"Who the fuck is 'Tweek'?"

Kenny didn't know what to make of the other. He stood in front of him, about a foot between them, his eyes searching his face. What did he mean who was Tweek? Or more important than that, what the Hell had happened to him? Kenny, being cursed himself, found he could often feel a kind of vibe from other people. It could help him figure out if they would be a threat later on or not. From the person in front of him, someone he remembered clearly had always given out a gentle aura, he felt something he never had before.

It was as though Tweek's energy had been dipped in thick, black tar. His goodness was still inside of him, but something, something evil, had warped it.

The more Kenny thought, the more distressed he grew. He hadn't thought about Tweek in years. In fact, he could remember the last time he had. It had been when- His eyes shot wide as a memory unlocked in his mind, causing him to gasp out loud.

Across from him, Imp glared, baring his teeth in irritation. "Who are you and what do you want?" he hissed, bringing Kenny back.

"Ah... Sorry, I must have... just mistaken you for someone I knew..." Stooping down, Kenny scooped up the supplies scattered around his feet and straightened. "I'm Kenny McCormick. You must be... Craig's friend."

Imp rolled his eyes at the word, but nodded and crossed his arms. "I guess you could call it that."

Down the hall, the door opened, and Craig returned, having heard the commotion. He was relieved to see Kenny and not some teacher who had chosen to work late. Making his way down the steps, he moved to Imp's side, his hand twitching slightly as though to grab the other's, though it dropped back to his side a moment later.

"Kenny," he greed softly. "This is... well, Tricia calls him Misty, I call him Imp. He's uh... he's an imp."

"Yeah, so I can guess from the name," Kenny hummed, his confusion only growing. Why didn't Craig call Tweek by his name? Why were the two acting as though they didn't know one another? Scanning over his newly revived memory, his face screwed up with worry as the realization hit him: Craig didn't know who Tweek was. Tweek didn't know who he was. No one did. No one but him.

Imp huffed in annoyance, cracking his neck and joints before allowing his disguise to burn away, showing off his Hellish form. He watched Kenny's face, and was irritated when he didn't look frightened. What kind of imp couldn't at least scare someone? What bullshit. He turned away, walking from the pair to continue his investigation, his hooves clacking against the ground as his tail twitched in agitation.

When he was a good distance off, Kenny turned his full attention to Craig, who was watching Imp. "What the fuck is going on, Tucker?" he demanded.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Craig went over everything that had happened over the last few days, though he left out a few details, starting with Imp's summoning and ending with his conversation with Jesus. He chose to omit the fact that Imp had killed the group in the church, worried Kenny wouldn't want to help them if he knew the truth.

"He told me to take him around and introduce him to things. That he's from South Park..." His gaze drifted back to the other, watching Imp press his face against the glass of a display case. "But I don't know who he is. He said I need to be careful who I introduce him too, that someone might remember what happened to him, and it was likely something bad."

Oh, God. Craig had no idea. But Kenny did, he knew, but in that moment, he realized it was better not to say. To tell Craig what had happened to Tw-Imp, would not end well. He wasn't Tweek now, and he couldn't afford to slip up and let Craig figure out he knew more than he let on.

"I'm sorry, Craig," he said sincerely. "I don't have any answers for you, but I'm willing to help however I can. All of my services are at your disposal, and until this is solved, I'll let you use them at your digression. Just don't get stupid and take advantage of my kindness."

Craig was shocked that Kenny had believed him so easily but not for the first time he remembered the insanity of South Park, and figured that Kenny had probably experienced far more intense shit than this before.

"Thanks, dude." They shook hands, then turned their attention to Imp. "Hey, Imp?" he called, getting his attention. He had been looking through a window into one of the classrooms. "Let's take a walk."

The three set off around the dark and empty building. Normally, Craig would have found it vaguely unsettling, but once you had a creature of Hell with you at all times, things like abandoned buildings lost their spark.

