Chapter 38:

Clyde's POV-

My eyes widened at every word he just said.

Did he see something that night?

Was he there?

"What happened?" I asked gripping the blanket.

I heard his footsteps come closer and then I saw him take a seat beside me before sighing.

"You s-sure you want to know?"

I tensed at his tone. Why did he sound as though he was guilty? What is it that happened?

Biting my lip, I nodded. I want to know what he meant. Did something happen when I went to look for the cops that night?

Tweek took another sip of his coffee before looking back at me, "Okay, after you left to get the police..."

Craig's POV-

It was going well. So fucking well.

Why doesn't he just tell me the truth?

I know something is wrong with him but he keep denying it.

When I heard him beg for me to let him go, I almost lost it.

Almost.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I glared at my ceiling.

Suddenly I started to remember the time when Clyde fainted at school.

Was he starving himself? Stoley did say when he carried him to the nurse, he felt light.

I narrowed my eyes as I remembered confronting him about it.

"Nothing is wrong with you? Tch," I said incredulously out loud obviously not believing in his frequent answers he would give me, "I don't believe you."

He's lying.

I can tell.

He can't keep doing this.

I don't want anything to happen to him, whatever he's hiding I'm going to find out.

Normal POV:

Clyde stayed silent after Tweek told him what happened. His mind felt blank. He refused to believe it.

"...How do you know?"

"I saw h-him with a -ngh- strange looking gun. This also happened a long time ago when w-we were kids, Clyde. Don't you -hng- remember?" Tweek asked.

The brunette swallowed and shook his head, "I remembered it was on the news... " He answered as his voice trailed off, "My Dad said the entire city was bloody when he got home that day. I just thought it was probably nothing because this is South Park we're talking about and weird things happen out of the blue."

Tweek raised his hand and let it rest on Clyde's shoulder. "The pet shop owner said t-they came from a parallel universe."

Clyde tensed when he felt his hand rest on his shoulder. He wrapped the blanket closer to himself, letting all the information sink in his head.

He pursed his lips in thought, 'What if...?'

Clearing his throat he looked back at Tweek, "...If those animals were from that universe, Tweek. Has there ever been anyone who also came from there? Like a person?"

Tweek blinked and tried to remember that event, "I'm not t-too sure. But during the -ngh- Pumpkin Carving contest, I saw other guys d-dressed exactly like Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. Except they had beards. T-The only thing I over heard was something about 'evil universe' and then the next, people screami-"

The brunette's eyes widened and then he quickly stood up, handing Tweek back the blanket before letting him finish. "I think I have to go now Tweek. I just remembered I-"

"Clyde."

He stopped his tracks when he felt the other's hand grip still on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He heard the blonde ask in a concerned tone and surprisingly his voice remained calm.

But the brunette kept quiet. Refusing to look at the other.

Tweek let out a sigh squeezing the boy's shoulder in a reassuringly manner,"Whatever is bothering you Clyde, I can help."

"You don't get it..." The teen muttered before finally looking at Tweek, "...It's hard."

The blonde lightly patted his shoulder, "Everyone is worried about you."

Clyde swallowed lightly, hoping that he doesn't crumble right there. "Tweek, getting me to talk isn't going to work..."

"Then hear me out," The hand on his shoulder loosened as the other teen took another sip of his thermos. "I know it's hard. But keeping your troubles to yourself is only going to hurt you and make us worry even more." He shifted slightly, looking down before looking at him again. "I really don't want the same thing that happened to me, happen to you Clyde. Don't make the same mistake I made a long time ago, just talk to someone. Please." He heard him plead.

He inhaled lightly and soon let loose a shuddering breath; it was getting a bit hard to keep it together…But the way the other teen spoke made him flinch inwardly. He wanted to go home and think more on this.

Glancing away from the blonde, he took off his hat and put it in his pocket, "I don't know what you're talking about Tweek...I'm alright."

"Clyd-"

"I'm going home. Bye Tweek, see you tomorrow." He began to turn around but Tweek caught his wrist.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing."

"Please Clyde."

"I said it's nothing!" The teen pulled away from his grip.

He closed his eyes imagining the worried expression on the other's face, fully aware that the blonde was looking at him.

Without another word, he turned around and left.

Tweek swallowed thickly and stared up at the sky, "It's all up to you...Craig." He muttered.

"It can't be true. It just can't be." Clyde mumbled clenching his fists.

"What can't be true, kid?"

He hesitated but took a deep breath and asked, "Is...Is it possible for someone to come from a different universe?"

"What are you getting at?"

"Are you from a parallel universe Eddy?"

After he asked that, he tensed at the other's silence. "E-"

"Why the hell do you want to know?"

Clyde bit the inside of his cheek, "I just..."

"Close your eyes."

"...Why?"

"Close your damn eyes Donovan." He heard the demanding tone.

The teen shook his head and shakily spoke, "Not until you answer my question-"

His eyes widened when he heard a growl, he bit his lip waiting for some sort of answer.

Suddenly he heard silence.

As he was about to speak, he heard a knock on his door and then the figure opening it.

"Son, are you coming downstairs? Your mother said dinner is ready."

"Yeah, I'm coming."

Calming down, he gave a curt nod following his father.

He didn't notice a suspicious glance from him as they walked.

"Hello?"

"Craig?"

The raven blinked staring at his phone in confusion, "Tweek? What's up?"

"...Help him, Craig. Before it's too late."

His eyes widened, "What-"

"I have to go now, sorry for calling you this late. Mom is calling for me."

Craig quickly sat up,"Wait Twe-"

"Goodnight Craig."

"Don't hang up th-...phone." The teen groaned in annoyance. Staring at his phone for a moment.

"Before it's too late?" He questioned to nobody but himself.

He grit his teeth as he ran a hand through his hair. Today was just not his day.

A/N: So I'm sorta not happy how this chapter turned out but it's getting there ^^'. Sorry I've been gone for a little bit. I got stuck halfway writing this.

Anyway someone is going to dream next chapter. Can some of you tell me who you think it should be this time? And should they have a nightmare or not?

Oh nooo, Larjus. I would never tease all of you guys~ *cough*(Wait until the cryde moments happen)*cough* ;)

Keep reviewing guys~