Disclaimer: Hell Park belongs to Chickenstab and co, the cover belongs to Evilfeather, none of us own South Park.
The girls have taken the car after confirming that Pocket was very much gone and took the hour ride back to town while the boys were stuck with Tweek's teleportation. It was still very early in the morning, and they all had school still. They were tired and sore, and very much scared for their lives.
But who would believe them? Karen and Tricia were returned home safely by Christophe. Both girls were still stunned from the night before. Tricia tried to tell her parents, but they chalked it up to a nightmare. Token had a hefty bill to pay, but since the job wasn't technically done he can't get anything from Tweek.
Token's car was towed away and he was very much grounded with no phone or any electronics for a month for the destruction of his vehicle. The black goo was seen as an unidentifiable oil leak, and the damage to a lot of things being vandales and Token's car.
Even if lots of the damage was hard to reach or so large.
Craig stares into his locker's mirror, a tired face looking back at him. His parents blamed partying for his lack of sleep. They didn't even believe him when he said Jimmy was dead.
There was a search party for Jimmy, but knowing the residents of South Park, the search will only last a few weeks.
Even though it's only been around an hour or so since all the kids told their parents, they already gave up on trying to get everyone to believe them. Even though they had witnessed the battle of Manbearpig and Satan, and Jesus coming down from Heaven, time traveling farts and nazi zombies to say the least.
"Uh hey there." Tweek's human figure shows up in Craig's mirror. Craig glares at it and closes the locker. He starts to walk towards his next class with Tweek following him. "So– when do you plan on hunting down Pocket?"
Craig says nothing. Tweek frowns as they walk into the classroom. Throughout the day, Craig has been silent and Tweek has been trying to get him to talk. He wasn't even talking to his friends while they tried to speak with him. Tweek felt his annoyance grow. "You do– you do know we have a job to do?" He says to Craig's back, "Millions of lives are at stake!"
Silence.
Tweek growls in frustration. "Craig for fucks sake-" he grabs his shoulder. In a blink of an eye, Tweek is pinned to a locker with a hand gripping the front of his shirt. Craig looks to him with his dead, tired look. "I. Don't. Care." He practically spells out to Tweek.
Tweek just grints his teeth, "You will care when they come after you again!"
Craig gives him a slam into the lockers then lets go. He heads back to his walking to lunchtime. Tweek rubs the back of his head and goes back to following him. "Craig I'm serious! You don't want to die, right?"
"If there's somewhere to go after death, then why should I care."
"That's no excuse! Nnngh– Hell and Heaven aren't as great as you think! Heaven is overcrowded and is getting more difficult to join and Hell is awful for it's forever vacation that forces you to think!"
"And why would thinking be so bad?"
"Because you think of all your regrets! Your mistakes! They will amplify and never leave you alone!"
Craig justs hmphs as he opens the lunchroom door. Why does it have to be him? Can't Tweek annoying Token or Clyde? They actually give a damn, he didn't wanna be the leader to this charade. The two enter in and take a seat with Token and Clyde. Token seemed to scoot a little bit away from Tweek but Clyde was already talking to him.
"So when shall we start our hunt?" Clyde asks while he takes a gulp of milk.
"H-huh? You actually– you wanna jump into the mission?"
"Well yeah. I don't want to die just yet. I have so much I wanna do! Plus I don't want my dad to get hurt…"
"I'm more in the part of shoving Pocket back in his box," Token interjects, "Not helping those demons."
"Imps," Clyde corrects.
"Whatever. Even if they are victims now, they all tried to kill us in some form or another."
"Yeah that lady sucked my life force." Said Clyde.
Tweek sighs, "To be blunt–I just want to get Thomas," Craig stiffens, "back from Pocket's mind fuck. But since Damian commanded me to help you guys get Pocket back, I don't have a choice."
Clyde looks down to his sad chicken nuggets, "We definitely need the mole to keep helping us. He does have that sweet chain."
"Well any item of holiness or blessed with holy water can work on any demon. The chain was blessed." Tweek explains as his eyes watch Craig.
Craig was just staring at his tray. A tray of mostly random pieces of fruits and vegetables.
"So we need to raid a church of all their items?" Token jokes.
"Yeah." Tweek simply says.
"Oh."
"I don't think Father Maxi will appreciate that." Clyde says while he noms on a nugget.
