You Ruined Everything

I had a weird dream last night that gave me the idea for this story. Make of that what you will. There's going to be quite a few different shippings in this one. So look forward to that.

Chapter 1 – Tweek

It was Monday when it happened. Everything seemed to be going wrong for Tweek. His alarm clock had broken, so he didn't wake up until he was already late for school. And because he was late for school, Tweek didn't think to take his morning medications or drink his coffee. He also didn't grab his lunch, heck, he barely remembered to grab his back pack. When he finally got to school twenty minutes through first period, he was close to tears.

At fourteen years old, one would think Tweek would have gotten past his twitches and quirks and such. But if anything they had only gotten worse over the years. Tweek felt like nothing helped on his bad days, not even his fake boyfriend, Craig. His anxieties were growing and had nearly poured over as he sat down next to Craig.

Trying to ignore the teacher's harsh words about being late again, and everyone's stares, Tweek opened his notebook and hid his face in it. He didn't want everyone to see how close he was to just breaking down and crying from frustration. The teacher turned her attention back to teaching, and Tweek started to shake. He startled a bit as he felt Craig suddenly touch his arm.

"Hey, are you ok?" he whispered.

Instead of answering, Tweek turned his wide, tear stained eyes on him. Craig understood immediately. He stood up and went to the teacher and muttered something to her. Then he walked back to Tweek, gently took his hand, and led him out of the room. Tweek didn't object as Craig guided him down the hallway, near to the cafeteria, and then outside.

There was a little area that the middle school kids often hung out outside near the cafeteria. This was where Craig and Tweek often liked to go when life got to be too much for Tweek. Craig sat down and Tweek immediately sat down next to him and leaned into him.

Ever since they had started pretend dating, the two of them had grown very close. Craig could keep Tweek's anxieties and fears down, while Tweek could get Craig to open up more. They had also become quite affectionate towards one another. They didn't know how it happened, they just kissed one day, and now whenever Tweek needed comfort Craig would hold him in his arms and kiss him deeply. Craig insisted it wasn't love. Tweek knew it was.

Craig gently took Tweek in his arms and kissed him. Tweek kissed him back.

"What happened today?" Craig asked when he pulled back.

Tweek sighed and shuddered. "Gah! I d-don't know!" he stammered, "My alarm c-clock wasn't working, a-and I f-forgot to take my meds. A-and those bullies threatened to b-beat me up a-after school again."

Craig frowned. "You really shouldn't let those guys pick on you," he advised him, "They know you're afraid of them." He felt Tweek shudder in his arms.

"I am afraid of them," he murmured, "Th-they hurt me because I'm d-dating you." He paused to let out a violent twitch. "A-and if I t-try to retaliate they threaten to kill me."

"I'm sorry, Tweek," Craig muttered, "I wish I could do something about it."

"Yeah," Tweek sighed, "But they always attack me when you're not around, because they know you could take all of them."

Smirking, Craig buried his face into Tweek's neck. Tweek felt his anxieties fading as he felt Craig's warm lips against his neck. Why couldn't it always be like this? Why did he have to worry about school, and getting up on time? It would be so much simpler to just lay there with Craig as long as he wanted and tell him he loved him.

Tweek had confessed his love for Craig to him before. But the dark-haired boy either took it as a joke, or simply ignored it, as Craig had never said it back. It would have bothered Tweek more if Craig wasn't constantly kissing him.

Tweek felt himself starting to drift off in Craig's arms when suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of first period and startling him back to consciousness. Sighing, both he and Craig stood up and Craig pulled him into a tight hug.

"Feeling any better?" Craig asked softly.

"I think so," Tweek replied, taking a shuddering breath.

Craig led him back inside, taking them to their next class. Tweek was glad he had most of his classes with Craig. There were only two periods he didn't share with him, and that was a math class, which wasn't so bad, and lunch, which was horrible. If Tweek wasn't quick enough to get to the cafeteria from his previous class, he would be ambushed by a group of bullies who would take him outside and beat him up. Then he would spend the rest of the day beaten and bruised, and he wouldn't get to eat lunch.

And because that was the kind of day he was having today, Tweek had managed to get his hand on the cafeteria door when many strong hands suddenly and violently yanked him away.