"Are you looking for some specific here?" Kenny asked.

"No, just wandering," Craig admitted. "I figured walking around gives us the best chance of Imp seeing something he recognizes if we cover everything rather than trying to narrow it down."

"Fair enough, but like, why is here so important?"

"Kenny, we spent practically every day of our childhood here," Craig said, getting annoyed with the line of questioning. "There's a higher chance of him getting a memory or something from here over pretty much anywhere else."

Imp wasn't listening to their conversation, instead more interested in peeking into every room and trying to read the posters on the wall. Most were stupid, and the ones that weren't were dumb. You say its the same thing? Touche, but Imp didn't care. He had shitty posters to make fun of to himself.

When they realized the school was a bust, they left, Craig feeling disappointed. He had really hoped the school would be a helpful trigger. He didn't know what else he could possibly do to help Imp get his memories back. As Kenny locked the school back up, they moved off. At least they could get a nice coffee. Maybe a muffin, too.

Moving through the dark, cold streets of the town, Craig sighed heavily, his breath puffing into the air and floating away. "Sorry, Imp," he said.

Imp blinked, looking over at him, his human form returning. "For what?"

"For this day being a total failure."

"Jeez, man, it's literally been one day," he said, quirking an eyebrow. "Do you always give up this easy?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you cheery?" He bumped his shoulder against the other's. "Relax. It's not that big of a deal. Maybe when I was a human child I just didn't give a shit about school."

Craig sighed. "Very possible. Likely, even. I don't know a lot of kids who did love school, especially one as shitty as ours."

"Anyway," Imp hummed, "there was talk of coffee?"

This got a laugh out of Craig and he shook his head. "Yeah, we're heading to the coffee shop. God, am I going to have to stage an intervention for you? This love you have for a beverage is getting to be kind of much."

"Oh, shut up," he huffed. "You live in Hell for who knows how long without anything then suddenly have access to delicious things and tell me you wouldn't also go overboard."

"I wouldn't."

"Bullshit, you can't prove that."

Craig grinned. "Nope. So I guess you'll just have to trust me."

Imp glared back, but a small smile was on his lips. "I guess so."

They got to the cafe and Craig yawned. "Wait out here, I don't think they need you trying to go around the counter to drink all their stock." Though he pouted, Imp did as he said, waiting by the door as Craig went inside.

The warmth of the shop washed over him, and he sighed in delight. As a bonus to the inside being warm, it also smelled delicious. "Good evening, Mr. Tweak, Mrs. Tweak," he greeted as he approached the counter.

"Craig," Mr. Tweak said with a smile. "It's been a long while. How are you doing? We heard about that terrible business at the church. Everything alright?"

"Yeah, nothing to worry about," he assured as Mrs. Tweak moved to the pastries.

"The usual, honey?"

"Yeah, but could I get a second muffin, and a large black coffee too?"

"Of course." Mrs. Tweak got his items as Mr. Tweak rang them up.

"Working late?" he asked as he accepted Craig's money.

"No, I'm heading to bed, but I have a new friend spending the night who loves coffee and is dying to try your stuff. I figured I could throw in the bonus of one of Mrs. Tweak's delicious muffins," Craig chuckled.

"Awe, thank you, honey," Mrs. Tweak said, giggling with girlish delight. She was known for being very proud of her baking skill.

Taking his change and his purchases, Craig wished them goodnight, then went outside.

Imp looked over excitedly, moving closer to him and into the light.

Inside the shop, Mrs. Tweak watched Craig leave fondly. She had always wanted a child, but it had never happened, business had just gotten in the way. Unfortunate, but it happened. As such, she had always viewed the children of the town sort of as her own. For whatever reason, Craig in particular had a special place in her heart.

The shift of another person outside the window caught her attention and she looked over. It must have been the friend Craig had mentioned. They came into the light, and Mrs. Tweak's entire body went cold.

"T... T..." That boy... That boy, she knew him... right? Her mind struggled to call forth the memories.