"What choices do we have? Besides, I doubt Chirstophe has enough for all of us." Tweek says.
"All of us?" Token tilts a brow, "You expect the others to help?
"The more the merrier! Nnngh– we could totally confuse and overwhelm Pocket!"
"Isn't he, like, one of the strongest demons ever though?"
"You have a point," Tweek groans.
The boys grow silent. A screech of a chair makes the boys jump in their seats. Craig has gotten up and thrown away his tray.
"Craig? Not gonna eat?" Token asks.
"Not hungry." He walks out of the cafeteria.
Tweek watches him.
Craig watches as his history teacher drones on and on about the spice trades. He could barely stand it. His eyes were growing heavier and heavier. Soon he finds himself drifting to dreamland.
He was lying on a field of grass. A luscious, green field of soft blades. He hears a happy giggle.
"Thanks for taking me here, Craig. I haven't felt this at peace in a long while."
His lips moved, but the words didn't come out.
"We should do this more often." Thomas stands up and smiles down at Craig.
Craig smiles back. Thomas lends a hand, which Craig graciously takes. He's pulled to his feet. The world distorts around him, and Thomas' mouth opens to let his blood drip to their feet. Craig watches the drops and looks back up. Thomas's jaw was gone, a giant hole blown through the top of his head.
His tongue wiggles, trying to speak. Only gurgles and wheezes. The bright sunny sky darkens with clouds as Craig feels his legs be grabbed and dragged to the ground. The figure of Gregory towers over him, his skin purple and green with holes and bites all over his body.
He feels the claws ripping into his skin and pulling his limbs. He should scream, but he forgot how to. He lost his arms, his legs, his lungs, his heart. He was nothing but a head. Fingers shove their way into his eye sockets, but the claws retreat with a horrible squeal.
Flames shoot out from all around him, licking towards the parting sky. The clouds split, a silhouette seemingly diving down towards him with their arm stretched out. He feels his head lift up and
BONK
"YOUCH!"
Craig clutches his forehead. Tweek rubs his forehead as well. Craig glares at the blond, "What were you doing."
"C-checking to make sure you were ok! Nnngh that's smarts!" He keeps rubbing his forehead.
Craig looks down to see a blanket wrapped around his waist. He was still in his outdoors clothes. He hears the squeaky sound of his guinea pig's running wheel and the soft hum of his air conditioner. He was in his room.
"I was just in school. Why am I here."
"I took your butt home!"
"... You teleported me back?"
"No! I couldn't do that with all those people watching! I had– I had to carry you home!"
Now a few scenarios came to mind. Did Tweek drag his unconscious self through the street? He doesn't seem to have drag marks so no to that. Maybe he was thrown over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes, or over both shoulders like a sheep.
Or… He carried him in his arms in what was that called… bridal style? Or he was given a piggy back ride?
Craig's face heats up, but he smacks his cheeks lightly to pull himself out of it. "Whatever." He answers and gets up.
"What are you doing? You should be sleeping!" Tweek gets off the bed.
"And just what were you doing in my bed." He opens his closet and starts to rummage around.
"Making sure you were ok!"
"Sure." He pulls out a box and takes a seat at his desk.
"What else would I be doing– ghghghff!"
"I dunno. Rape me?"
"WHAT!?"
Craig opens the box and pulls out a little baggie and a paper.
Tweek watches intensely. "Wha– what are you doing?"
"Making myself a joint. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"You're too young for that!"
He sprinkles some grass into the paper, "Does it look like I care? Besides you're a demon, shouldn't the devil's lettuce be your favorite snack?"
"IMP! I'M AN IMP!"
Craig licks the paper.
"And no!"
Craig puts the joint to his lips and lights it up. He takes a small drag and blows towards Tweek's direction, Tweek getting a faceful of smoke and some smoke coming out the holes on Craig's bottom lip. Tweek pitifully coughs. "Craig! You can't smoke that!" He pulls his hair.
"You're from hell, why should you care."
"NNNNGGGGGH!" Tweek smacks the joint out of Craig's hand.
"Hey!"
"It's bad for you! It will make your brain stupider!" He stomps on the offending object.
"You just ruined a perfectly good joint!" Craig yells.
"I don't care! You're only eighteen! Nngh!"
"You don't know how old I am!"
"You're still in high school I'm sure of that!"