"N-NO!" Tweek cried out, "P-please no!" He didn't get to say anything more as a hand cupped over his mouth to prevent him from speaking. He tried to struggle away as the group of five bullies dragged him outside. He was dumped into one of the darkened allies around the school and the bullies surrounded him.

"Thought you were going to get off easy today, huh, freak?" sneered the leader of the bullies, a cruel boy named Jackson, "I bet you thought your faggy boyfriend would protect you? Well, we'll show you how wrong you are!"

"P-Please leave me a-alone," Tweek begged in a pathetic voice, "I'm already h-having a bad day. I-I didn't even pack my lunch today or take my m-medications!"

"I would leave you alone," Jackson said in fake sympathy, "But I'm having a shitty day myself. And I have to take it out on someone, so it might as well be you."

Tweek curled into a ball on the ground and squeezed his eyes shut. "Please," he whispered, "Don't…"

He didn't get to say anything more as a foot connected with his stomach. He let out a gasp of pain as the group descended on him, kicking, and punching, and clawing. The only thing Tweek could do was try to cover his face as best as he could. He suddenly felt Jackson crouch down next to him, and his hands were forcefully pulled away from his face. Jackson grabbed him so he was forced to look at him.

"You fucking fag," Jackson snarled, "I hate you so much. What gives you the right to go around displaying your unnatural behavior for everyone to see? I've seen you making out with your fag of a boyfriend. As soon as we can figure out how to ambush him, he's going down too."

Tweek couldn't bear the thought of Craig being attacked by these horrible teens. It wasn't his fault Tweek was in love with him, or that those Asian girls had drawn pictures of them, or the town had basically forced them into dating, or any of it! It made Tweek sick to his stomach just imagining the bullies surrounding Craig and attacking him with the same amount of hostility they showed him.

His thoughts were interrupted when seemingly out of nowhere, Jackson leaned down and bit Tweek harshly on the neck. Tweek gasped with surprise and pain, and Jackson cupped a hand on his mouth to keep him quiet. The bully nodded at his buds, who nodded back. They all knelt down beside Tweek and kept him pinned down.

Jackson smirked, then moved himself so that he was sitting on Tweek, his legs on either side of him, as Tweek stared up at him, horrified. He started to tremble as Jackson leaned over him, giving him his nastiest of smiles.

"Get ready, fag," he hissed, "This'll make you go wild."

Before Tweek could wonder what that meant, Jackson leaned down and covered his mouth with his own. Tweek's eyes widened, and he let out a silent gasp as Jackson thrusted his hips against his own. Jackson took that moment to slip his tongue into his mouth, and Tweek could feel him getting hard. He shuddered beneath his tormentor.

"Oh God," Jackson breathed into his mouth, "Oh God, yes." He shifted his lips to Tweek's neck, and moved his hand to cover his mouth. He gave Tweek another harsh bite, which made him flinch. "You're making me so hard right now," the bully muttered against his neck.

Just when Tweek thought he couldn't take much more, Jackson sat up, sighing with content. "Man, that felt good," he breathed. He grinned menacingly down at Tweek. "And it's going to feel even better when we take it further tomorrow," he promised. Tweek shuddered as Jackson leaned down over him again. "This is what you get for being a fag," he warned, "I'm going to fuck you. And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."

Finally, Jackson got off of Tweek and he and his group went back inside. As soon as the door closed, Tweek gasped, taking in all the air he hadn't been able to breathe during his ordeal. He curled up on his side and started sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't want to get raped. He didn't want to get hurt. Why did these things have to happen to him? Why couldn't Jackson just leave him alone?

Breathing hard, Tweek suddenly heard movement and looked down the alley near where the dumpsters were. He was quite surprised to see Clyde leaning against one, staring at him and casually smoking a cigarette. Tweek blinked. Had he been standing there the whole time? No, he couldn't have, then he would have helped him, right?

"Clyde," Tweek whispered. It was hard for him to speak right now. "Please, help me!"

Tweek felt fear start to rise in him as Clyde continued to stare at him. Had he not heard him? Did he not see how much pain he was in? He knew he wasn't Clyde's favorite person, but Clyde was Craig's best friend. Surly that counted for something?