Mr. Tweak, noticing her stiffness, moved over to her side. "Helen? What's wrong?" he asked.

"T-That... Tweek... o-our son... my baby..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. Mr. Tweak blinked, then paled.

"What are you talking about? We don't have any children-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!" Mrs. Tweak whipped around to her husband, her eyes blazing with rage. "THAT'S MY BABY! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Before he could answer, she grabbed one of the coffee machines, yanking it off the counter to the ground with a crash.

"Helen! Stop, wait! You don't understand!" Mr. Tweak ducked, barely dodging a mug whipped at his head. "Helen!"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO OUR SON?!"

Outside, the two looked up in surprise at the sound. Craig pushed his coffee and pastry into Imp's hands. "Hold this, I'll be back," he said, then rushed back inside, Mrs. Tweak smashing everything she could get her hands on and screeching at the top of her lungs as her husband tried to avoid being injured and calm her.

As Craig approached, she picked up an empty coffee pot and attacked Richard. Craig, not knowing what else to do, threw himself between them. He was cracked over the head with the heavy glass pot, and he crumpled to the ground as it shattered, glass and blood falling around him.

The Tweaks paused, looking down at Craig in shock, Mr. Tweak shaking in fear, and Mrs. Tweak in anger.

Imp had watched the entire thing. He watched Craig get between the two. He watched Mrs. Tweak hit him. He watched Craig fall and not get up. And keep not getting up.

His arms fell to his sides, dropping everything onto the pavement. Imp wasn't sure what feeling was coming over him. It was unlike anything he had felt before. He wanted to cry and scream, to run to Craig. But more than anything, he wanted to hurt the people who had hurt Craig. His Craig.

His human form melted away, the snow around him turning to steam as fire erupted around him. He opened the door, moving inside.

The jingle above the door got the Tweaks to look over. Mrs. Tweak's face flashed through a series of emotions, as did Mr. Tweak's, but they were shocking different.

Sadness. Surprise. Joy.

Fear. Anger. Hate.

He didn't care. He didn't care what they thought, he didn't care what they were feeling. He wanted to make them hurt. He looked down at Craig as he moved closer. Craig wasn't moving. Why wasn't he moving? Why was he so still? That wasn't right.

His eyes flashed and turned molten red. These two... He lifted his head, looking back and forth between them.

They had killed Craig.

They had killed Craig.

They had killed his Craig.

"T-Tweek..."

The woman. She was daring to speak to him. To think she was allowed to say anything at all, least of all that same stupid name Kenny had said at him as well.

"How the fuck are you here?" The man spoke to him too. He sounded angry, like a dog trying to growl.

Oh, how he hated them.

"You killed Craig," he murmured. He knelt down, looking at Craig's face. It was cut up and bleeding heavily, his body still. He brushed his fingers through Craig's hair gently.

Inside his head, Imp was screaming. No, please, not Craig. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve any of this. He had only been trying to help him, how could this be Craig's fate? How was this fair?

The man moved. He dared to try and strike Imp as he thought and was near Craig.

Imp's tail lashed around Mr. Tweak's wrist tight and the man screamed in pain, the bone cracking and his skin burning from the heat of the Hell fire coursing through Imp's body. He stood slowly, looking over at him. Mr. Tweak was glaring at him hatefully, struggling to free himself.

"I was having a moment," Imp said softly.

"I don't give a fuck what you're doing!" he spat. "Get out of my store, you fucking demon! You shouldn't be here! You're dead! You're-!" He choked, Imp's hand gripped around his throat tightly.

"I am many things," he whispered. "But what I am right now?" His claws dug into Mr. Tweak's neck, and he ripped it away, tearing open his esophagus. Mrs. Tweak, who had been frozen in shock, screamed as Mr. Tweak collapsed to the ground, gagging and gurgling as his blood flooded his lungs, drowning him.

The noise reminded Imp of her presence. He turned around to face her, flicking his wrist, splattering blood across the floor.

