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 10: I don't e-e-eat that m-much
"Tweeky you need to come back from cloud nine and live on earth like the rest of us." Clyde said as he clicked his fingers in my face making me flinch and grab whatever was by my side
"Ahh!" I turned to see what I had grabbed hold of, to see that it was Craig's arm...
Craig Tuckers arm...
A very pissed off (because of Clyde) Craig Tuckers arm...
I let go remembering the feeling of it while muttering
"I-I-I'm s-so sorry!" in a scared almost inaudible voice, one of his hands moved towards me lightning fast, Token and Clyde gasp while I cringe unsure what to expect... 'A hit? A slap? A push?'
His hand overlapped my smaller one witch held the coffee, I opened my eyes to see him leaning, keeping the coffee up right
"...Your gonna drop it..." Craig mumbled, once he felt that I was sturdy enough to hold it he let go. 'Wow Craig saved my coffee! Because I was so shocked that I grabbed him arm I let my grip on my coffee loosen... Craig is so amazing! I love him even more!'
I gave him my quirky smile
"T-thank y-you, Craig." I said happily, when I realised... 'I said his name without stuttering. Oh what a wonderful day this is~ Score 1 for Tweek, 0 for the rest of the world... and aliens... and tomato loving ghosts... and of course the mutant marshmallows, Ha in your faces!'
"... Sure thing.." He said walking over to sit on the table, I fallowed in tow still smiling.
Token and Clyde just stared at Craig as he took a seat on the table opposite them, they thought for sure that Craig was going to hit Tweek, if it was any of them he would have.
After a few mints everyone was comfortably eating there lunch and chatting
"So where's your lunch Tweek?" Token asked seeing nothing in my hands other than coffee, I twitched and mentally cursed
"Ah!- I-I d-don't bring l-lunch..." I mumbled sipping my coffee.
"What? Tweeky you need to eat more know wonder your like paper thin." Clyde said as he munched through a big bag of molesters
"Why don't you eat that much?" Token asked again, I shake quietly before I decided to speak... 'I hope that they don't shout at me like my parents did when they found out that I didn't eat for a week.'
"I don't e-e-eat that m-much because... because t-the people might poison the f-food!"
'Please don't shout please don't shout please don't look down on me... Craig.'