Tweek

"What if you get hurt?"

"I won't… I'll be back."

"Promise?"

"Yeah."

Well, Tweek might've believed Craig, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Currently, he was sitting curled up in the back of Bebe's room while she talked to Wendy, who was sitting on Bebe's bed, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. He hadn't really moved from that spot since Bebe had shepareded him up here, not even when Bebe had helpfully lain a blanket over him, or when she'd offered to fill up his thermos. No, his mind was filled with images of Craig getting hurt. Not, granted, sliced and diced as he might've imagined when this whole thing had been new and fresh, but merely blacked and blued. Still not pretty, but at least not as bad.

It was keeping him from doing much, though, and Wendy's presence was doing the rest.

"Bebbs, I don't care about the stupid game," Wendy was saying, her voice tight and clipped. "But you could have, I don't know, told me about this? When it actually could have been solved?" Tweek had no idea what they were talking about. Something about the game, he was pretty sure, but girls never kept on track when they talked, so the game was probably only loosely connected to a bigger issue. Whatever it was, Bebe was upset about it, which made Tweek's stomach hurt. Despite the whole thing about her dating Craig, Tweek really did consider Bebe to be a good person, and he didn't like it when she was upset. It felt wrong.

"Wendy, please, I wasn't trying to keep it from you," Bebe insisted, wringing her fingers as she shifted attop her tuffet. "Come on, look at it from my perspective, you guys were really against the whole thing. And after the thing with Jenny last year? I couldn't do that to you guys, I was looking out for my Sunshine Sisters, just like you would have wanted me to do." Why are her eyes sparkling like that? Jesus, is she going to cry? I don't think I could handle her crying! I might really start to panic then. WHY CAN'T CRAIG BE HERE?!

"I don't want you to get hurt, boo," Wendy insisted, employing one of those pet names that girls seemed to have lying around in spades. "You're way more important to me than that. This is way more important than that. And besides, Clyde isn't that bad, we would have supported you! Well, I don't know about Tina, but she's a bitch and I would have supported you. That should be enough." Admittedly, Tweek didn't know how to play the pronoun game, and therefore had no idea what this, that, or for that matter Tina was. He did know who Clyde was though, and that just sent him into another spiral of worry.

Because after the reveal that Clyde had been kicked out of the game, Tweek didn't know if the brunet was okay, and he didn't know if he was okay. Jesus why did Craig have to leave? Why couldn't he have stayed here!? Clyde would have understood, what did he even have to do for Clyde anyway?!

"JESUS IT'S TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" Tweek screeched, ducking his head down and yanking up the hood of Craig's hoodie so that he wouldn't have to see the face of Bebe when she was disappointed with his actions. Oh god why did I say that? SHE'S GOING TO HATE ME?!

"Why did Craig drop him off anyway?" Wendy asked sharply, sounding mildly disgruntled if not outrightly irritated at Tweek's presence. "Where was he going? And why couldn't he have taken Tweek with him?" Looking directly at Tweek, her eyes boring horrible holes into his head, the girl sharply asked, "Well? Why are you here?"

"OH CHRIST -NGH- B-BECAUSE CRAIG LEFT ME HERE!" Tweek all but shrieked, trembling under Wendy's gaze. The girl was so much more terrifying when she was in close range like this, so much more deadly. Oh god that didn't answer her question! What am I supposed to say?

"Well that's just lazy," Wendy informed Tweek before turning back to Bebe. "Why are you letting Craig treat you like this hon, you aren't his daycare, don't look after the stuff he doesn't want to." Tweek's eyes widened at that, and he bit down on his lip to stifle a whimper. Craig doesn't want me? WHY WOULD SHE SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!

Practically shooting up from her tuffet, Bebe hurried over to the blond boy and crouched down in front of him. "Shut up Wends, Craig doesn't think about Tweek that way, don't make it sound like he does." Grabbing for Tweek's hands, which he could do nothing to stop the girl from taking into her own, Bebe pointedly said, "Craig isn't being lazy, he just knows that Tweek and I get along well, isn't that right Tweek?"

Faced with Bebe's coaxing, dazzling smile, Tweek found himself nervously uncurling from his previously hunched position. "Ngh- Jesus I guess so," he mumbled, swallowing hard. Softly, hopefully so that Wendy couldn't hear him even though he had a feeling she could, Tweek quickly pushed out, "D-do you think Craig actually doesn't w-want me around? Is that why he left me here?"

"Come on Tweek, you know that's not true," Bebe reassured the boy, squeezing his hands tightly. It wasn't as comforting as when Craig held his hands, but Tweek found his twitching getting a little less violent nonetheless. "You're just tired of fighting, and Craig didn't want to make you fight anymore. He'll be back later, and then you guys can hang out." As always, Tweek reflected that Bebe's voice was beautiful, just like everything else about her, and it as improbable as it was miraculous that she put up with him at all.