"You are the one who hit him... it's your fault he's dead. Your fault..." He started towards her, and she backed away, trembling.

"N-No, no, it w-was an accident! I didn't mean to hit him, I'm sorry-" She screamed again, this time in pain as Imp grabbed her hair in his fist, lifting her up, her feet dangling off the ground. Her hands grabbed Imp's arm, and she screamed for a third time, her hands burning from touching him.

"You killed my Craig..." He lifted his other hand, looking at his claws for a moment, then at Mrs. Tweak. He paused for a second, then dug his claws into her stomach. He tuned out her noise, his hearing going fuzzy. He focused on his work, wanting to make sure she felt this pain to the very depths of her core. He pushed his hand into her and grabbed her soul, ripping it from her body.

When it was in his hand, she was dead, and he dropped her worthless corpse, shoving it on top of the still dying Mr. Tweak.

"Such a light color," Imp murmured to himself, examining the light grey ball of energy in his hands. She hadn't lived a clean life, but... according to her soul, she had been a good person.

He didn't care. He didn't have to agree. That wasn't his job, it was just to get souls. She was dead now, and that was what he had wanted. He released her soul, watching it vanish into the sky. He looked back over at Mr. Tweak, watching the light in his eyes go out. He reached out and grabbed the soul that came out before it could go off.

As he had thought, it was nearly pitch black. A disgusting man. He let it go again, feeling the deepest of satisfaction as it was sucked into the depths.

The pair taken care of, Imp's legs shook, and he collapsed to the ground beside Craig. Tears filled his eyes, and he put a shaking hand on Craig's forehead.

"O-Oh... Oh, God... Craig... Please..." he whimpered. He pulled Craig into his lap, hugging him to his chest and sniffing. His wings shuttered, opening fully to envelope Craig, his tail limp on the floor.

He wiped at the blood on Craig's face, trying to clean it but only succeeding in smearing it across his skin. Imp's breathing grew erratic, and he began to weep heavily, laying over Craig's chest, his heart broken.

Craig... He had been so reluctant to admit to his growing feelings for the pastor, but now... now it was too late. The other was gone, and he'd never have the chance again. All the time they had spent together, everything they had done, the feelings they had danced around had been rendered meaningless in seconds.

Now he had nothing left.


Kenny hadn't stopped thinking about Imp since they had parted ways. How could he have forgotten what he saw all those years ago? How could he have forgotten a friend? He felt sick from the sudden rush of recalled memories that had slammed his brain. So long had passed... was that why Imp didn't remember them either?

Impossible to say at the moment. He was heading for home, walking down the dark street, lost in thought when he heard the screams. Racing towards the origin, Kenny skidded around the corner, seeing the coffee shop before him. He stopped, watching in horror as Imp brutally reaped the souls of the Tweaks, sickness turning in his stomach.

Oh, no. Of all the people Imp had to run into... but what had happened to cause this? Imp hadn't been violent in anyway before, so-

He watched as Imp collapsed and pulled a motionless being into his arms. When he spotted Craig's face, covered in blood and eyes closed, he burst into a sprint, charging to the shop and slamming open the door. Imp didn't look up, didn't react in any noticeable way to Kenny's arrival.

Kenny's heart was pounding, and he felt it's every beat in his throat. The whole place smelled like blood and death. Swallowing hard, he took a shaking breath and spoke. "Hey... Imp?"

The other's head shot up and Kenny stepped back with wide eyes. Imp's face was twisted with pain and rage, his eyes red with Hell fire. He growled and barred his teeth at Kenny, his fangs returning to defend Craig's body.

"I-Imp, it's okay," he finally managed to get out, putting up his hands to show he had nothing with him, and beginning to take a small step towards him again. "I'm going to come a little closer no-"

He was interrupted by a blinding pain shooting through his leg, and he fell back to assess his wound. In less time than it took him to blink, Imp had slashed his shin and up his thigh, leaving three deep gauges. Kenny forced down a scream and looked back at the other, finding Imp glaring at him hatefully, a set of massive wings now wrapped protectively around Craig.

