Within these Walls
Author's Note: Bwah. I feel like Tweek trying to live up to expectations. SO. MUCH. PRESSURE. -_O So I'mma keep tryin'. See how this chappie goes. I've made a Within these Walls playlist with songs I listened to while writing this :3 I might list it after I've written the 30 chapters of WIW, then moved onto Outside these Walls, and then to After these Walls. Yes, I've decided that it's going to be a 'Walls Trilogy', and the last one will probably be the darkest, just sayin'. Oh, and we have two new OCs – Lamia and Ryan, both for the Tweak household, Lamia being a postmortem man who is also Tweek's sister, and Ryan being a deliverer. Lamia will likely become just as important as Wendy, Butters, and Kindergoth, so…yeah. Anyways. So here's the next chapter, it didn't come out how I expected, but I have to write myself out of a corner somehow. Hope ya dig it. 'Cause I dig it.
Chapter 7: Warrant
The morning greeted the district with an unpleasant haze as the boy stepped into the sunlight, the sun shining on his raven-esque hair. Frowning, he put his hands into his pocket, walking out into the streets as the town continued its unfading cheerfulness even in the misty morning. The school seemed to be the only thing not as bright and cheery, and Wallace hardly noticed as he'd been walking into it for so long that it was merely somewhat of a afterthought to him, hardly the usual reaction of those unfamiliar that would be 'Oh, what a imposing building' or 'That place must be very important to have such a presence'. No. It was only the school, although it did also fit a nice niche for those so inclined – knowledge brokers. And Wallace just so happened to be in contact with his personal knowledge broker as he walked in, shooting her a glance as she walked over, hugging him tightly.
"M…Mercedes. Not so tight." Wallace smiled weakly.
"Sorry, sorry!" Mercedes giggled. Mercedes Schnieder happened to be a worker at the local 'fine eatery', Raisins, which also quickly had turned into a hangout for those-so-inclined to 'take a load off'. This, of course, led quite a few postmortem men and deliverers to the place, leading a 'Raisins Girl' to be one of the most suspected knowledge brokers – but also one of the most useful. "Anyways. So. I picked up something interesting last night, Wally."
"Oh? What?" Wallace asked, staring down at the blonde. The blonde smiled sweetly, and then pouted.
"Pay me." She stated. Wallace sighed, and kissed her on the cheek, causing the girl to giggle again.
"Okay. Well. Like, a boy with an orange parka came in, so I had to serve him and shit. He got really drunk, so he started talking to me about things. I listened, pretended to sound interested, you know, but then he mentioned something really interesting."
"Oh, right, I get to beat the snot out of the son of Satan tomorrow." Kenny laughed, wiping his mouth. "Ahhhhhhgh. That little arrogant bastard, that fuckin' snot, he's gonna die, we all know it. Because, ba-bam, aren't I much better than anyone in that suicidal little terrorist crackpot unit?"
"…Like, Damien Thorn is part of the…."
"SD and PMS Rights Frontal. Yep. The bastard's apparently a high-ranking member, too! Hah! My ass! He can't do shit."
"So, the son of the devil is a high-ranking member of that parade." Wallace stated simply, rubbing his chin.
"Ehe, yep." Mercedes nodded. "And remember who this info came from- Mercedes Schnieder!" She curtsied, skipping back over to her locker and taking her books out. "I'll make sure that no one else knows, either, I know I can keep Ferrari silent, but Porche might be a problem, hm…" She shrugged and skipped off to her class, just as Wallace bumped into Butters –the boy who he knew to be the other half of the Marjorine show via second-hand knowledge from Mercedes, once again, just as soon as he was about to walk out.
"Oh….um, howdy, Wallace!" Butters smiled weakly, rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry. Was about to rush for class…where're you goin'?"
"…Different class." Wallace stated nonchalantly, walking towards the door.
"Oh, who?" Butters asked. Wallace sighed, not expecting the boy to be that inquisitive.
"Our teacher's probably out, anyway." Wallace mumbled, and then Butters jumped into his path.
"…..You're not going to class, are you?"
"….No." Wallace frowned. "Now, please, move out of the way."
"No, you should go, you'll start fai—"
That was when Wallace's temper flared, and he simply pushed the blonde aside, walking as fast as he could to the large doors. Butters held his arm, holding him back.
