One fine night, a blonde haired woman, who goes by the name Mrs. Madeline, had just arrived home from the hospital that day. She was holding and cradling her four day old daughter to sleep.

"Rockabye baby-" she softly sang.

As she sang, Mrs. Madeline heard the sound of the front door door being broken.

BAM!

Mrs. Madeline ran into the hallways to find that five dangerous looking baby killers had broken into their house.

"Honey, stay back and call 911. I'll fend off those bad guys long enough for the police to arrive!" Mr. Madeline reassured as he ran downstairs.

Mrs. Madeline hid in a closet along with her daughter. From inside, both of them could hear all of the commotion.

"What do you want?" the man demanded.

"Oh, we just came for the baby. We need her and we don't want her dead because then we won't get the chance to kill her ourselves. If you hand her over to us, you will get to live." the leader (also known as Hat McCullough) replied.

"Never!" Mr. Madeline refused.

"You asked for it." Hat warned.

CRUNCH! POW! CRASH! BLAM!

The group of baby killers had murdered Mr. Madeline and now they were scouting the house, looking for his daughter!

"Come out come out wherever you are! You will be dead just like your husband!" Hat spoke.

Mrs. Madeline could hear them coming closer and closing to her. She picked up her cellphone and dialled 911 (because she was too frightened to do so earlier).

"Hello, 911? I have a group of criminals that want to kidnap my baby and they just killed my husband. A group of baby murders, and Hat McCullough is one of them, are at my house and they just murdered by husband. Please report to 'blah blah blah' as soon as possible." Mrs. Madeline reported to the dispatcher.

"Okay ma'am, we'll be there as soon as possible." the dispatcher replied.

Mrs. Madeline put away her cellphone and continued to stay still in the closet. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer and then it happened, the baby killers had found her and along with her daughter.

"Hand over the baby!" Hat demanded.

"No!" Mrs. Madeline refused.

"Fine we'll have to do this the hard way!" Hat replied as he pulled out a gun.

BLAM!

Hat had just murdered Mrs. Madeline and one of his henchmen grabbed her baby.

"Boss, we've got the baby." said one of the baby killers.

"Good, now let's get out of here!" Hat replied.

The baby killers ran out of the house only to find that the police (and Craig was one of them) had arrived to arrest them.

"Freeze, you're all under arrest!" one of cops shouted.

The five baby killers tried to flee the scene but more cops came in and surrounded them.

"Come any closer and this baby is going to die because If I'm going to jail, I might as well kill my one last baby." Hat threatened.

The cops didn't listen (obviously), so the Hat threw the baby girl so he could kill her before he got arrested.

"Somebody do something!" one of the cops panicked.

Craig groaned (because none of his co-workers reacted upon first impression) and then dashed over to catch the baby girl. He tripped, slid on his stomach and caught the baby in his arms!

"Ouch, my stomach hurts..." Craig groaned as he got up with the baby in his arms.

"But hey, at least the baby is safe." one of his co-workers reassured as he handcuffed the baby killers.

"Aw come on, that isn't fair!" Hat bitched as he got shoved into the police car.


When Craig got back to the police station, he talked with his boss about what he should do with the baby.

"So Tucker, you can either send this baby to an orphanage or you could take care of her yourself." Yates suggested.

Craig had no clue what to do, neither of the two options that Yates suggested were acceptable for him. He didn't want to put the baby up for adoption because he didn't want her to end up in an abusive family but he didn't have to look after a second kid because of his busy work routine and his naughty nephew. Craig them examined the baby and an idea popped into his head.

"Fine, I'll put her up for adoption. I'll be back soon." Craig lied.

"Okay Tucker, but be quick." said Yates.

Craig got into his police car and drove off. Not to the orphanage but somebody else's house.


Tweek was just sleeping until he heard the doorbell ring. He groggily got out of bed to answer the door. At the door was none other than his friend, Craig, holding a baby girl in his arms.

"Craig... why are you here? It's... very late..." Tweek groaned.

"Yeah, sorry. You see, this girl's parents got murdered and I'm asking you to adopt her." Craig replied.

Upon hearing the word "adopt", Tweek immediately stopped being groggy and lost his shit.

"Gahhhhh! What?! You want me to adopt a kid?! Gah, that's too much pressure!" Tweek shrieked. "Out of all the people you could ask, why me?!"

"I didn't want to drop her off at an orphanage because I don't want her to end up in an abusive family but I couldn't adopt her myself because I already have a troublesome nephew that easily wears me out. I thought maybe you could adopt her because she kind of looks like you. I mean, she does has blonde hair and blue eyes like you." Craig apologized.

"Fine, I'll take her but give me parenting advice..." Tweek groaned.

"I'll give you parenting advice but I'll have to make it quick because I have to go back to work. Here's some advice: boost her self esteem, catch her being good, set limits, be consistent with your discipline, make time for her, be a good role model, make communication a priority, be flexible and willing to adjust your parenting style, show that your love is unconditional and know your own needs and limitations as a parent. I'll go into for detail tomorrow when I visit your shop for my morning coffee." Craig listed.

Tweek closed the door, put his new daughter in his bed with pillows blocking the edges and fell asleep on the couch. Tweek had trouble sleeping on the couch but he still managed to sleep through the night.

"Gah!" Tweek twitched.

The next morning, Craig explained in detail on parenting advice to Tweek. The cop had spent about an hour carefully explaining to his friend on parenting advice so he wouldn't have a mental breakdown.

"And last but not least, know your own needs and limitations as a parent. Face it, you're going to be an imperfect father just like I'm an imperfect uncle. You have your strengths and weaknesses like me. Recognize your abilities and vow to fix your weaknesses." Craig finished off. "Anyways, it's almost time for my shift."

Before Craig left Tweek's coffee shop, he stopped.

"Aren't you supposed to get going?" Tweek asked.

"I know. It's just, I want to let you know that I found her birth certificate, it says that her full name is Nora Madeline." Craig responded. "But since she's now your adopted daughter, I guess her new full name will be Nora Tweak."

"Nora? That's kind of cute." Tweek beamed.


About two weeks after the incident, Tweek had successfully adopted Nora and now he was officially her adoptive father. He took well care of her and ensured that she was healthy. Tweek also made sure that his parents wouldn't get their hands on her because he didn't want them to put little Nora through what he had been through when he was a kid.


A/N: I know the plot of this part is messed up but at least I feel more satisfied with this rewrite (the original was just awkward for me). I've also changed the name of Tweek's adopted daughter from Alicia to Nora because I have too many OC characters whose names start with the letter A.