"Don't you come near us," Imp spat. "Craig's life was taken from me. I won't lose his body next."

"I-I'm not going to take him from you," Kenny assured as quickly as he could without tripping on his words. "I just want to see if I can help. Tell me what happened in here."

"They attacked him. They killed him. So I killed them."

"Are you sure he's dead? He could just be hurt and in need of medical attention. Please, Imp, let me just check. We might still be able to save him!"

"How do I know I can trust you!?"

"You don't!" Kenny allowed his desperation to seep into his voice, wanting him to understand he had no hidden motive. "Please, I just want to try and save him!"

Imp watched him silently for a while, and as Kenny began to fear Imp would for sure send him away or murder him, he retracted one wing, allowing Kenny to see Craig's pale face.

"One wrong move, and I claim your soul as well."

He nodded weakly, then limped closer. His leg was on fire, even the smallest amount of pressure sending waves of agony through him. Once close enough, he dropped down beside them and leaned in to take in Craig's condition.

The pastor's face was caked in blood, he was pale, but he seemed to still be breathing. Kenny moved a bit closer, tilting his head to the side to listen. He was finally able to pick up the sound of shallow breaths.

"He's alive," he informed Imp, looking up. "We have to get him to a hospital."

"A-Alive... He's alive..." Imp began to shake, tears welling in his eyes as they faded back to normal. "What do we do?"

"Get me my phone. I'll call an ambulance."


Help arrived quickly and the three were taken to Hell's Pass Hospital. Kenny fabricated a story to answer their questions, insisting they leave Imp alone, that he was in shock and not able to answer. Imp had refused to let go of Craig either, and the three were put in the back, Craig laying on a stretcher, Imp at his side. Kenny was on one of the benches, his lacerated leg stretched out next to him, an EMT working on getting the bleeding to stop. As they pulled away from the shop, Kenny heard police sirens approaching. He'd have to come back later for sure.

Upon arrival, Imp was finally separated from Craig and the other was taken off quickly by nurses. Kenny brushed off the nurses wanting to take him back as well, feeling it would be a very, very bad idea to leave Imp alone. Instead he simply asked for a brace and bandages, wrapping his leg and putting the brace on. Still painful, but at least he wasn't losing as much blood with every step, and he could somewhat walk now.

He sat Imp down on a chair in the waiting room, then called Thomas to inform him of the situation. Finally, he let himself fall back into a chair at Imp's side, glancing over at him.

"Thomas and Tricia will be here in a few minutes," he said softly. Imp gave no response, and he sighed, leaning back to rest his head against the wall. "He's going to be fine, Imp. The doctors will make sure of it."

"...okay..."

"I take it Tucker wasn't fully honest with me then, when he was telling me how you met and all. Would I be correct in guessing that it was you who's responsible for all those dead people in the church?"

"...yeah."

"I see. He should have just told me... But I can guess why he didn't." Kenny ran a hand down his face, then sat back up. "Once they get here, I have to go do something. Will you be okay?"

"...Will Craig really live?"

"No question."

"Then I'll be fine."

Kenny huffed, then pushed himself to his feet with a grunt. "Alright. Good."

"Kenny!" The pair looked over at the sound of Tricia's voice. She and Thomas were coming through the door, Thomas looking ill, Tricia on the verge of tears. She ran to them, grabbing Kenny's arm. "What happened?! Where's Craig, is he okay?!"

"He's fine, don't panic," he said, giving her a small smile. "Things just... got a bit crazy."

"Misty! What were you guys even doing out!?" Tricia yelled, turning her attention to the other.

"Craig... was showing me around," he answered lowly.

"In the middle of the night?! It's like two in the morning!"

