You're a Killer, Tweek

Craig X Tweek

Written by JEL

Third person P.O.V.

If I screamed

Would you run to save me

If I cried

Would you wipe away my tears

If I bled

Would you stitch closed my wounds

If I died

Would you avenge my death

"Craig…" Tweek peered up. "I… I have something to talk to you about…"

"What do you mean..?"

"Craig, they're gonna find me… we can't deny that… But I don't know what to do… Should I… turn myself in..? Or just wait for them to find me..? I guess it'd be better for me to turn myself in… but I-… I'm scared…"

Craig sat silent. He had no idea what to do either. If he were smart, he'd tell Tweek to turn himself in. But unfortunately, Craig wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He wanted Tweek to stay for whatever time he may of had. Besides, it's not like they'll show leniency for making finding him easier, especially after all He's done.

Tweek sat up, keeping his fetal position in place. He loomed, awaiting an answer. Seeing that he wasn't getting one, Tweek looked down at his no longer bandaged arms. The scars were faint, barely visible. Just like his vague memory of how he got them. It all seemed so long ago that Tweek had given himself these cuts. He had taken out his pocket knife, and rolled up his sleeves. He'd rested the blade on his skin, and slashed wounds in them with a passion. With every violent motion, Tweek had yelled at himself, cursing the day he was born. He called himself many things. "Garbage", "Murderer", "Demon", "Bastard Child", "Sickening Killer Who Deserves To Die", and the overuse of the word "Monster". Tweek had even thought of slashing his wrists the proper, deadlier way, but the pain in his arms were enough for the time being.

Tweek teared at the thought of how he'd hurt himself. Not because he wished he hadn't done it, but because he hadn't cut his wrists and ended it all. It would've saved him so much more hurt.

Craig also saw the scars, remembering the first time he'd seen them. A chill ran up Craig's spine, and he shook his head.

He grabbed Tweek, pulling him close. "Please… don't hurt yourself ever again… okay..?"

"O-… okay… I'm sorry…"

"Stay with me."

"Huh?"

"Stay here. Don't turn yourself in yet." He repeated bluntly.

"B-but… won't your parents-"

"They're on some stupid anniversary trip, and Ruby's at a friend's house. Stay here, for the night at least."

"I… I don't want you to get in trouble, though…"

"I'd rather die than live without you, so I'm not worried about that." And he wasn't. Craig never cared much for thinking about the future.

Even though what he said was in an unamused tone, what Craig said had touched Tweek's heart in the sweetest way. Tweek wrapped his arms around Craig's torso, sniffling into his chest.

"… I-I'm sorry I got you into th-this..!"

Craig stroked Tweek's hair, a soothing tone in his voice. "It's not your fault. Calm down. It's fine."

"I-I… I… l-lo-…" Tweek bit his tongue, refusing himself to say more.

Craig gave a small kiss to Tweek's forehead. "Love you, too."

"… Craig..?"

"Hm..?"

"Are-… are we gonna be okay..?"

"… Yeah… we'll be just fine."

Craig lazily opened his eyes, fatigued from staying up so late. He felt a light pressure on his chest. Tweek was lying on top of him. Realizing this, Craig smiled a bit. It's not like he and Tweek had never been in the same bed together, they had tons of sleepovers as kids, and occasionally still had a couple as teenagers. But never so close - or on top of each other, for that matter. Craig kissed the matted mess on Tweek's head over and over, until Tweek began to stir.

Opening his eyes, Tweek gave a small groan. "… Ugn… Craig… I'm so tired…"

Craig looked at the clock he had next to his bed. "It's almost eleven. We need to get up."

"But I… I'm so comfy…" Tweek snuggled his face into Craig's chest, purposely trying to be cute. His green eyes shone, and a tiny smile formed.

"… Fine, we can stay like this. But stay AWAKE."

"I will…" Giving a tiny kiss to Craig's chest, Tweek giggled to himself.

They lay quiet, very much enjoying each other's company. Tweek fidget in place, as if thinking hard. Craig lay stiff, occasionally running his fingers through his raven hair. He usually wouldn't like not having his hat in its proper place, but for some reason right now, he felt… a bit up-spirited. It was only then that Craig realized how long his hair was getting. He would have to cut it soon, he'd decided. If it got too long, it'd get in his eyes, and he hated that.

Tweek cut off Craig's train of thought. "Craig..?"

"Huh? Yeah, what?"

"… Is it bad that I want coffee right now..?"

Craig failed to hold in a chuckle. That was almost TOO predictable for Tweek to say. "No, I can go make you some if you want."

