Mr. Tweak?
Yup, the door opened to reveal the twitchy Mr. Tweak.
The Tweaks are nice people but they seem really sad most of the time and when they were asked why they were so sad, they tell people that they don't understand why they're so sad.
"G...GAH! Who are you?!", he asked me.
Huh. He reminds me of Creek in a weird way so I respond to him in my normal tone (which is a slight monotone).
"I'm Claire Broflovski and the fat kid here is my brother Abraham."
Ignoring my brother's glare, I smile at the twitching adult and asked,
"Is it okay if I asked you 2 questions?"
"NGH...! What are they?
I look back at Creek. Huh, they look kind of similar...
Also, Creek's chullo has been wriggling the whole time. Has that always happened and I didn't know? Who knows...
I turn back to Mr. Tweak.
"Did you have any kids?"
Mr. Tweak looked surprised.
"What? GAH! I CAN'T HANDLE KIDS!"
Huh. That's weird; if the Tweaks didn't have a kid, why does Mr. Tweak remind me so much of Creek?
"Okay, did anyone tell you that someone in your life has died?"
"No? I don't think so?"
A normal person would think that he was lying.
An intelligent person, however, knows better than that.
I am that intelligent person.
Mr. Tweak snapped me back into reality.
"Why are you, a...a-asking these questions anyway?"
"Oh, my friend told me that I can find out who her parents are if I went to the green house that's all."
I didn't need to look at Creek to know that she's panicking so I say,
"Anyway, I have to be going home now. Bye, Mr. Tweak!"
Before he could say another word, I was running over to Creek while holding Kyman's tiny fat hand.
"COME ON! LET'S GO, CREEK!"
(Tweek's Point Of View)
WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?
As I was freaking out, Craig came downstairs.
"What's wrong, babe?" Craig came over and patted my head, instantly calming my nerves a little.
"GAH! These kids came over a-and asked me if we have kids!"
"Who asked you that?"
"Uh, they said they were the Broflovski kids."
"Okay, did they ask anything else?"
"They asked if someone in our life has died, I think?"
"We're going to go interrogate them tomorrow morning, ok honey?", he patted my head again. He usually just puts his chullo on it but we lost it 9 years ago, along with my favorite sweater. Craig gave it to me, as our 1-year anniversary gift.
"O-okay..."
(Little did they know that they wouldn't be able to interrogate Crenny until a lot later in this story.)
(BACK TO CRENNY! WHICH IS NOT A THING!)
Creek as I predicted, was panicking so when I was in my room, I kicked Kyman out of there, sat beside her and began to try to calm her down.
Creek told me that a good way to help with panic attacks is to say a math problem but first I have to get Creek to breathe.
"Ok, breathe in for 4 seconds."
I heard a noise of breathing in from the body beside me.
"Hold that breath for 7 seconds."
I saw Creek holding her breath.
"Let that breath out for 8 seconds."
She released that breath.
We repeated that same pattern for a while until I randomly asked,
"What's the square root of 69?"
"It's pi times gay to the power of rainbows."
I started laughing my ass off. After 5 minutes of Creek trying to calm me down, I stop laughing.
"No, that's not the answer."
"What's the answer then?"
"It has a decimal." The answer is actually 8.30662386292 but no way was I telling Creek that.
"Okay.", her monotone still killing Lisa Frank unicorns.
