Yay, another chapter!!! Didja miss me? Didja didja?!?! Sure you did! That's why you're reading!!! Anyway, yah, Tweekie comes in here again. Read and enjoy? Yay!

Please forgive any misspellings, I'm lazy and I don't care.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. Blegh to you.

Chapter Ten
Welcome Home, Tweek!!

(Tweek's P.O.V.)

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If there was one thing Tweek could say, it would be that at least Craig was trying. He really was. It just...wasn't working out too well.

Ever since he had told him about Brian, Craig had done his best to protect him. To walk him home all the way after school, even if it meant being late for work. To always come over if he needed to do something outside, like getting more coffee from the store when they were low. To keep him company during the night when Tweek was scared that someone was outside his window, even if it meant walking through almost negative temperatures to reach Tweek's house. But Craig was trying really hard to avoid a little thing called 'life', and he couldn't always be there.

Like right now.

Tweek was walking down the street extra carefully, scanning the surrounding area very closely. His father (finally taking some time from his 'busy' lifestyle to actually come home), had sent him to the store to buy some mocha double fudge coffee grounds that Tweek hadn't even didn't even know had even existed. He had called Craig in hopes of getting an escort, but to no avail. Craig had reluctantly said 'no', the sound of loud blaring music in the background and some guy yelling for another beer clearly saying he was busy. He had offered to skip out on work anyway, but Tweek had declined, paranoid about getting his best friend fired and made into a homeless truant on the streets who would fall into a dark spiral of drugs and alcohol all because he lost his job.

Now he was walking alone down the street, his heart beating fearfully.

You should have just taken his offer and waited for you fuckbuddy to pick you up. The voice snickered. Then later, if you were lucky, he could've given you another pity fuck. God knows, you love those.

Shh!!! Tweek hushed it. Be quiet, I have to concentrate!!

Oh shut up, It snorted. Your luck can't be that bad.

Yes it can! I have horrible luck!! If I saw myself on the street, I'd jump myself too!! Tweek squeaked in fear, looking around even more anxiously. Oh my God, what if I do jump myself?! I could destroy the fabric of space and time and everyone would die!! I'd have the blood of millions on my hands!!! He tugged fearfully on his hair.

The worst you have right now is the blood of a couple of fruitflies and cockroaches on your hands. The voice scoffed. Don't think yourself normal enough to actually be able to kill someone. You'd probably fuck that up too.

Ngh, be quiet!!!Tweek pleaded desperately. What if they sneak up on me or something?!

Hmmm, your fuckbuddy sounded so concerned over the phone... It mused. Another drop in the bucket of lies.

Craig doesn't lie! He's my best friend; he wouldn't lie to me! He was concerned! Anyone would be in this situation, it's way too much pressure!!!

Hey now, don't go shoving Craig into your misfit misconceptions. The voice snarled. You're a fucked up, twitchy paranoid little bitch, and he's a normal bastard. If he was in this situation, he wouldn't just sit around like a fucking pussy, he'd kick their asses. It chuckled darkly. You're so weak, Tweekie. So pathetically weak. And the concern? All part of the act. Like I told you, Craig hates you.

No, he doesn't!! He doesn't!!

Yes he does. Why do you think he never tells you when he gets hurt? The voice taunted, its whisper a sly hiss.

"W-what?" He was startled enough to speak out loud, but never got any farther than that. As he passed a small alley, he was suddenly grabbed, dragged backwards into the shadowy depths. A hand clamped over his mouth cut off his panicked scream as his body jerked in its furious efforts for escape. He kicked and bucked, but to no avail, the person holding him was too strong.

He was dumped unceremoniously on the dirty ground, and a blindfold was tied around his eyes. A gag was next, then a heavy pressure that wouldn't let him get up, and he knew his muffled screams would never be heard, not in this filthy corner of hell where worms crawled and spawned, oh God, he could feel them, leaving their slimy trails over his body, slithering over--

"Hello, Tweekie." A voice called, and Tweek screamed again, fighting uselessly to get up. He screamed because it was the voice, but real, his worst nightmare; it escaped, it was free, oh God, it was going to kill him--

"Heh, still fighting back, eh?" The voice chuckled, and Tweek's scream petered off into a whimper as a bit of sanity broke through his terrified lightning-sharp thoughts. It was a voice, yes, but it wasn't THE voice. It was Brian.