"Please, Clyde!" Tweek begged, trying to raise his voice, "I need help! I-I can't move on my own!"

Finally, Clyde dropped his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. Then he walked over to Tweek and knelt down beside him. But instead of helping him up, he leaned down to speak softly into his ear.

"It'll be over soon," he murmured, "I won't let you ruin us anymore."

Tweek suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and he gasped. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he blacked out.

…

When Tweek came to, he felt sore all over. Cringing, he opened his eyes and realized he was in the nurse's office, and that Craig was sitting in a chair next to his bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt Craig wrap his arms gently around him.

"Oh thank God," Craig breathed, "You're awake. You were so still I thought you'd bit the dust."

"I feel like it," Tweek muttered, leaning into Craig's arms.

"What happened?" he asked, "I found you outside near the dumpsters unconscious."

"Jackson and his gang attacked me," Tweek explained, "They dragged me outside and beat me up until I blacked out." He decided not to include the part about Jackson grinding against him, or threatening to rape him. And he knew he could never tell him that Clyde had watched the whole thing without helping him. Maybe he had just imagined that part and had actually blacked out earlier. At least, that's what Tweek was going to tell himself.

"I'm so sorry, Tweek," Craig whispered, pressing the smaller boy closer, "I'm going to talk to the advisor tomorrow about having my lunch changed to the same time as yours."

"Are you sure?" Tweek wondered, "That means you would have to give up the independent guitar studies." Craig had taken up learning the guitar, and (in order to get mostly free lessons) took one of the independent study hall blocks that was at the same time Tweek went to lunch. It was the only time the school offered them, so if Craig switched to Tweek's lunch, he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. And Tweek knew Craig loved to play the guitar. It was one of the very few things that could calm Craig's nerves.

"I don't care," Craig murmured, "Anything to keep you safe from those guys. I won't let them hurt you anymore."

Tweek felt his fears starting to melt away. It would be nice knowing he didn't have to fear lunch time every day anymore. And maybe he would no longer have to fear being raped by Jackson.

"Besides," Craig continued, "Clyde has his lunch in that block, and I'm sure he would be glad that we can all finally sit together."

Tweek felt his heart sink. He didn't have the nerve to tell him that he ate alone at lunch and Clyde went out of his way to avoid him. He didn't know why Clyde disliked him so much. Tweek had tried to be friendly towards him, even when Craig wasn't around. But as soon as Craig was no longer there, Clyde would ignore Tweek and act like he didn't exist. It made Tweek worry that perhaps he had done something wrong; to accidentally offend him in some way. He couldn't think of what though.

His thoughts were interrupted when Craig suddenly and gently kissed him. Tweek melted into his kiss, and he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pulling him in closer. They kissed for a few moments before pulling out of it.

"I love you," Tweek told Craig.

Craig gently touched his forehead to Tweek's. "I know," he whispered.

…

For the rest of the day Tweek's life was relatively normal. After school he went with Craig, Clyde, Token, and Jimmy to Craig's house so they could play video games. Last summer the gang had all chipped in to buy a Wii U and several video games, including Super Smash Bros. Craig would've bought them himself, but ever since his father committed suicide two years ago, his family didn't have a lot of extra money, especially since they were still on welfare. Craig kept insisting that they didn't have to keep splitting costs with him, but they were persistent.

Tweek didn't often play with the gang. He preferred to just sit next to Craig and watch them play instead. As they played SSB, with Craig playing Lucario, Clyde playing Falco, Token playing Bowser, and Jimmy playing Samus, and Jimmy massacring everyone, Tweek gently leaned against Craig. As the night wore on, the others started heading home, first Jimmy, then Token, then Clyde. Craig waited until Clyde had left before turning to Tweek and wrapping the smaller boy in his arms.

Craig didn't hesitate to pull Tweek into him and start kissing him deeply. Tweek sighed a little, feeling like after the kind of day he had he just wanted Craig to kiss him forever. He tipped his head back slightly as Craig started kissing his neck, letting him kiss as much of it as he wanted.

"God, I thought they would never leave," Craig muttered into Tweek's neck.