"You owe me a brand new joint!"
"I do not!"
Craig tackles him and throws in a punch. Tweek yelps and swings back. The two kicking and punching and trying to make cheap shots. They knock objects and knick knacks off their spots in their scuffle.
The door to Craig's room swings open.
"Can you two keep it down?" Tricia snaps, "We don't need to listen to you bang each other."
Both stop their punches and snap their heads toward Tricia. "I am not gay!" Craig immediately yells.
"I hate this guy!" Tweek also yells.
"Whatever." She eyerolls.
Craig flips up his infamous middle finger. Tricia simply flips him off back as she leaves.
The two sit where they are, both bruised up and cut from their brawl.
"You owe me a new joint"
"Shut up."
The two go quiet. Craig felt some spit dribble out the bottom of his lip. He feels around and notices his snake bites were removed.
"They were gross," Tweek grumbles, not looking Craig's way, "I had to clean them or they would get infected."
"How do you-"
"Gregory has earrings."
Does he? He never noticed.
"So I learned how to clean them properly since he seemed to always forget." His green eyes shift to Craig, "I may not be the brightest but I know how to take care of others at least to an acceptable degree."
Craig hasn't heard Tweek like this before. He was so… Solemn. No yells, no sounds, no hair pulling. Just… Tweek.
Craig gets up and spots a knocked over cup with his snake bites still in it, but the saline was all over the carpet. He picks them up, shakes them to dry and reinserts them to his lip. He felt a tad lopsided. He feels his ears. One gauge in the left ear, no gauge in the right.
"Here." Tweek holds up the missing gauge. Craig stares at the piece of plastic and takes it. Craig mumbles a thanks. He reinserts it and sits back on the bed.
Tweek gets up and starts picking up knocked over objects, replacing them where they go. Craig finds himself staring into the air.
"You don't have to keep holding onto that tough act, you know."
"I have to."
"You don't."
"Why should you even care."
Tweek sighs and resets a book, "Because I do care. Why do you think I'm here?"
"To kill me."
Tweek seats himself at Craig's desk. "No. Like I've been saying since near the beginning, I don't want to harm you guys."
"Say that to Jimmy."
"I didn't kill Jimmy!" His twitches for a moment but he composes himself. "You want the truth? Fine! I answered your guys' stupid ass questions out of boredom and decided I was gonna scare you."
"Scared you have made me"
"Uh… I just… I don't know," Tweek sighs and rubs the back of his neck. "I just wanted to look big and tough, scary to somebody with intent to kill. But then I realized… I failed."
Craig frowns at him, but doesn't press.
The two sit in simple silence. Craig looks to Stripe's cage and sighs. He gets up and takes her out.
"Huh?"
"Have you ever seen a guinea pig before?"
"Uh… No?"
Craig sits down back on the bed and pats the spot next to him. Tweek complies and sits down next to him. Craig sets Stripe on Tweek's lap. Tweek freezes. The fuzzy little potato was staring at him.
"Pet her." Craig simply says.
Tweek gulps and carefully rubs his finger on the small creature's head. The guinea pig makes it's little squeaks. Tweek feels a smile softly lift on his face as he pets the little thing.
Craig watches him curiously. He's never seen him this calm. Well he's known him for around forty eight hours now, but he feels like he was stuck with this psycho for years.
The two just sit in a more comfortable silence, petting Stripe and giving her treats. Craig let's out a yawn. "You should really go back to sleep," Tweek orders, "You've ran like, a hundred miles the other day."
"I already slept, you're not my mom."
Tweek makes a pout. "Craig."
Craig eyerolls, "Alright alright."
The next day, Tweek and Craig walk to the bus stop side by side. They meet up with Token and Clyde, who are both practically cheering that the two finally got along to some extent.
Though Craig will never forgive Tweek for the crushed blunt. The day goes on uneventfully up until lunchtime. The four sit together and again formulate a plan on what to do with Pocket. This time Craig was adding his ideas.
So they were going to the church after school after collecting Stan and friends and getting as many holy items they would get. Probably candlesticks and crosses mostly. And then they were going to scour the town for a lead on Pocket and the imps.
Then the next day, they will all go to the lead and kick Pocket's ass and get him back in the damn box. Tweek had grabbed the box overnight and shoved it in Craig's already cramped closet, ready for the ambush.