Tweek didn't know which was worse.

He lay still, panting through the gag. There was a feathery touch on his cheek and he squirmed, trying to pull away. The darkness of the blindfold taunted him, he couldn't see what was touching him, he couldn't see at all, the black was pressing in on him, all over, get it off, get it off, get it off!!

"You've been hanging around with your friend alot lately. What was his name again?" Brian pretended to think for a while. "Oh yeah, Craig, right? Heh, is he trying to protect you? To keep you safe?" Brian leaned in closer; Tweek could feel his breath on his ear. "He's not doing such a good job, is he?"

Tweek whimpered.

"We still caught you. You're still here." Brian chuckled. "He failed, Tweekers."

Don't call me that, you can't, you can't. Tweek repeated desperately. You can't, not you, only the voice and Craig, you can't, not you!!

"He can't protect you." Brian continued. "He can't do anything against us. We're always watching you, always on your tail; Craig can't help you. Did you see your bushes rustle outside your house this morning? That was us, always, always watching you."

Of course, he had done no such thing, but Tweek didn't know that. In his panic he forgot completely that the bushes outside of his house were way too small to hide anyone. He believed it completely, believed that yes, he had seen it, that he had seen their eyes in the leaves, that he had heard them calling out to him. Tweek struggled harder, shrieking, his heart pounding so fast it hurt.

"We're ever gonna leave you alone, Tweekie. We're always gonna be there, always following. You're never gonna have a moment of peace, not as long as we're around. And nothing, not even Craig, can protect you."

Tweek was crying now, frightened tears of terror seeping into the blindfold. The demons would never set him free, he was going to die here, and no one would ever find him.

"Hmmm..." Brian mused. "You need to learn not to disobey when I told you not to tell anybody. Because I know you told Craig about the fun we have together. You need to learn." There was a pause. "Alan, bring out...the maggots."

Maggots? Tweek strained his captured body to turn at the approaching footsteps, trying vainly to see what was happening. Brian's voice returned, sly and dark.

"See, we collected some little friends for you. A lot actually. Hundreds of maggots waiting to feast on your flesh. Are you ready to meet them? Because they're ready to meet you."

Tweek quivered mutely on the ground, pure panic stealing away any shrieks he had. He was bluffing, right? He didn't have any maggots with him, it was just a trick, right? Right?

A rough hand pulled up the back of Tweek's shirt and the blonde flinched, almost paralyzed in fear. What were they doing? What were they doing?!

"Let's start the reunion." Brian whispered. There was a squelching noise, and a handful of slimy crawling things dropped onto his bare back.

"MMMGHHHHHH!!!!" Tweek screamed so loud it seemed the whole world could hear it, so hard his throat hurt. He was fighting like crazy, he had to escape, he felt them on him, no, leave him alone, get them off!!!

"Do you feel that?" Came the sly whisper. "Can you feel them burrowing into your skin? Eating you down to your bloody core? Can you feel them?"

Only muffled screams met his question, giving him the perfect answer. Tweek sobbed brokenly, his body wild with motion. He couldn't think, nothing, all he felt was the maggots' jaws on his skin, their slimy trails on him, them crawling inside of him.

No no no no no no!!!! Tweek cried loudly inside his head as he fought for release. His mind was a blank in the aspect of rational thought, all he felt was the urge to leap up and tear off his flesh, claw down to his bones and rip the unholy maggots from his bones, oh God, set him free!! He needed a knife, a lighter, a chainsaw, anything to chop and burn away at his infected body, to rip himself apart until he was clean, until he was pure, until he couldn't feel them anymore.

Sadistic laughter registered vaguely in his ears, but he couldn't understand it anymore than he could think. And still screams poured from his sore throat, horrendous cries of a broken mind pushed too far. But he couldn't hear those either.

"Alright, let him go."

The gag and blindfold were removed, the pressure on his body taken away, and Tweek was shocked by the bright light after what seemed an eternity of darkness. Then his panic set in, and he leapt up, screaming louder at the sight of the insects on the floor below him and the feel of them on his back. His nails dragged deep, bloody furrows into his arms, chest and what he could reach of his back as he looked for the burrowing maggots. His blood ran free, and Brian's voice whispered behind him,

"We'll always be here for you, Tweekie."

