Hey guys! I'm uploading this earlier than Friday, because tomorrow is Friday and I have to go to the dentist for some tooth stuff, and afterwards I plan on sleeping until Sunday. The plot is going by relatively slow, but it will pick up soon. So enjoy this early chapter. If you like it let me know; I love hearing feedback so please leave comments, criticism, suggestions, or reviews.
Five years later
South Park was a quiet, little mountain town in Colorado with a population of around 4,000. Mountain woods surrounded it on either side, giving it a nearly isolated feel. Oblivious citizens went about their daily lives here; they walked to the grocery store, greeted neighbors with smiles, and ignored the fantastical creatures that roamed the shadows and forest.
Tweek, however, could not ignore these creatures and in return they didn't ignore him. The dark, malicious ones clawed at him from shadows and clung to his pants legs when he walked by. He was tormented as a child by classmates due to his fear of these monsters, now he was old enough to ignore them. But while the boogies (dark creatures that lived in dark places, with pale white eyes and skeletal bodies) were mostly just terrible annoyances, all the creatures weren't bad, there was a positive side. Tweek had caught glimpses of shy ladies in the forest and ponds, with boughs of ivy and moss for hair that fell serenely over their pale brown faces. The nymphs would disappear if Tweek glanced at them too long, but he could hear their voices like wind rustling through silver bells. Other benevolent beings roamed the forest as well, some even making residence in South Park neighborhoods. In the forest there were earthy stallions with gleaming ivory horns, Tweek had once saw one on a school field trip. When the teacher gasped and pointed his heart had elevated, he thought she could see the unicorn as well. "Look, children! A deer!" She had exclaimed instead, causing Tweek's heart to sink. Tweek had also seen birds with golden wings, glittering foxes with multiple tails, small faeries that glowed like fireflies, and large black cats; to name a few.
In the streets of South Park vultures with human faces ate roadkill by the side of the road, black masses roamed the streets as 'wild dogs', and gnomes stole Tweek's underpants. Tweek had coined them the Underpants Gnomes, and they annoyed Tweek to no end, they were the reason for his first psychiatric visit when he was just nine years old and attempted to steal his underwear nearly every night.
No one ever believed him, so life continued on; everything was normal in a sense. Tweek didn't panic as much as before, he'd learned to hold most of it in as the years passed by. His visits to Dr. Madden had trickled to a stop. Despite Dr. Madden declaring him 'cured', Tweek never stopped believing in what he saw. The creatures weren't part of his imagination, they weren't delusions or hallucinations because they could touch Tweek, they could leave marks. One time an underpants gnome had bit a young Tweek who just wanted to keep his underwear, he still had tiny white marks. Not to mention the dozens of scratches that Boogies left on his exposed flesh.
A Monday morning, the weekend was pulled so rudely from Tweek. He slammed a pale hand onto his alarm clock before it even got to the second beep, he hadn't been asleep. He pulled himself from his warm bed, he shivered when the hardwood floor leeched every bit of warmth from his cold feet. He quickly hurried to the restroom where he relieved himself, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth. His hands wouldn't stop twitching, and several times he nearly threw his brush down in frustration. He sighed and moved on, his eyes finally meeting themselves in the mirror.
Tweek's pale skin only exacerbated the dark crescents underneath his eyes, making him look like a corpse fresh into the casket. He blinked at himself and shifted his eyes to examine his hair. He didn't particularly care about the blonde strands that stuck up in wild directions in an Einstein esc way, but he ran his long fingers through it anyways in an attempt to tame the unruly hair.
Tweek groaned anxiously and moved onto getting dressed. A simple button up green shirt and jeans; his fingers were shaking too bad, as usual, for him to correctly button the shirt. A five year old could've buttoned it better. His stomach was exposed in places, but Tweek just huffed and moved onto his jeans and shoes.
"Tweek, the bus is here!" Mr. Tweak called from downstairs. He'd be sitting in front of the TV idly reading the newspaper before they went to open the coffee shop.
It was only 6:45, the bus was early.
"I'm coming!" Tweek called back and hurriedly grabbed his backpack from his room.