"Tricia," Kenny said, moving between her and Imp. "It's not his fault. Craig wanted to show him some places is all, and some are easier to go to at night when it's empty."

"Don't you start, Kenny!" she snapped, her fear turning to anger. "Tell me what happened! Right now!"

"He asked me to meet up with them," he said coolly. "We stopped for coffee. The Tweaks got in a fight, Craig and I were collateral damage." He paused before adding, "I think they killed each other." Tricia stepped back to her father, hugging herself and biting her lip. Thomas put a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you for calling me, Kenny," he murmured. "Do you know what the situation is with him?"

"I think they're just cleaning him up and making sure his injuries aren't as bad as they look."

Thomas nodded and took a seat, returning to his silence. Tricia hesitated, then sat beside Imp, biting her lip awkwardly.

"I have to go, but I'll see you guys later," Kenny said, giving a small wave.

"Wh- But you're hurt too!" Tricia protested.

"I know, but it's not like I can afford to get treatment anyway," he said lightly, giving her a lopsided grin. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, I always am."

"Right... fine. You better be," she huffed. "Karen will get mad." Kenny laughed lightly, and finally took off, leaving the three to wait.


After making his escape, he returned to the cafe. It was swarming with confused police as they tried to figure out what had happened. A crowd had gathered, watching and chattering to one another as the bodies of the Tweaks were brought out under sheets. Kenny frowned as he watched, looking for his opportunity. He needed to snatch the security camera footage that would expose Imp. That was really the last problem they needed right now on top of everything else.

He was a good distance from the scene, watching from the shadow of an alleyways. His leg was really going to make this much more difficult, but he didn't have a choice.

With no small amount of pain, he pulled himself up to the fire escape a few feet above hi,, using the metal stairs to get to the roof, moving to the edge. He was just close enough, he should be able to make the jump... thank fuck the U-Stor-It had expanded another line of storage rooms up against the cafe's property. Would be a big help.

Bracing himself, Kenny leapt, crossing the gap between the two businesses and landing safely on the cafe roof. It took all of his willpower not to scream in pain as his leg felt like it was being ripped from his body. He bit down on his lip to stop any noise until he tasted blood. Holy shit, holy shit, it hurt, holy shit.

Forcing his breathing back under his control, Kenny crawled over to the access hatch, pulling it up and looking down into the darkness of the backroom. It looked like none of the police had gone back yet, having so much to investigate in the front.

He moved as quickly as he could, climbing down into the storage area. It was filled with bags of coffee beans and other coffee paraphernalia, the smell somewhat overwhelming.

Tweek... used to work in here... Kenny slapped himself a few times lightly to force the thoughts away. He didn't have time to think on depressing truths at the moment, he had work to do. Get in, get his shit, get out.

It didn't take long to locate the office, and he slipped inside, shutting the door behind him quietly. There was a desk in front of him, four monitors sitting on its top, showing Kenny the police outside. He turned away from them, not wanting to see the mess. He focused on his search, wanting to find- there.

Reaching out, he picked up the hard-drive the monitors were connected to, their feeds recorded inside. Not knowing how long he had, Kenny skipped disconnecting the wires in favor of cutting the device free. With it tucked under his arm, he made his way back to the hatch. It was harder going up than coming down, but somehow he managed.

Once he was safely on the roof, he closed the hatch and locked it, just in case. He let himself have a moment, laying on his back and staring up at the stars, waiting for his heart to calm and the pain to recede.

He wasn't going to last with his body like this.

Rolling over, he pushed himself onto his feet, making his way slowly back to the edge of the roof. He couldn't let anyone find this... As he struggled to think of an answer, a possible solution arose.

His body and whatever he had always vanished when he died. Would it work for this too? Impossible to say, and a huge risk to take, but he didn't have much of a choice, he was in too much pain to think of another plan.

His fate for the night chosen, Kenny hugged the drive to his chest, and let himself fall into the dark below. Before the world turned to nothing, he made a note to himself to come back and check. Then everything was gone.