Author's Note: Dragonflies taste like gravy.

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Remember me?

Chapter 12: This is my room.


Craig and Tweek stood in front of the house that Tweek called home merely three days ago. The spastic boy stared in awe of the place. Would his friend seriously dare to go in there? What if my parents are in there? Would they call the cops? Would they threaten us with a gun? Would they do anything? What if they're not in there and a neighbor sees us coming inside? Would they do anything?

"Well, Tweek. Are you ready to go in?" Craig asked him.

The paranoid thoughts went away. "Yeah. I'm ready." Both boys walked to the front porch. Craig reached for the door knob and he turned it. And, like how any other door functions, the door opened. Craig and Tweek went into the dark living room of the house.

"Why are w-we at my house?" Tweek questioned.

"We're getting you some clothes." Craig replied.

"Th-then why don't we buy s-some?"

"Do you have any money on you?"

"No."

"Then there's your reason." Craig walked up the staircase. Tweek didn't follow. He had his mind on something he wished have checked when his parents let him borrow some clothes. If there were any pictures of him in the house.

He checked the living room and kitchen first. Nothing. He walked up the steps of his house and checked his parents' room. He didn't find any pictures, but he did find an old letter in his mother's dresser. He examined it. The letter is discolored and wrinkled. He could tell from the hand writing that it was a letter from his parents, writing to each other back and forth.

Right before he could read what the letter said, he heard, "Tweek! You might want to check this out!" Tweek put the letter in his jacket pocket and ran out of his parents' room. He spotted Craig looking into the doorway of what used to be his room and ran over to him.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

Craig pointed to the inside of the room. When Tweek turned his gaze to the room, he dropped his jaw.

"M-my room." He said to himself. He went inside. "Craig, this is my room!"

Craig moved from the hallway to the room. "Yeah, this is your room." He said plainly.

"N-no! There's absolutely no t-trace of me in this house. Th-this is my room!"

The careless boy watched as his friend went crazy in his room.

"THIS IS MY BED! MY NIGHT STAND! MY CLOSET!" Tweek opened said closet. "MY CLOTHES!"

"Did you find yourself some clothes?" Craig asked.

"Y-yeah!"

"Okay, I'll get you a garbage bag to put your clothes in. Please don't get too excited and break something." Craig said before leaving the room.

As much as he wanted to see if anything changed about his room, Tweek sat on his bed and took the old letter out of his pocket. Should I read this? Seems like I'm invading my mom and dad's privacy. But it is an old letter. Who knows, maybe the issue inside of it doesn't exist anymore. Okay, here I go.

"What are you doing in my house, Tucker?" Someone said from downstairs.

Oh no! Is Craig in trouble? I'll save you! Tweek shoved the note back into his pocket. He ran out of his room and down the steps. He seen shadows in the kitchen. He leaped into the kitchen and tackled one of the owners of the shadow. He tackled his father.

"Oh. What?" Mr. Tweak said as he fell to the floor. The man looked at the boy who attacked him.

"You. Again?" He question, annoyed. "What do you want?"

"I needed m-my clothes." Tweek replied.

"Your clothes? Why would they be here?"

"Because this h-house is where my r-room is."

Mr. Tweak got himself up from the floor. "Show me to your room then."

"O-okay." Tweek went out from the kitchen and up the stairs. He found his bedroom and pointed. "See. Th-that's my room!"

Mr. Tweak look confused as he looked into the room that Tweek pointed at. "I don't see any resemblance of a bedroom. Just my office."

Tweek glanced over to where he pointed. His room wasn't there anymore! It seemed as if it was automatically replaced by the typical house office when he went downstairs.

"B-but. It was here! I-I seen it! My bed, and my closet! Wh-where did it all go?"

"I think that you should be heading home now." Said Mr. Tweak. Tweek nodded and apologized for disrupting the man. He went back down to the kitchen to meet up with his friend who brought him here.

"So. What did he say about the room?" Craig asked. He is no longer holding the garbage bag meant for clothing.

"I-it was gone. It wasn't there anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"My room somehow i-isn't my room anymore. It t-transformed into an office."

Craig groaned. "Does that mean that we have to buy you some clothes?"

"Craig! My room magically t-turned into an o-office! What do you n-not find strange about that?"

"Tweek, strange things happen in South Park all the time. I've just grown used to it."

"W-we should probably leave now." Tweek suggested.

"Come on. The sooner the better."


The walk back to Craig's house was as awkward and quiet as Tweek's car ride to school with his mother the day before.

"Hello there, Newbies." A person said behind them. The two boys turned around. "I thought it would be nice if we had a little party."

"What do you want fatass?" Craig growled.

"Woah, why so tense there? Is your best friend Spazzy McWeirdo Pants giving you a hard time?" Cartman asked with a smirk. Even the dumbest person in the world could tell he is up to something.

"Leave us alone."

"No. All I want is to have some fun!"

"Go away."

Cartman's smirk dropped to a fake frown. "Aw. You guys are such party poopers! I was going to make this easy on you. But I guess now, we have to go to drastic measures."

"What are you going to do? Sit on us?" Craig sarcastically said, quoting Kung Fu Panda.

"No. More drastic than that." In a sudden movement, Cartman pulled something out of his jacket pocket and threw it at Tweek, causing the twitch to pass out. Then he took a rag drenched with chloroform and waddled over to Craig.

"What's "Mommy's little angel" going to do with a weapon like that?" Cartman evilly smiled and jumped onto the blue clad boy, who couldn't move from all the weight on top of him. The chloroform rag was put to his mouth and he was out of it.

"Heh. That was easier than I expected." Cartman said, as he grabbed the ankle of the unconscious bodies and dragged them away.


Well, that escalated quickly. Sorry if chapter sucked. Parents keep arguing and threatening to divorce each other. Like, GRRR SHUT UP MOM AND DAD, I'M WRITING A DAMN STORY!

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