He jostled down the carpeted stairs, nearly falling twice. At least his tumble would be cushioned.
"There's a basketball game tonight, are you going? Aren't your friends on the team, honey?" Mrs. Tweak's soft voice trailed to his ears as he reached the door. Mrs. Tweak's short, brown hair made her look young, but Tweek could see small hints of age that added to her soft motherly kindness. She came over and kissed Tweek on the cheek as he fidgeted with the doorknob. She had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach his sunken cheek, Tweek's body had decided to grow a lot during puberty.
"N-not today. I'm studying after school." Tweek muttered and gave her a weak smile. He swallowed down the lie, its acidic taste rolled down his throat like sludge. He would really be going into the woods with a non reputable person for the afternoon.
"Always working so hard." Mrs. Tweak smiled. "Well go on, we have to open the shop soon." She bid Tweek farewell as he left their house and climbed the steps of the yellow bus.
His house was one of the first stops, so many of the seats were empty. He took his regular spot in the middle, a hard seat with worn cushion. Words had been etched into the plasticy cloth with pens and pocket knives, and a bit of yellowed stuffing revealed itself, but Tweek sat here because most of the kids picked the front or the back. He would be alone. His fingers dug into the seat and fiddled with stay threads as the bus moved on.
One by one teenagers with glazed over eyes filed onto the bus to be whisked away to the high school. Tweek ignored most of them, and vice versa. The last stop rolled up and a group of four boarded the bus, it shifted under the newly added weight.
"Shut up, Kenny!" The largest one, Eric cartman, barked with irritation. "I could so beat you in a fight!"
"Sure, fatass." Kyle rolled his eyes and scowled.
"Hey, I could! You agree with me Stan!" They moved past Tweek and into the very back. Tweek avoided the urge to glance up as they passed.
"I have to go with Cartman on this one," Stan agreed causing Kenny and Kyle to protest, "Cartman could totally sit on Kenny until he passed out."
"AYE!"
Laughter filled the bus as it creaked and headed down the street.
Tweek had gone to school with these kids his whole life, but he wasn't close to them in any sense. He kept his eyes on the foggy window as the bus pulled up to the high school. It was late October and the school was festive with halloween decorations, mostly poorly drawn cut outs the student council has made; fallen leaves lay rotten and black around the base of trees adding to the effect. There was already snow in a thin layer of the roof and in the shadows, it seemed there was snow all year round.
South Park High had not been a high step up from the elementary school, after all the population was so small they didn't need a big high school. The two schools were nearly the same in every aspect, except the high school classrooms were more barren in a scholastic way. The classes were harder, the kids were bigger; hormones and emotions were wild and rampant.
The bus hissed to a stop, jolting Tweek forward.
"Everybody off!" The busdriver barked, her cranky voice rattling a few kids from their pseudo sleep.
Tweek breathed in the cold autumn air as he stepped off from the warm sanction, he quickly walked up to the shabby building, easily passing his fellow students on the way. He was one of the tallest kids in school and often slouched his shoulders in an attempt to hide the fact.
"Tweek, we're still on for after school, yeah?" A body squeezed in beside his once he entered the bustling hallway.
Tweek jumped away a little before realizing it was only Kenny McCormick. He looked the same as ever, tattered jeans and a orange parka with the hood pulled up. The whole outfit looked skater esc, Kenny's laid back attitude only added to the illusion. Kenmy didn't avoid Tweek lile most kids did, he didn't seem to mind Tweek being an outcast as he was often bullied for his financial status, but the harassment didn't seem to bother Kenny. Tweek partially wished he could be as nonchalant and carefree.
"I-I, yeah." Tweek swallowed, his eyes skimming around for Kenny's coterie of friends. Kyle and Stan wouldn't say anything rude or cause a scene, but Cartman…
"They went to math already." Kenny flashed Tweek a grin, his shaggy blonde hair hung out of his hoodie and nearly covered his eyes. "Catch you later."
Tweek watched him disappear into the crowd, he probably wouldn't see Kenny in class later. Kenny skipped a lot.