"Look, go, come on, it won't hurt….what could be so important as to miss class?" He asked innocently. Wallace looked down, and then spoke slowly.
"Alright. You win, Stotch. Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course, Keith."
"Well, then. Follow me...and my name isn't Keith." Wallace motioned, heading outside. Butters followed, and Wallace took his hand, running into a dark part of the school, with no windows, and no one to see what was going on. "My name is Alouette. I am a deliverer and a defender against the SD and PM Rights Front."
"R…Really?" Butters mouth opened in a shape somewhat in awe. "I'm….I'm a deliverer too!"
Wallace sighed. "Look, kid, you're a deliverer, I know that." He crossed his arms. "However, know this. If you choose to cooperate with me against this conspiracy, you'll have to keep some pretty tight secrets."
"I can do it." Butters nodded. "You can count on me, Aloue—"
"Shh. Shh. Call me Wallace, okay? Wallace Testaburger. They don't know, no one knows, except you, Julia, Benjamin, and myself. Please." Wallace mumbled as kindly as possible. Butters nodded quickly.
"I'm Little Boy Blue, ehe." Butters smiled sweetly. "I mean—I'm Marjorine Sto—No, I mean—"
"Pause it, Marjorine, Blue, Stotch, whatever your name is. Stop revealing things in plain street view. I only chose to reveal my fact as I knew there was no one coming at this time, but now it seems that that's not the case now that class is beginning and most people go to work at this time. "You'll not be going to school today, if you choose to participate in this. You'll be planning out a good course of action, considering that I'm entirely sure that Damien wouldn't admit his involvement in plain daylight, and anyone who tries to get it that way is a fucking idiot." Wallace walked off, motioning for the boy to follow. Butters dashed after, although he glanced around, somewhat worried.
"Aren't you afraid our parents will see us?"
"Tch." Wallace shrugged. "Doesn't matter, as far as I'm concerned, my mom and dad don't get involved in what I do, and I don't get involved in what they do."
"Mmn…" Butters pouted, but slowly followed after Wallace, glancing around curiously as if to see his father at any moment.
Meanwhile, within the confines of the Tucker household, Tweek (having been invited over for a business deal a few nights previous) had brought over his sister, Lamia, as he was obligated to take care of her most of the time (considering the fact that she seemed to be far too much for him to handle nonetheless, however, this may not be a good choice on the Tweaks' part).
"And so, I am proposing a alliance between both of us in order to establish better relations towards households nearby the Tucker household. You in or out?" Craig asked, crossing his arms. "Of course, we do have a special deliverer you can use if needed."
"We already—" Tweek paused. "U-Um. Aagh! Too much pres—s—show me the special deliverer."
Craig nodded, and pulled open the door, just as Lilac, crouched on the ground, looked up into the light.
"Yes, master?" Lilac asked, stepping up one step a bit timidly.
"These two wish to see you."
Lilac smiled, and ran on up, falling on her knees weakly as she reached the top, then wincing, getting back up onto her feet. "Hello. My name is Lilac Tucker." She smiled.
"…H-Hello. I'm Tweek, and this is Lamia." Lamia seemed to be staring at the special deliverer with a certain sense of interest, reaching out her hand and then recoiling it as Lilac did the same.
"…I like her." Lamia stated simply, crossing her arms. "I think she'd be good. Almost as good as Antoinette."
"Y…Yeah. Okay. We accept." Tweek smiled weakly. Lilac laughed, as if there was nothing else for her to do, and Lamia only stared at her with mild interest, some mix of confusion and amusement crossing the mind of the young girl.
"Good. I expect you to cooperate with anyone that comes your way, then." Craig stated, then walked off into his study as Lilac shrunk down to the ground, but still smiled, as there was nothing else for her to do.
Other than, of course, be locked in the basement, contained with nothing but the raindrops, and occasionally her own blood to make pictures with when she got desperate enough and scratched where she knew metallic implants lie.
And, naturally, that was everywhere, leading to her chest being covered in scratches. Lamia looked down at Lilac and petted her weakly, as Lilac smiled up at her.
As with no memory of anything, Lilac could believe that she would like these people.