You're a Killer, Tweek
Craig X Tweek
Written by JEL
Third person P.O.V.
My wounds are healed
But I can still see my scars
I can see again
But the vision is blurred
My heart is beating
But it's far too fast
You love me still
But not the same as before
You love me too much
Tweek shifted uncomfortably on the couch, sipping his coffee. It was bitter, and had a bland taste to it. Craig sat next to him, flipping through T.V. channels. For whatever reason, he rested on the news channel.
The news reporter spoke with a seriousness. "This is an update on the Folle Mental Institution. Due to the many deaths and horrid conditions at the facility, the Folle Institute For The Mentally Ill has been permanently shut down, and all residents have been released to proper homes. Reports say that many patients were given false medications that weren't even prescribed to them. As for the rooms they lived in, some were put in dark, freezing cold rooms and were rarely allowed to leave. The other rooms were small, barely even seven by ten feet. And Tweek Tweak, a teenager who is believed to of killed over ninety people in the small mountain town of South Park, Colorado, was one of said residents."
Tweek lowered his head. "Oh, god…"
"And to-… oh… This just in; Tweek Tweak, who was alleged to of murdered ninety people, has been proven innocent!"
Craig and Tweek both shot up. "What?"
"Yes, you heard it here, on channel nine news. Not even half an hour ago, a man - whose name has not yet been released - has confessed to the immense murders that Tweak was originally accused of. Due to this, Tweek Tweak has been dropped of all charges temporarily, until police enforcement can prove guilty."
"… This… this can't be… true…" Tweek's hands shook and his lip quiver.
"Tweek…" Craig said mindlessly.
"I-I… I've been… proven innocent..?"
"What kinda crazy bastard would admit to doing all that..?"
"Craig I… I…" Tears trailed down his cheeks, and he buried his face in his hands.
"Tweek, why are you crying? Isn't this good? You're free, no one thinks you're a murderer."
"You don't get it, Craig! He got away with it! H-He's gotten away with killing all those people, torturing me for years! This just proves that He can do whatever He wants!"
Craig snatched Tweek in his arms. "Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You're fine, it's okay."
"I-I can't believe th-this..! N-no matter what happens, He a-always gets what He wants..!"
"Tweek!" Craig snapped sternly. "Stop freaking out on me! Everything's going to be okay!"
Tweek silenced himself, and buried his face in Craig's chest. Craig petted Tweek's head soothingly, giving it a tiny kiss. He couldn't stay mad at his little paranoid blonde. It simply couldn't be done.
"Catherine…" Tweek said mindlessly.
"What?" Craig turned to him, a mug in hand.
"Catherine… I like that name…"
"Oh… 'kay, then… Name for what?"
Tweek's face turned red. "… Just… a name… A girl name, I guess…"
"A girl name, right… So you want a girl?"
"For wh-what..?"
"For us. That's what you mean, isn't it?"
"W-well, I-I..! I don't know… Th-that stuff… taking care of a kid… that's WAY too much pressure..! What, do… do YOU… want a kid..?"
Craig shrugged casually. "I don't know. Wouldn't hurt, I guess. I'd rather a boy though."
"A boy..? What'd we name him..?"
"Anything, I don't care. You could name him, if you want. I'm not good at naming things."
"Oh… okay…" Tweek messed with a bit of his own hair.
"We're too young to be thinking of stuff like that anyway. Here." Craig handed him the mug, sitting in a chair next to him.
"Thank you…" Tweek sipped the coffee, wincing at the horrid taste. He'd need TONS of sugar and creamer for this.
"So who the hell do you think is crazy enough to admit to everything you did?"
Tweek looked up, sadness in his emerald eyes.
"What HE did… sorry…" Craig corrected his mistake, a bit of shame filling his chest.
"I… I don't know… someone who's way crazier than I am…"
"It just… it just doesn't make sense to me… why would anybody do that?"
Tweek just lower his head. "Can… can we not talk about this anymore..? Please..?"
Craig's look softened. "Sure… Come up with any love child names yet?"
"L-love child..?! W-well, I… a-ah..!"
Craig smiled the biggest Tweek had ever seen before. "Okay, maybe that's a little weird to say. How about just 'kid' instead?"
"You're… enjoying talking about kids, aren't you..?" Tweek smiled back, feeling joy in finding something else Craig liked.
"Well… I couldn't ever guarantee I'd ever in a million years be a good dad, but I guess that… I want to be one…" Craig's face turned a bit red, having to share his inner thoughts.
"… Stephan…"
"Stephan..?"
"That's what I'd want our son's name to be… Stephan…"
Craig sighed, putting a hand atop Tweek's head. "Stephan it is, then."
(THE REAL) END
Woo! Thank you all for your continued support! I had fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed reading it! Sayonara!
P.S. ( For the very last time ) The poem is written by me ( JEL ).
P.S.S. Guinea pig… Stripe was a FUCKING GUINEA PIG, GODDAMNIT!