The day passed as usual, Mondays were never exciting. Morning classes were a pain as always, but Tweek manage to stay awake while the rest of the students stared ahead in a stupor, some were outright asleep on the small desks. Tweek was used to sleeping very little, and he drank an absurd amount of coffee. The downside to being the only student mentally there was that teachers would rather call on you than bother with the task of waking up other students.
Tweek stared out of the window during algebra, a lone boogie stood beside one of the trees on the school grounds. It stared back at Tweek with dead eyes.
"Tweek! I asked you a question!" The algebra teacher, Mrs. Collins barked.
This got the students heads up, their eyes darted to Tweek to enjoy the upcoming scene.
"I-I didn't hear it." Tweek admitted croakily, the words coming out choppily.
"Tweek was too busy staring at the monsters outside, Mrs. Collins!" One girl chirped with a malicious smile, Bebe, one of the popular girls. The class laughed and she flipped her curly blonde hair, her eyes looking around the classroom for approval. Tweek buried himself further into his plastic chair.
The teacher shook her head and continued with the lesson.
At lunch Tweek joined his usual table, only two people would usually sit with him. Token and Clyde didn't force him away like most other students would. They didn't invite him to parties or to hang out either, but Tweek didn't mind. Tweek pretended to ignore how no one ever joined their table whenever he was present.
"Hey Tweek." Token was the first to notice him take a seat.
Tweek grinned in response, but his mouth twitched making it look more like a grimace.
"We are going to destroy North End's ass today!" Clyde arrived with a tray and slammed his hands on the table, he was ecstatic at the upcoming basketball game, the first of the season. The whole school seemed to be a buzz. His football jacket wouldn't have given away his position on the basketball team.
North End, Tweek recognized that as the high school in a nearby town.
"Hell yeah!" Token high fived Clyde with a grin, over the years he'd only gotten more handsome, and somehow, more kind. He should've been surrounded by all his friends, Tweek had noticed more than a few angry looks come his way from the cheerleaders. "You better go Tweek, it's the first game of the year."
"I have plans." Tweek said in an apologetic way and opened his small carton of milk.
"Plans!" Clyde questioned him, his face soon transitioned into a sly grin. "Ahhh, I see."
"W-what?" Tweek couldn't stand that look, he pulled at his shirt.
"Is it a girl?" Clyde wiggled his eyebrows. "You guys gonna go up to Stark's Pond? Have a little-"
Token punched him in the shoulder, effectively shutting him up.
"Ouch!" Clyde rubbed his arm, his face scrunching up. "If I can't shoot tonight it's your fault."
"We'd be better off without you shooting." Token retorted wittily and took a large bite of his pepperoni and mushroom pizza.
Tweek stifled laughter as Clyde grumbled and bit into his hamburger.
"Hey, do you know who's moving into that house by Butter's?" Clyde asked through a mouthful of bread and meat.
Someone was moving in? That was usually a big deal in such a small town, but this was the first Tweek was hearing of it. Tweek abandoned his meal to pay attention.
"My dad said it's a family of… Four? I think." Token looked confused. "The Tuckers."
Clyde shrugged indifferently, "As long as it's not more PC college students. I can't take anymore late night keggers."
Tweek frowned, the Tuckers? A shiver went down his spine, it nearly felt like a long finger nail pulling at his skin and nerves. He whipped around, his eyes scanning the cafeteria. There wasn't anything unusual, no boogies were lurking behind him. Tweek turned back, trying to feel relieved, but that name left a feeling of dread sitting on his chest. Tucker.
The day passed by slowly after lunch. Tweek couldn't shake the feeling of dread burrowing itself into his chest, coiling up like a snake and wrapping itself around his lungs and heart.
Finally the bell rang and Tweek made his way to the back of the school. The mass of students headed to the front to wait for parents or buses.
The goths sat in their usual corner. Somehow their clothes looked more black today. Tweek tried to avoid looking at the boogies behind them, there were more skeletal creatures clad in the shadows of this group than Tweek cared to think about. Tweek exchanged a few words with them while he on waited Kenny.