Tweek goes quiet, listening to the three boys speak. He smiles to himself. He didn't think he would end up liking these boys this much but he was enjoying them tremendously. Thomas would be so happy to see him and Craig getting along…
His eyes wander from the boys and lazy about the cafeteria. His eyes scan the four girls who were joined by other girls, all gossiping and blabbing probably about everything. His eyes land on Stan's group. He notices a fifth member has joined them.
He had a very stupid haircut, and he was quite small compared to the rest of the boys. But what was most peculiar was a scar that went from his left eyebrow down to his cheek. Kenny was just talking away with this boy, practically ignoring the others to the annoyance of Cartman.
His aura was just so pure and practically glowing. Just like Pip's. Though Pip's essence has grown more darker over the past years. He was still kind, but he was more passive aggressive and cruel.
How come he hasn't seen this boy before?
"Earth to Tweek," Token's fingers snap in front of Tweek's face.
"H-huh?" Tweek turns back to the group.
"Whatcha starin' at, dude?" Clyde asks.
"U-uh who's that?" He points to the boy next to Kenny.
"Oh that's Butters," Clyde says as he takes a bite out of his taco, "He's a friend of those guys and a target for most bullies. Like, he's very gullible. You thought Pip was gullible, this guy is at the same level. Actually I think they were like, best friends at a time."
Tweek tilts his head. Has Pip ever mentioned this boy?
"He was grounded again so he hasn't been to lunch recently." Token adds.
"Grounded?"
"His parents are assholes," Craig says, "They ground him for the smallest of things."
"He forgot his Sunday vest at a sleepover once and his parent's grounded him for a week." Clyde takes another bite, "His parents will call every period to see if he's at his desk doing his work and if he's grounded, they force the school to keep him out of lunch."
Tweek squeaks, "That's awful!"
Craig shrugs, "That's not even the worst of it. Like, his dad was cheating on his mom with guys so she tried to drown Butters and then kill herself."
Tweek's eyes were as wide as saucers. He looks to Butters, "Is that– Is that why he has that scar?"
"Nah that was Kenny's doing?" Token says.
"WHAT!?"
"We were playing superheroes or something and he threw, like, a real ninja star in Butters' eye. He took superheroes waaaaaay too seriously. But hey, now Butters has a sweet scar." Clyde finishes his burger.
Tweek gets up and immediately starts walking towards Butters. "Hey Tweek wait– Ugh great." Craig gets up and hurries after him.
Token and Clyde silently watch them then to each other. "Do you think the two seem a bit more… I dunno, chummy?" Token asks.
"Yeah, like really fast. They are kinda acting like they've known each other for years."
The two smile evilly at each other. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Hell yeah, dude."
Tweek makes it up to Butters and gulps, "Ex– excuse me!"
Butters turns to him. Baby blue eye and clouded grey look to him. Butters smiles widely at him, "Well hi there! You must be the new kid! I'm Leopald Stotch, but everyone just calls me Butters."
Cartman and the other two start glaring at Tweek, while Kenny was giving him a total death glare.
Tweek pulls at the collar of his shirt, "I-I have heard. I am Tweek Tweak!
"... Your last name is Tweak." Craig says.
"Yeah– didn't I tell you?"
"No."
"That doesn't matter– Butters!"
The small boy tilts his head. "Yes?"
"Don't try to steal his soul, you fag." Cartman spat, "I still have use for him."
"Cartman no." Kyle hisses.
"I have– er, I had learned about your troubleness."
Butters just keeps giving him the confused puppy look.
"And I just want to say–" He grabs him by the shoulders, "I know how it feels– Will you be my friend!?"
Butters just stares at him for a moment, before a large smile breaks across his face. "Ok!"
Tweek gives a sigh of relief. Craig sighs. They were gonna have to hang with these guys for the day, were they? Oh well. They needed to share the plans with them anyways. So this was a good excuse.
"Now hold on a second," Kenny interjects, "What do you plan on doing with my Bunny?" He hugs the boy from behind, making Butters squeak.
Tweek blinks and twitches, "Just trying to make friends, man– gah!"
Craig clears his throat, "We also need to talk to you guys."
"Shoot," Kyle says.
"We have a plan–"
The lights go out.
"Ah shit not again." Stan grumbles.
Tweek looks at the intercoms. Pip wasn't going to yell into them again was he– PIP! That could be Pip!
