For the person who was confused about why Kenny was scared about dying, here's the reason: One, it's traumatic for him, two, no one remembers his deaths, right? So if Craig HAD killed him, he would have thought Kenny might have escaped, forcing more "punishments" onto Kenny. You might be thinking, "then why would he still be scared, he'll be free." Well, that's where you're wrong. In this story, Craig will stop at basically nothing in order to have Kenny. He'll keep trying to take him each time, forcing Kenny to stay with him. Since Kenny is born as an entirely new person, he wouldn't have any evidence Craig had been doing these things to him anyway. So either way he'd be stuck. Kenny doesn't want to go through all of that trouble just for temporary freedom.
It was just after their "activities", Kenny silently crying as he lay next to Craig, who was sleeping soundly. Tweek was still there, only in his boxers, smoking a cigarette in the corner of the room on the floor. It was silent in the room, aside from the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional cough from Tweek or sniffle from Kenny.
Soon, Tweek spoke up, his voice laced with the same venom with every word he spoke, although this time, laced with an almost saccharine tone.
"Are you crying?" He asked, a simple question, really, but Kenny couldn't help but instinctively wipe his face and speak croakily, "No. I'm just tired." Another sniffle. There was a silence before Tweek stood, strolling over to Kenny and stopping right in front of him where the bed lay.
Tweek ran his fingers idly through Kenny's golden locks, curling a blonde strand betwixt his index and middle finger. "You don't have to lie to me. It's because of this, isn't it? Or maybe it's because of me?" He questioned, kneeling down to where he was level with Kenny's pale, gaunt face.
Kenny couldn't help the tears falling down his cheeks this time, feeling ashamed. Ashamed he was even here. Embarrassed that this is what he was used for. Tweek let out a low hum, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand and placing it in the ashtray on the nightstand.
"You know… I never actually hated you. I mean, the only reason I beat up on you was because I was scared you'd tell everyone I was a fag. I kinda realised I was into you around that time anyway. I'm more into brunettes but you as a blonde kinda made me feel all fuzzy and jittery inside." He sighed and continued to play with Kenny's hair, wiping away his tears at times.
"What about you? What did you think of me?" he asked, his voice sounding strained. Kenny didn't know what to think at this point. He didn't want to say he hated him, which wasn't exactly the truth but wasn't a lie either, but he was afraid Tweek would be livid. He didn't want to say he liked him, because who knew where that would get him. 'I don't know' was out of the question, Tweek would probably prod at him until he broke.
"What? Am I that bad?" He joked, his voice soft, signifying his anticipation. Instead of answering, Kenny stayed silent, staring into Tweek's emerald green eyes. So this time, Tweek stood up, sighing, and walked back over to his original spot on the floor. He continued to stare at Kenny, almost as if it were going to get an answer out of him.
Kenny did eventually get up, sauntering over to where the other blonde was and sitting down beside him, leaving about a foot or two of space between them. For a minute, he felt really calm, unnaturally even. Just sitting here in the silence of the room despite the fact that he was quite literally being held captive and used.
He stared at the clock on the wall, the time reading 7:30ish. Tweek had been here for nearly three hours now, and Kenny was surprised he didn't just leave. He got what he wanted, didn't he? He had used Kenny up and was done, so why didn't he leave?
"Why are you still here?" he asked, a lot snappier than he thought he would say it, showing his normal attitude towards most. Before this, with his friends, he was sarcastic and oftentimes sardonic. Obviously, satirism and sardonism was just his way of releasing much of the anger he had built up from his abusive home life, but he did have a softer side.
Interrupting Kenny's thoughts, Tweek spoke to answer, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips at the sassiness. "Why do you ask?"
"I ask because I want to know why you wont leave after you've used me up. You already got what you wanted, didnt you? Got your works?" He hissed, curling in on himself involuntarily.
Tweek blinked a little at the cruelty that Kenny had in his voice, finding this unusual considering that just a few minutes ago he was tame and docile. Then again, he was always like that when he felt vulnerable. He always gave up. But now, he wasn't afraid anymore.
"Well, I didn't really get everything I wanted, you know. I mean, hell, the only reason why I actually came here was because I was jealous that Craig got you all to himself." Kenny was surprised at this, considering Tweek was always known to be Craig's best friend since 4th grade. They had been known to tell each other when exactly they were jealous, not feeling afraid to do so because of their strong bond, but now it was different. He had a feeling that Tweek had not yet told him about this.