Henrietta gawked at a few of the conformists passing by and blew smoke in their direction. Firkle laughed at this and followed in suite. Tweek wouldn't have minded hanging with them during lunch or after school, but he couldn't stand the smell of smoke. He looked sickly as he wafted the fumes away from him. How they all could stand it, he didn't understand. Maybe they all pretended to just so they could fit the role of 'goth'.
"D-do you guys know anything about the new family moving in?" Tweek asked on a dime. It's possible they overheard something from their parents.
"A new family?" Michael scoffed, flipping his curly raven hair out of his face. He looked up at Tweek with heavily lined eyes and a grade A scowl. "Probably more conformist scum, no one interesting ever moves to South Park."
"Y-you're probably right." Tweek breathed out and played with the hem of his shirt. "I hope so."
Michael scoffed, "The world is never going to change with more conformists." He ground his cigarette into the ground. "Look, there's your boyfriend, Twitchy." Michael didn't give him that nickname out of spite or hate, Tweek had the feeling Michael actually liked Tweek. Or at least didn't despise him.
Kenny walked up from the front of the school, but Tweek knew he hadn't been inside. He had skipped like Tweek expected.
The goths peered up at Kenny.
"Hey conformist." Pete spat with an apathetic voice.
"Goths," Kenny acknowledged them,"remind me how you shitheads don't have lung cancer yet. I could smell your fucking smoke from the front door." Kenny looked at Tweek and nodded his head towards the woods.
Tweek pushed away from the wall and sea of smoke and eyeliner to follow Kenny. He could feel the goths' eyes following him. Tweek never told them where he and Kenny went, he knew they were too apathetic to follow. They had spewed their theories, that Kenny would supply them with pills or weed and they'd get wasted; Henrietta had expressed more… sexual theories. Tweek had quickly shut her down.
Kenny whistled a tune, his hands shoved into his pockets.
Tweek fidgeted with the strap of his backpack as they wove down the familiar trail into the nearby woods.
They found their usual spot, a nice clove of trees by a small pond that was a fair ways into the woods. They had stuff stashed away in a cooler that Kenny pulled out of a small cave like cover.
As Kenny set up his junk, Tweek glanced around the forest. The sun was still up, but deep shadows housed boogies, and they were always more agitated in the forest. Tweek scratched at his arm and counted the pairs of glowing eyes he could see.
"Twelve… Thirteen…" Tweek whispered to himself as he unconsciously began to gnaw on his bottom lip. There were never this many out here, they were already creeping into Tweek and Kenny's little enclave. Tweek caught glimpses of ragged antlers and maws as they shifted between trees and bushes.
His breathing hitched when a hand landed on his shoulder. He yelped and jumped away, shuddering.
"Tweek, calm down. I have it set up." Kenny nodded toward the pond.
Tweek swallowed. Kenny looked forward to this every other week, Tweek didn't want to call it a day, but he knew something was wrong.
"A-are you sure we should do this today?" Tweek croaked out, blackness was swimming around his vision. "You aren't g-going to the basketball game with Kyle and them?" Tweek's eye began twitching, he reached up and rubbed it.
Kenny shook his head and walked over to his canvas. "Fuck that. I could just watch it for free on the local news channel." He sat down on the large rock he usually chose.
Tweek stumbled over to join him.
"I don't understand why you d-don't paint around anyone else." Tweek sighed and stood behind Kenny, his eyes never leaving the treeline.
"Cartman would never let up about how 'gay' painting is, and I don't think my dad would like that I paint." Kenny fingered through his brushes. "And you know how to help me."
Tweek had never been really into painting, his best finger paintings in kindergarten were more sporadic and messy than a Jackson Pollock, but Kenny insisted that Tweek's advice helped.
"I don't even paint." Tweek argued in his defense. He didn't mind being here with Kenny though, he enjoyed feeling normalish and Kenny wasn't bad company. If the boogies would leave then Tweek would almost feel completely normal.
"You see a lot." Kenny replied as he looked through his paints. "And I've seen your drawings, don't play dumb."
Tweek settled down next to Kenny and nervously jiggled his leg.