A portion of the ceiling exploding seemed to answer his question. No it was not Pip. It was Gregory.
Everyone stares at the man who just fell from the ceiling. Black gooey tendrils begin to leak from his arms, back and mouth. Quickly Craig grabs Tweek and runs back to their friends, who had gotten up just as fast as they got to them.
"We don't have any holiness!" Clyde cries.
"We need to head to the church now!" Token orders.
"B-but we haven't told– nngh! Kyle and others the plan!" Tweek pulls at his hair.
"What plan?" The other boys have followed Craig and Tweek over. Kyle tilts a questionable brow at them.
"No time so here's the blurbs: Demons, holy shit, stabby stabby, Pocket, go to church." Craig adlibs, "Now let's go."
"What about Bebe and the girls!?" Clyde looks around frantically. The tendrils have grabbed some students and painted the cafeteria with their blood.
"No time!" Craig snaps and the group quickly run out of the lunchroom. Butters was yelling questions on what the hell was going on. Kenny and Tweek quickly tell him everything that has happened as they run.
Butters was feeling more and more lost, and it didn't help that he kept stumbling. Tendrils burst through the doors behind them and grab Butters.
They all make it through the front doors and run down the parking lot, with the panic and chaos the group didn't seem to notice Butters disappearance. "Ah shit! I forgot I don't have a car!" Token cries.
"If we took the time to find my Bebe and her friends we would have a car to escape in!" Clyde yells at Token.
"We have no time!" Tweek's human guise drops. He spreads his wings widely, almost hitting Cartman. "One of us has to make it to the church at least. You guys just run!" He flaps his wings hard and launches into the air. He does a dive, "Craig! Arms!"
"Huh?" Craig raised his arms and grabbed into the air. Craig watches as the earth under him starts to grow smaller and smaller. Ah fuck the pain. Tweek wings powerfully flap as he searches for the church.
Craig was too focused on his hands being on fire. "Tweek! TWEEK! Stop burning my hands!"
"What!? What are you talking about– Hghghhfff!"
"You're hurting my hands you ass!"
"No I'm not! I'm not doing anything! Now tell me where the fucking church is!"
"Down that way!" Craig points with one of his dangling feetsies.
Tendrils explode from the windows of the school. Screams and cries are heard.
"Oh my god we got to help them!" Clyde cries.
"And be stuck just like them? Nuh-uh!" Cartman snaps.
"Dude people are dying in there!" Token says.
"Cartman, what about your own girlfriend!?" Kyle also snaps.
"Screw her, she can fend for herself!" Cartman books it out of the parking lot.
Kyle face palms while Stan just sighs. Kenny runs up to the school, "I'll be back!"
"Huh?" Kyle grabs Kenny, "Kenny no! This is suicide! We need a plan!"
Kenny brushes off his hands, "I know. But Butters is in there!" He goes back towards the building.
"Kenny!" Kyle yells.
"Don't follow me!" Kenny yells back as he makes it into the school.
"What the hell is he doing!?" Clyde was now pulling his own hair.
Kenny bobs and weaves through the tendrils. His hand brushes against one and it sticks to the goo. He violently yanks it off, the tendril trying to grab at him. He hurries back down to the cafeteria and feels his stomach drop.
Bodies of dead children from ages thirteen to nineteen littered the eating area. Many others are screaming for help. He spots the possessed Gregory standing at the other end of the room with Butters being swung around. The poor boy was crying and was trying to scream.
Kenny felt his heart sink. He takes a deep breath and clutches his fists. This was fucking stupid. But he was going to try. He charges at Gregory with a raised fist. He swings once he's near, clocking the hellspawn in the face. This distraction was enough to loosen the tendrils. Butters drops to the ground.
"Leopald, run!"
Butters scrambles to his feet as Kenny tackles the other Gregory to the ground. Making the tendrils retreat to said blond. Kenny begins to pummel the man as hard as he could before the tendrils grab him. He bites at one and it seems to squeal in sheer pain.
He could hear the hurrying footsteps of the other students who weren't killed yet. More tendrils wrapped around him and began to squeeze him hard. He feels the air squished out of him, and none coming back in.
He wheezes a laugh and says, "I've had worse," before his body makes a loud crunch and crack. He goes limp. The tendrils grab at his limbs and start tearing him to pieces.