The offer the Grand Wizard gave Craig was very simple: Steal back the Stick of Truth from the High Elf Kingdom and in turn his friend could return from banishment. A very loose adaptation/inspired by the fantasy lore and backstories the kids set up for themselves in Stick of Truth. (Cross-posted from AO3. Plot based story, but includes Creek and Style)

Tweek has been haunted by the grotesque form of his missing best friend since childhood. Perplexed by his vivid visions and growing bond with the mangled little ghost boy, he has searched for years to find the answer to one question: Who murdered Craig Tucker?

Winter in South Park leaves much to be desired. The ever-present cold and darkness has left Tweek in a rut. Craig, along with the rest of the student body, is trying to figure out who he is and what he wants out of life. Balancing school, part-time jobs, and social lives leave the kids wantonly struggling with their newfound freedoms.

Stan and Kyle had a pretty simple plan for college: Get the Hell Out of South Park. Their plan was successful, but not close to what Stan had expected. Now, he is graduating and hasn't spoken to his old friend in four years. Slash. Style.

A blanket can still be found out in the woods where they laid. It's nestled comfortably underneath the thick veil of bushes. It was their alter, where they discovered the warmth of a heaven all their own. Each other. Creek Smut.

"I hate you, so much." Craig taunts Tweek, triggering the start of a brutal, bloody, dangerous...prank battle. Game on.

What do you get when you take a love sick puppy and taunt him with all his wildest desires and heated nights of forbidden passion? Why, a monster, of course. At least that's what Tweek has come to believe after confessing his feelings to his taken best friend.

Life isn't very enjoyable when you're a cursed prince with no heart. However, every curse has its cure. Birthday fic for Lindsay. Creek.

Craig left for college, leaving Tweek alone in their empty apartment. Lonely and desperate, Tweek finds small comforts in the icy blue eyes of another. TWENNY, but Creek at heart.

Five piercings. Six tattoos. One spaz.

Craig is driving and finds something unusual lying in the grass. Tweek. Creeeeeeek, I love it so much.