The "lesson" usually lasted for a couple of hours. Tweek would splurt out helpful tips every now and then, Kenny would play music on his phone and sing along to the filthy lyrics. The brushstrokes quickly stole away Tweek's attention, and he focused less on the looming shadows and more on the blues and greens of the pond in Kenny's painting. The treeline behind it was clear of monsters, the water was void of any lurking forms; Tweek stared at the painting half hoping when he looked up the forest would be the same. It wasn't, the writhing forms were still there. Their eyes glowed brighter and Tweek peered up at the sky.
"A-argh!" Tweek jumped up from the hard surface. "Look how dark it got!"
Kenny glanced up, he would have seen the sun nearly be below the horizon had a giant mountain not been in the way. The sky was navy blue with purples and black underlying like a fresh bruise.
"Time flies." Kenny muttered and started cleaning up his stuff.
Tweek heard a branch snapping and flipped around, the boogies were drawing closer to the pond.
"We have to leave, n-now!" Tweek grabbed at his hair and edged closer to the pond.
"I'm almost done cleaning, chill out." Kenny could sense the urgency in Tweek's voice and hurried along.
Just as Kenny was hiding the cooler a long mutilated scream drew out across the clearing. It sounded nearly human, but if a human's throat had been sliced up and mixed with a deer's, creating a horrible screeching that sent needles into Tweek's spine.
Even Kenny heard something, whether the scream had met his ears as a bear or mountain cats call, Tweek could only wonder. But Kenny's head instantly snapped up, his face pale.
The next long, drawn out scream was a response. It nearly sounded like a sentence, Tweek struggled to pick out the words. "... Time… Aldrig…"
Kenny rushed to Tweek and grabbed his arm, Tweek could see fear in his eyes, hidden behind the desire to remain calm. "Let's go." He pulled a shivering Tweek along.
The path back was shadowed by more than just the trunks of trees, Tweek could feel spindly fingers brushing against his shirt and hair. Kenny must've felt them too, he just believed them to be branches of clingy trees.
"They're c-closing in…" Tweek yelped to himself. He pulled his arm away from Kenny.
"Come on, we can watch the game at my house if you want." Kenny turned towards him, he shuddered as he glanced around the forest.
A low, guttural growl emanated from the darkness behind them as Tweek formulated a response.
"Fuck." Kenny hissed. "We have to run, that could be a bear."
Tweek knew better, he glanced behind him. A large form stood alone in the pathway. Legs covered in draping, dead moss that ended in hooves; a skeletal torso with a spine that twisted upwards like a deformed tree trunk; and a shadow face with cold, white eyes. It's mouth opened revealing yellow, sharp teeth with rust colored stains. It growled again.
"R-RUN!" Tweek screamed, the evident fear in his voice sparking something within Kenny, there was no hesitation as his feet hit the ground running.
Tweek followed Kenny, but despite his legs being longer he was having trouble keeping up. Kenny jumped over rocks and dodged branches like an Olympic athlete, leaving Tweek to stumble behind. The sound of hooves thudding onto the soft, crunchy snow covering the forest floor amplified.
Tweek's legs were throbbing from his sprint, he wouldn't last much longer and then Kenny would stop to help him.
Tweek's wild eyes glanced to the forest beside him, and without thinking he dove off the trail and tumbled down a hill, praying the beast would follow him. His prayers were answered, the pounding followed him down the steep slope leaving him in even more danger.
Tweek tried to maintain his footing, but his momentum carried him into a rock and he flipped over. Down and down and down. Tweek was nothing more than a mess of wild hair, bruises, and scratches by the time he came to a stop in a pile of wet leaves.
Somehow in his head he recognized Kenny faintly calling out for him, he must've just noticed Tweek was missing.
Tweek shakily stood up, his eyes glancing at the thick foliage surrounding him. He must've lost the monster in his tumble, that wasn't a boogie. It was another horrifying creature, a wendigo. He had shaken the monster, but he had also gotten himself lost. Tweek couldn't recognize anything around him, of course that could just be because of the failing light and his throbbing head.