"Jealous? Really? That's rich, Tweek, really rich." Kenny spit back derisively, crossing his bare arms over his unclad chest. Tweek gave a hollow chuckle, his smirk fading only slightly. "Yes, I know, It's kind of funny. Me being jealous," another brittle chuckle, "But I'm telling the truth. At first when he told me I was all like 'Whoa, he did what now?'- But then I realised that it meant I would be able to touch you like he did, like I always wanted to. I mean, I did today, but it felt kind of empty. You didn't like it, I know that, but he told you he would hurt you if you didn't pretend. He might have got off to it, but it just doesn't feel right to me. It makes me feel like a horrible person, despite my… background."
Kenny's eyes broadened a little at the extreme truthfulness he heard, not expecting anything more than a "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"That's… Oddly comforting. Hearing that." Kenny admitted, feeling a little more at ease and letting his shoulders drop from their tense state. Tweek apprehensively scooted closer to the other blonde, swallowing thickly before mustering up the courage to speak. Of course, he tried to lighten the mood, albeit a little forced, by giving out a quip question.
"Well, I told you all my secrets. What about yours?" Although he was joking, he somewhat genuinely wanted to know. He even gave a little chuckle for emphasis.
"Oh.. Well, what do you want to know about me anyway?" He glanced back at Tweek, catching those green eyes with his own for just a moment, making the silence of the room just a little more loud.
"I don't know, maybe just how life's going n shit, I guess." He shrugged, leaning against the wall now instead of slouching over himself. Kenny did the same, mimicking his action. Kenny didn't really want to talk about home, but he let Tweek spill his guts out, so it was only fair.
"I guess you want me to start with my parents, don't you? Well, as a lot of kids our age do, I hate them. Pretty surprising, ain't it? Well, this time, I actually have a reason unlike those kids. My dad hits me all the time, while my ma is too scared to do anything about it. They're alcohol induced and drugged 90% of the time we're home." he sighed, his voice quiet.
"And.. I don't want to be like them. Sometimes I feel like I DO act like them. Like when I want to hurt someone, or cuss someone out. I've done some… questionable things… And it makes me think I'm gonna end up exactly like them. Sometimes I want to do things to people that they would do. Like put them in the hospital, all because they did something small like say I was short or some shit. It's whatever." He mumbled, curling his knees up into his bare chest.
"Shit dude, and I thought my parents were bad," He chuckled almost uncomfortably, running his left hand through his punk-ish, hairsprayed, blonde hair.
"But… Are you like… Okay? I just- I still feel horrible. I just need to know how you're holding up with all of this." Tweek scooted even closer, enough to where their thighs were just barely touching, and after a moment, Kenny was surprised to feel the other blonde's long fingers interlock with his own scrawny little hand.
When Kenny didn't pull away, Tweek finally closed the gap between them, lifting the only slightly smaller male onto his lap. None of this was sexual, no, and Kenny knew this. He knew Tweek wanted to comfort him, and it felt… Unnatural. He hadn't before felt this sort of comfort from anyone without sexual intentions, and to have his very own bully made it all the more confusing for him. He settled in nonetheless, wrapping his arms around Tweek's neck and resting his head on his right shoulder.
"I don't know. I just want to go home. With Karen… With Kevin… I just want to see them again. And, God, I want to just see my friends again. I miss Stan the most. He was always the best to me. Eric, too," He felt his eyes start to water, and his face start to feel hot, "I don't want to be with Craig anymore! I hate it here, I hate him! I just-"
"Say that again." Craig. He was mad. He was really, really mad.
"Do it. Say it again." Kenny lifted his head, Tweek's hands still resting on the small of his back as he turned his head to look at the black haired male.
"I didn't mean that- I'm just really tired and I-"
"Shut up, whore, I don't want your damn excuses. And you, Tweek, let him go. I don't want you touching him." Craig got up, removing the white blankets from his tanned body and flounced over to the pair, snatching Kenny up by the wrist and heaving him up from his spot on the floor.
"Dude- What the hell, just leave him alone- He's had enough for the day-" Tweek complained, standing quickly and getting up into his friend's face.
"Did I fucking ask? He's my toy, alright? And I get to do what I want with him. I can use him up as much as I want, whenever I want, and it doesn't matter if he likes it or if he begs me to stop. I do. As. I. Please." He spat, shoving Kenny over to the bed as he muttered out apologies and prayers.
Tweek stood there, watching as the blonde was tormented and reaching out for him. Watching as even more of his innocence was surely stripped away. Watching as his best friend became more of a monster. He wanted to help, but he knew if he did, he would be gone by tomorrow.