"You were waiting for this, huh?" Tweek asked, giggling a little.

"I just wanted to cheer you up after having a horrible day," Craig explained, "Are you staying the night?"

"I really wish I could," Tweek sighed, "But I have a ton of homework I need to catch up on. I don't want tomorrow to be anything like today."

Craig sighed, releasing him. "Fine," he mumbled, "But at least stay for dinner. It's always so awkward now that it's just my mom, my sister, and me."

Tweek recalled how devastated Craig had been when, seemingly out of nowhere, his father had taken his own life. He had left a note for his family explaining that he just couldn't deal with the weight of the world anymore. And then he had sent a bullet through his own head. Though he never said it out loud, Tweek knew Craig felt he was somehow responsible for his father committing suicide. He remembered holding Craig when he had found out about his father's death. It was one of the only times he had ever seen Craig cry. Ever since then, the family had been struggling to get by, which is why Craig's friends always offered to split the cost on practically everything. Tweek knew he didn't want their pity, but at the same time he knew he was grateful deep down.

"Of course I'll stay," Tweek answered.

Mrs. Tucker always enjoyed having Tweek around. She knew the kind of positive effects he had on her son, and he knew she felt less lonely with another person in the house. She was always warning him that the moment the Tweaks least expected it she would steal their son away for herself. Sometimes Tweek felt like Mrs. Tucker treated him better and more respectfully than his own parents.

Tweek and Craig walked to the kitchen where Mrs. Tucker and Craig's sister were setting up dinner. It seemed Mrs. Tucker had anticipated Tweek staying, because she had already set up a place for him next to Craig. She smiled as they came in.

"Hello, Tweek," she greeted. Tweek smiled back.

"Hi, Mrs. Tucker," he replied, sitting down next to Craig.

"And how was your day?" she wondered.

It could've been a lot better, Tweek thought bitterly. But he didn't want to upset the woman, so he didn't say it out loud. "It was fine," he said instead.

"That's good dear," she said, smiling warmly. She turned to her son. "And how was your day, dear?"

"Eh," Craig answered nonchalantly.

Tweek smiled slightly at Craig's answer. It was nice to know that no matter how difficult life got for him, Craig would always act like he didn't care about any of it. To Tweek, it meant that he was coping.

When dinner was finished, Tweek said good-bye to the Tuckers, gave Craig a quick kiss, then started walking home. It was starting to grow quite dark out as winter set in, which meant it would start getting darker earlier. Tweek didn't like that. He always hated the dark, as anything could be hiding in it, and he wouldn't know until it pounced.

Because of how dark it was, Tweek didn't even notice the black car until it pulled up beside him and a man got out. "Are you Tweek?" the man asked.

Tweek stopped, remembering the time when he almost abducted in the fourth grade. He didn't turn to the man. "I-I don't think I should a-answer that," he murmured. He started to take a step forward, but stopped when he suddenly felt something press against his back. He felt his heart start to pound, and a tremor ran up his spine.

"Please don't make me shoot you," the man said calmly, "I have no problem with killing you right now. Come quietly, however, and I won't have to unload this gun into you."

Tweek felt terrified tears coming to his eyes, and he shut them, then took a shuddering breath. He slowly turned around to face the man. In the darkness he couldn't tell if he recognized him or not.

"Give me your cell phone," the man ordered. Trembling, Tweek reached into his bag and took out his cell phone and gave it to the man. The man immediately threw the phone onto the ground and smashed it. Tweek flinched.

"Get into the car," the man told him, "And don't you dare try to cry for help, because I will shoot you."

He walked over to the car and opened the door. Tweek quietly walked over and got in, tears burning his eyes. The man got in after him and shut the door. "Drive," he said to whoever was up front.

As the car started driving away the only thing Tweek could think of was how he would probably never be seen alive again.

As you can probably tell, this story is a lot darker than my other South Park stories. This is also only the second ever M rated story I've ever written.

Next chapter we're going to switch to a different kid. Each chapter is going to focus on someone different, and the chapter title is going to say who. Occasionally I might focus on two characters in one chapter, but for the most part it will be one per chapter. I also plan on making these chapters quite a bit longer than my other stories. Anyway, please leave a review!