You're a Killer, Tweek
Craig X Tweek
Written by JEL
Third person P.O.V.
Happiness
Is a choice, not a gift
Freedom
Comes with sacrifice
Love
Is usually rejected
Perfection
Doesn't exist
Life
Is given, and taken away
Craig opened the door to Tweek's hospital room. He looked up, seeing the little blonde was nowhere to be found. He felt his heart begin to race. Craig stood in silent panic, contemplating what he should do.
He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Don't stress out, they just moved him to another room."
Craig turned, and Clyde and Token were standing behind him. "… Are you guys holding hands..?"
Clyde snatched his hand away. "No..!"
"Yes." Token interjected.
"ANYWAY, Tweek's just in a different ward. They say he's going to be released soon, so he got a lot more… uh… what's it called..?"
"Welcoming accommodations." Token finished Clyde's sentence.
"Yeah, what he said. He's in room… um…"
"Room 143 on level two."
"Thanks…" Craig walked by them, proceeding to the elevator.
Craig approached Room 143. Sure enough, the little plaque had Tweek's name on it. He opened the door. There on the bed, was Tweek, fast asleep. He no longer had that hospital gown, instead he wore a green hoodie and black shorts. The blanket covers had fallen off him and onto the floor. Tweek clutched a pillow for dear life, even in his sleep.
Craig walked over and replaced the blanket on top of his sleeping angel. Tweek shifted and snuggled comfortably back under it, digging his face into the pillow in the most adorable way. Seeing this, it made Craig smile. He reached out and tugged a little on Tweek's ear.
Tweek began to mumble in his sleep. "S-stop…"
Craig drew back his hand, thinking he had woken Tweek up. But when he didn't open his eyes, Craig assumed he was still sleeping.
"I'm… sorry… I don't want to…" Tweek continued his quiet nonsense.
Those words made Craig's stomach turn. He'd always thought that Tweek never slept well was because he was too afraid to let his guard down, but it wasn't just that. Tweek would often have nightmares - or rather, recollections - of the murders taken place by his hand. He could never consciously remember them, but dreams were where he could see everything. Vivid, haunting images of men, women, and even children being murdered in cold blood. Most had their eyes being cut out, crying for mercy.
There was a knock on the still open door. Craig turned to see Kenny standing in the doorway.
"Hey… how's it goin'..?" Kenny stood awkwardly.
"Fine… you're here for Tweek..?"
"Uh, yeah… heard he was in the hospital, and well… not like I have anything better to do…"
Craig almost laughed. "Yeah, alright…"
"… You know, this one's a lot crazier than you might think… he's probably killed me over seventeen times this year."
"What..?"
"Yeah, insane, isn't it? Kid's got some kinda issue with me, or something."
Craig stare ominously at Tweek. "For… how long..?"
"Ah, I dunno… few years, I think. It's always like he's a different person. Sounds weird, doesn't it?"
"No… it makes perfect sense…"
"Oh… alright, I guess… Anyway, I gotta booty call to get to. Hot Asian I've been DYING to get with. Later." Kenny spun around and exited without another word, leaving Craig in thought.
There was no doubt that He was behind all these deaths and murders. But back at the party, He said He didn't have anything to do with Tweek stabbing that guy. So what if He was right? What if Tweek was starting to be more like that… thing..? No. No that couldn't be true. There was no way Tweek could be like that. He would never want to hurt anyone. He tried to DROWN himself after hurting somebody, for Christ sake! Tweek wouldn't be able to stand being a killer, no matter how hard he tried not to.
Tweek woke a few hours later, and blinked his eyes open. He looked up, seeing Craig messing around on his phone. How long had he been here?
"Craig…" Tweek whispered out.
Looking up from his phone, Craig smiled a little. "Morning. Or I guess I should say afternoon."
"I've been asleep all day..?"
"Well, not ALL day. It's only like, four o'clock."
"Geez… just another night I won't be able to sleep…"
"Ah, it's not that bad. But, if you really don't think you'll sleep well, I'll stay up all night with you."
"You… you would..?"
"Of course I would. I'd rather be here with you over being back at my place."
"Oh… thanks…" Tweek could feel his cheeks change color.
Craig chuckled. "Nice shade of color for you, even though it doesn't match what you're wearing."
Tweek looked down at his outfit. His green hoodie was probably ten sizes too big for him. On the other hand, his shorts were skin tight and clung to his skinny thighs. The weirdest part, is that he didn't even remember putting it on.
Tweek train of thought was cut off by Craig running his fingers through his messy hair.
"You need a brush, like, big time. Your hair is a tangled mess."
"Yeah… I know… I wanna shower though… They won't let me shower everyday, and I feel gross otherwise…"
"You'll survive. Besides, you don't look gross at all."
"I don't..?" Tweek pulled his knees to his chest.
"Nope." Craig gave a kiss on Tweek's forehead.
Tweek blushed harder, heat pulsating in his cheeks. Sometimes he forgot that Craig was now his - if he dare say - boyfriend. Tweek reached out and grabbed Craig's hand with both of his small ones. Craig turned to look at him.
Fumbling on his words, Tweek made an explanation. "I-I… I just want to hold it… that's all…"
A smile crept on Craig's face. He squeezed his hand, leaning to plant another kiss on Tweek.
END PT10
I kinda feel like it's an uneventful chapter, and I'm sorry about that. But the next one, I promise will be better.
P.S. POEM MINE Y'KNOW.
