the chapters are small sorry
-Chapter 4: Sweet mother of Mary and gnomes!
I woke up some mints later lying on the bed with the white cover over me. I sat up and saw Kenny pacing back and thorth the small room
"K-k-kenny?" I asked rubbing my eyes, the second the word left my mouth his head shot up and he ran over to my side, he lifted my chin and inspected the spot that he was washing with the cloth he then stepped back and smiled that beaming smile of his.
"Ha-ha, it worked! I cant believe it worked! I didn't think it would but I'm glad it did other wise you'd be sleeping in the morgue. Ha ha~" he said tryumply, I lifted my shaky hand to touch the new stitches only to not find them... I couldn't even find a brake in the skin
"I-it's go-one?" I questioned, he smiled knowingly at me said
"Good as new!... However I think you better skip third lesson... its already half way through, so what did you have third?" he sat on the nurses spiny stool and moved it closer to the bed
"Third? I-I had ma-maths."
"Humm~" he said looking me up and down, I flinched slightly and asked him what he was looking at
"I was just thinking that this is the first time that I have seen you without that flask of coffee which is constantly attached to your hip." he said nodding, I froze and stopped breathing...
'Oh. My. God.'
"...Tweek?"
'I was so distracted this morning thinking about Craig and that guy that I'm being sold to I left my coffee at home!'
"Tweek!"
'Sweet mother of Mary and gnomes! I can't even go without coffee for 2 hours!'
"Tweekers!"
'And what school still has... 3 more hours left! Aaaahhhhh! I'm going to die! I'm going to waste away into dust! If I don't have coffee I don't want to be here but I can't go home! What should I do! I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die!'
"Sorry Tweek."
'I'm going to die I'm goi-'
"Aaaahhhhh!" I started breathing again once I clutched my arm to my chest looking for the point of pain.
"... y-you bi-it me-e?" I asked unsure if I was really seeing the bite marks indented into my skin
"It was the last thing I could do! I shouted your name like 100 times, I shook you... I even slapped you across the face a few times but you didn't move!" Kenny yelled in defence, I nodded and began to whimper softly 'My coffee...'
Kenny started patting my head like I was a small dog
"There there Tweekers if it's coffee you want I think that I could get Stan to get some." he said in a soft tone.