The lighting seemed to have dropped several shades, the forest was a dark murky blue now and Tweek was completely turned around. A shaky hand reached for his pocket, his phone. He could call someone.
"O-oh no." Tweek violently patted all his pockets, searching desperately for any sign of the device. It must've tumbled out while we was falling, the sky was too dark to find it unless the screen lit up for some reason. "Kenny, please call."
Tweek could no longer hear Kenny's voice screaming his name; either Kenny had abandoned him or he had gone to find help. Tweek breathed out heavily, or something had caught him.
"Don't t-think like that!" Tweek chastised himself in a hiss, his fingers tugged at his shirt. He had to move on.
Tweek picked a direction and forged ahead, the dark tree trunks and eerie smell of earth surrounded him on all sides. He managed to keep his footing, but everytime he snapped a branch or muttered to himself the sound seemed to amplify around him, echoing out to alert unseen monsters of his presence. Monsters worse than boogies, Tweek thought with a rattly breath. Wendigos, wisps, kelpies, trolls… There was no other sounds at all asides from his clumsy steps and labored breathing, no owls, critters, or insects.
Up ahead a bright light flashed like an explosion, sending a surge of hope through Tweek's chest. It was too large to come from his tiny smartphone, but it could be a building or house. Tweek rushed to the light, his feet hitting roots and rocks, the branches thickened so quickly Tweek was scared the forest was trying to trap him inside.
Finally he burst out with a face full of pine needles and many more stinging scratches.
The light came from a small clearing about a hundred feet away, the trees in front of Tweek quickly thinned before they could touch the circle. Tweek stopped dead in his tracks. A scream building in his throat. All around the treeline ahead of him, and in the clearing, were dark masses. Boogies writhed in the shadows, their pale eyes gazed out into the forest every few seconds. The faint, familiar stench of rotting flesh carried in the breeze, wendigos. Chittering and clacking of teeth, trolls and gnomes. The only monster Tweek knew that wasn't here was kelpies, unless a pond was hidden in the dark abyss that was the forest.
Tweek pawed against the trees behind him, hoping to escape quietly; the branches seemed to have solidified into a impenetrable wall during the few seconds Tweek had stood still in horror. The trees ignored his scratches and silent pleads, instead going about their business indifferently as if to say, "Hey, you wanted in."
Tweek pressed his back flat to the wall of pine needles as the group went silent only to be followed by heavy hissing and grunting that faintly resembled changing. The cacophony assaulted Tweek's ears, it grew unnaturally loud in the silent night air. No birds could be heard, nor the chirping of crickets; the only thing Tweek could hear was that hideous chanting. He pressed his shaking hands to his ears in an attempted to drown out the noise, but it rattled around inside his brain as if they were telepathically drilling it into his mind. Words seemed to form out of the vile grunts.
"... He comes… Algrid release him!"
Tweek shivered, he wanted to shut his eyes against the growing light in front of him, but his mind was petrified with fear. There was no source to this unnatural light, it emanated from nowhere and provided no sanction for light seekers. In fact the shadows only seemed to grow more intense as the light did, leaving Tweek himself nearly a shadow as the light filled the whole clearing.
He grinded his teeth together and clamped a hand over his eyes before the unholy light burnt his retinas. Even beneath his eyelids and two hands he could see the faint climax of the light. A soft red pulsed through to his eyes, followed by shocking darkness.
The chanting had died out completely. Tweek legs shook so badly that if the wall hadn't been behind him, he would've fallen to the ground. A breeze trickled past his face, cooling the sweat on his forehead that had formed from fear. Nervously he forced his hands away and peeked open his eyes.
The light was soft now, a dark blue pulsing that somehow counted as light. Through the gaps in the bodies of the stock still monsters, Tweek could make out a figure on the ground. He couldn't make out exactly what it was, it was pitch black and Tweek could only see it because of the soft blue light. It didn't seem definite in this world, tendrils of smoke curled off the mass like dry ice.
Tweek's breathing was borderline hyperventilation at this point, he clamped a hand over his mouth to hide the noise. None of the monsters moved forward when the mass suddenly convulsed, it's form twisted around at unnatural angles. Limbs flailed, it's head twisted back. Tweek could hear the cracking of joints from the wall of trees.