That was the final straw. Tweek bolted from the alley, still shrieking, desperate to be as far away as possible. But he only emerged from one shadow of hell, into another. An unrecognizable world. Into madness.

Shadows burst forward from every corner, red eyes staring at him, glaring, fangs jutting out from windows and buildings that leered at him dangerously. Squawks from demon birds that slithered and crawled on twisted limbs and bloody angels with no eyes that flew upside down and cried out in agony. Scarlet blood that bubbled and frothed, coming toward hm in a red wave, laughing at him.

Beautiful, isn't it?The voice in his head came from all directions and Tweek ran, trying to escape it, but it only laughed.

Can't run forever, Tweekers.

Tweek screamed again to release the building pressure in his head and the world turned upside down and he was falling, but now it was right again and he was throwing up, but it was black as night and a face came out of it and shrieked at him with bloody teeth and he was running again.

The world mixed together in blurred patterns of night and fire, the sun came up to smile but it had no mouth, the wind jumped to its death as it flew toward the shattered moon, giant rats that ran from bulls and called out his name. His legs hurt and his head burned and he couldn't see and maybe he threw up again, but only more blood came from his wounds.

You're insane now, Tweek! The voice laughed hysterically. Welcome home! Welcome home!!!

He still ran and cried and screamed and bled, and his heart beat faster and he couldn't breathe and his chest hurt, it was on fire. There was no air and he fluttered like a dying fish after throwing up his heart and lungs. A demon appeared, wearing Craig's face, surprised and watching.

He stumbled forward and clutched its front like a dying man and gasped and panted and twitched. The demon-Craig grabbed him in tight claws and Tweek collapsed on his knees as he felt his empty chest try vainly to breathe and beat. There was nothing left.

"Help me..." Tweek pleaded brokenly. "Help m-me, I s-still feel them, th-they're coming for me..."

Still the demon-Craig said nothing, staring at him with an almost horrified expression. Tweek cried harder. Brian was right. The voice was right. He couldn't help him. Nobody could help him. Nobody.

"Y-you said...th-they wouldn't...hurt me a-anymore. Y-you promised." He panted for non-existent breath. It hurt, why did it hurt so much?

"You lied."

Then Tweek's chest exploded and nothing mattered anymore.

A/N: Yup. Lotta weirdness in here. I actually had fun writing this chapter! Not because of the maggots or whatever (ewww, I hate them), but because writing madness is fun! It was really weird. I just wrote down tons of stuff that didn't make any sense, and when I looked back at it, it was all like, 'whoa, this is cool'. Oh my God, any of you out there draw? Because I would LOVE fanart for this particular chapter!! Like, totally truly!! Hmmm, maybe Tweek died. I don't know. Maybe he will, depends on how I'm feeling and how quickly I want to end this.

Pip: You can't kill him yet!!

Me: Yes I can.

Pip: No! He's got so much to live for!!

Me: Liiiiike?

Pip: ...um, uh, coffee! And Craig!!

Me: Risa wants Craig and Tweek to die. And people say Craig is a jackass that deserves to be slapped. Nobody likes my Craig.

Pip: Well, they're not the ones writing this, are they? Tweek has to live, if only to pursue a better relationship with him.

Me: Hmm, true. But I want to kill Tweek.

Pip: No!

Me: (sigh) Where's your man?

Damien: Here.

Me: Pip won't let me do what I waaaaaaant. Make him go away.

Damien: No. Even I think Tweek deserves a chance here. Come on. Seriously?

Me: (sigh) Alright alright. Maybe I won't kill him.

Craig: You better not.

Brian: Shut up. She can do whatever she wants.

Craig: You fucking son of a bitch!! You hurt my Tweek!!

Brian: Whoops.

(Brian runs, Craig chases after him)

Me: Oh well. Hey, wanna go find out what Butters is doing?

Damien: Being fucked by Cartman.

Me: ....O_o Alright, what about Kenny?

Pip: Watching Butters.

Me: Jesus Christ. Never mind. Wanna go to the beach?

Damien/Pip: Yay!

Okay, just out of curiosity, how may people would be pissed off right now if I killed Tweek? Just like that? How many of you would love it? How many want to slap me? Review please, with any comments and/or slaps!!