Tweek gave him the sweetest look. "Would you..?"

"Yeah, why not? I could go for some myself. Stay here." Craig sat up, Tweek continuing to sit in his lap. He kissed Tweek, and set him on the bed. Craig exited without a second glance, leaving Tweek to his own thoughts.

Tweek layed on his side, watching the door like an obedient dog. He didn't think of anything in particular, just about his coffee. He hadn't had a drop of it while in Folle. Tweek had yearned for it dearly.

As his eyes wandered around the room, Tweek's attention drew to a little cage. In the cage was Stripe, Craig's hamster. Tweek had almost forgotten about how much Craig liked animals, especially hamsters. He had always had a little soft spot for animals, and only Tweek knew that.

Tweek walked to the clear cage, watching Stripe as he ran back and forth through it. The small brown and white creature stopped and seemed to of stared at Tweek quizzingly. He soon lost interest and began to run on his hamster wheel. He ran and ran, until he lost interest in that too, and went to go eat some food out of a tiny white dish. Stripe seemed to lose interest in things quickly and abundantly. Tweek stuck his hand in the cage, stroking the top of Stripe's head softly. Stripe squeaked happily, and pushed his hazel head along Tweek's finger.

Tweek smiled at the gentle pushes and squeals of the tiny fur ball. Stripe ran in little circles, returning over and over again to Tweek's skinny hand.

"So, what is the appeal to the affections of such an insignificant creature?" He asked teasingly.

Tweek jumped, and Stripe ran to the corner of his cage.

"He… he's not insignificant… all living things are precious… even the tiniest ones…" Tweek hushed his voice at the thought of sounding foolish.

"Is it? I don't believe that I really care about lives, if you couldn't deduce that."

"… That's because you're… you're… selfish…"

He tilted his head. "Selfish?"

"… All you care about is yourself… If you could care for somebody else, maybe you'd see what I mean about precious lives… maybe you wouldn't be so heartless…"

A sharp pain pounded in Tweek's head. He grabbed his temples, yelping harshly.

"Why don't you take a nap, little one?" He had a tense tone in his voice.

"O-o-okay..!" Tweek surrendered.

Stripe rattled in his cage, again running in circles.

He glared down at the hamster, watching it in spite. Stupid thing… what was so great about it anyway? What was so special about it that people adored so much? His temper mellowed, and He wondered what the small thing felt like. He reached his hand in, like Tweek had before. His hand hung in there, not even touching Stripe yet. Then He had second thoughts. What was He doing wasting time with a pitiful rat? But before He could draw His hand back, Stripe nudged His finger with his head. The soft little head bobbed back and forth, squeaking happily. Without even thinking, He petted Stripe tenderly, a bit of a smile pulling at His lips. Before He knew it, He had Stripe in his hands, holding him close to His chest. Damn that cute thing… it was making Him soft for sure.

Craig re-entered his room. "Tweek..?"

"Wrong." He simply said.

"… The hell are you doing?"

"… Learning how to not be heartless, I suppose."

"That's possible?" Craig asked sarcastically.

"I doubt it. Couldn't hurt to try, could it? I owe you something after sparing me."

"I didn't spare you. I spared Tweek. I'd kill you with my bare hands if you weren't inside his body."

"My, that's unsettling. Disturbed, even. Turns me on." He set Stripe back in his cage.

"Don't talk to me like that. You don't get the privilege."

"Oh? Then who do you expect it from? Tweek? He's not confident enough. I, on the other hand, can give you that masochistic sex drive every teenage boy in pinning for." He gave a sweet smile.

Craig scowled. "I'm not talking about this anymore."

"I just piss you off, don't I? The fact that you can't harm me just claws at your innereds like a bear to a rotten carcass, just waiting to explode so you can slit my throat, gut me, and cut out my eyes from their sockets. Well, go ahead. Kill me. Bathe in my spoiled, cold blood Craig! You'd of killed you greatest inconvenience! Don't you want it?! To make me suffer, like all those damned bastards did?!"

Craig clenched his fists, and bit his lip. "Shut up..!"

"Here's your second chance! End my life! I WANT you to! Stab my abdomen, and bash my skull in! Pour cyanide into my eyes, make me blind before you end me! Shoot a silver bullet through my brain! Carve your name into my chest, and rub alcohol into the open wounds! Kill me, Craig! Kill me!"

"I WON'T!" Craig snapped. "… I can't…"

"You're so torn, aren't you? The person you love the most, and the one you hate the most, are in a single body. You can't have one without the other… so what'll you do?"

Craig stared at the floor. "… Get rid of the one I hate…"

END

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