It looked… Human? Tweek's eyebrow quirked as the body stopped heaving, it's limbs settled down into a tense tranquility.
Tweek pawed at the wall behind him with his free hand, the feeling of dread from school had nearly faded during his time with Kenny, but it was back ten fold now, weighing down on his chest with such force Tweek nearly believed an elephant was stepping on him. It compressed his lungs. His blood ran cold. A pang of anxiety hit his stomach so hard he doubled over.
With tears in his eyes he weakly lifted his head back up. The form was slowly getting to it's feet, it swayed and tumbled back to the dead grass beneath it only to repeat the process. This next time it didn't fall, it cracked it's spine and stood up straight.
"Definitely humanoid. Male. About six feet tall." Tweek's mind rattled to himself while he stared at the figure in horror.
The temperature seemed to instantly drop ten degrees as the black figure turned around slowly. Tweek's eyes flashed over it's body; black skin that seemed to shift and swirl, he couldn't tell if that was raven hair waving in the breeze or just swirling shadows around the creature's head. Tweek peered closer, he could make out a face, maybe the creature's eyes were black.
Small crescents formed on the creature's head and expanded into large almond shaped lights. Tweek realized those were it's eyes. Like the majority of the monsters Tweek knew, it's eyes glowed with cold light. But this monster's eyes were glowering a crimson red, overwhelming hatred and abhorrence surged through Tweek's veins; it took all his might and control to refuse the urge to run at the creature and attack.
The creature took a shaky step forward and Tweek's blood ran cold, his breathing hitched as he realized that it hadn't just looked in his direction. It was looking directly at him, into his eyes. Images flashed through his mind of himself. They were muddied and contorted, but Tweek could make out what he saw; him doing heinous acts to not only kids he saw at school, but to himself, and to his family. His mouth stretched into an inhumanely wide smile while his eyes were filled with sick relish.
Tweek gasped audibly, his throat choked up with a frantic sob. He hadn't even realized he was crying until the salty liquid seeped into his wounds, making them hiss with pain. The… thing, the abomination had made it to the edge of the tree line, only fifty feet away. The monsters kept their eyes on the abomination, if they noticed Tweek it seemed like they wouldn't do anything until it made a move.
The abomination cocked it's head. Soft words flowed through Tweeks ears like silky ice, somehow reaching him despite the rampant wind that had picked up moments ago.
" … can see? A human?" The words were airy and echoed around Tweek's head.
Tweek's heart pounded against his chest, blood rushed through his ears. He felt like a rabbit trapped by a hunting dog. A rabbit whose heart rate was increasing, and increasing, until pop!
The vile mass took another step forward, Tweek didn't need any other motivation. His legs overcame their jelly like state and supported his lanky body as he banged against the wall that had locked him in. Except he didn't bang against any wall of branches, they glided out of the way and he surged forward with adrenaline rushing through his blood like cocaine. The trees maliciously loomed over him, mocking him.
A screech rang out from behind him, several dozen answer but Tweek didn't care. His legs somehow endured the amazing speed he was pushing at as he ran through the forest. He gained a new, deer like grace as he deftly avoided tangled roots and heavy bushes. Death was an excellent motivator.
Tweek hadn't a clue where he was in the forest anymore, or if he was even heading towards salvation. He could just as well be moving deeper in, the thought didn't make him stop or even hesitate. The forest seemed to grow darker and colder, with trees reaching out for him on all sides.
He couldn't tell how long he ran, it could've been an hour or it could've been two minutes. Time meant nothing to Tweek's adrenaline soaked brain.
Tweeks lungs were on fire, every inhale sent icy shards into his chest. He nearly stopped of exhaustion when his feet hit pavement.
A road! A glorious road! Tweek nearly burst out crying in relief, never had someone been more glad to see a crummy back road filled with potholes, he reached his arms up and laughed madly as he turned around in the street. He turned just in time to see bright headlights and hear the deafening honk before everything went dark.