"Tch- I can't believe that game is even still going on," Wendy muttered, huffing. "I'm amazed you put up with them for as long as you did." Tweek had to agree, but he was too busy studying how neat and perfect Bebe's nails were to say so. "Usually I'd say that boys have short attention spans, but they've kept that thing going for far too long."

"If we hadn't stepped in it probably would have ended sooner," Bebe pointed out, carefully pulling Tweek out of the corner and leading him towards her bed, where Wendy was staring at the ceiling as if it had personally wronged her.

"Stan was the one who convinced me to join, I probably shouldn't have listened to him, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever decided to do," Wendy said, her eyes softening somewhat as she mentioned the boy. Just like Clyde's eyes do when he talks about Bebe. And like Kenny's eyes do when he sees Butters. Tweek wasn't sure where those thoughts were going, but thankfully, Wendy spoke again, letting him focus on something else. "Of course then we broke up, so none of us actually joined the Elves, but honestly, it was a cool idea."

"Yeah, but then you made me marry Craig," Bebe reminded the girl, helping Tweek scramble onto her bed where he curled up once more, careful not to get too close to Wendy. "And look how that turned out."

"Bebs, I keep telling you," Wendy cooed, her face one of frustrated concern. "You should have just told us that you wanted to date Clyde, we could have done something about it." Bebe crossed her arms and let out a puff of air, which drew more worried sounds from Wendy. Girls are so weird, why do they act like this? Why do they never say what they mean?

"Wendy, it's not that easy," Bebe insisted, eyes shifting around. "You guys wanted me to do something, and I didn't think I had a choice about it. At the time, you definitely didn't make it sound like I did. Admit it, you were too annoyed at Cartman to pay attention to the rest of us."

"I want you to be happy," Wendy insisted, and Tweek went back to staring at the weave of Bebe's duvet cover.

"Well, I am now," Bebe said firmly crossing her arms over her chest. "And it's probably better this way anyway. At least now when I date Clyde, I won't have to worry that it's just for a game."

Wendy turned her nose in the air. "If Clyde ever treated you that way, I would personally hurt him Bebe, remember that. No girl should have to go through thinking if she's wanted or not, it's miserable. I would know. Which is why I'm still not happy with Craig because he shouldn't have done that to you for a month."

"To be fair, I did it to him too," Bebe pointed out, walking over to her little table and rearranging the things on it, a little obsessively, Tweek realized. Taking a deep breath, the girl continued, "But that's okay, it's over now, so now we're both free, which is good for both of us."

Wait, what's that supposed to mean?

"Thank god for that," Wendy muttered, completely oblivious to Tweek's confusion. Twitching, the boy flicked his eyes between both girls, trying to figure out what they'd just said. What was over? The game? But that definitely wasn't over yet, otherwise Craig wouldn't be gone right now, so what were they talking about? What had Tweek missed, what could possibly over? Oh god, I can't handle this! Why do they never make any sense? Why do girls have to be so confusing!? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SO STUPID?!

In the absence of something to bang his head against, Tweek fisted his hands in his hair and squeaked, "Wh-what do you mean it's over?! What are you t-talking about?" When both girls turned and gave him twin looks of confusion, Tweek shrieked softly and demanded, "JESUS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"

"Don't you know?" Wendy asked, sounding genuinely puzzled. "Craig and Bebe broke up today. Didn't he tell you?"

Tweek's mind sort of short circuited.

Everything around him grew muzzy as his heart thumped in his ears. Vaguely, he could make out Bebe saying something reproachful to Wendy, and getting a nonplussed response in return, but the words were lost to the rushing in his head. Craig and Bebe broke up. After so long spent miserable, upset, and jealous over something stupid, after being forced to come to terms with his own shortcomings and after finally reconciling things with Craig, they'd broken up. Just like that.

"-but I didn't realize you didn't know, I thought you would have seen it on Facebook or something," Bebe was saying as the things around him slowly came back into focus, even though his mind was refusing to do so. "He broke up with me at lunch. He was really nice about it and everything, but yeah, he broke up with me."

Craig broke up with Bebe.

"Oh no no no, Tweek, don't cry," Bebe suddenly cooed, hurrying over to him. "It's going to be alright~" Reaching up, Tweek realized that yes, there were tears on his face, but he didn't even know how to begin to say that they weren't tears of sadness, but tears of overwhelming and utter relief. It's over. Craig wasn't lying, he meant it. Things are changing. He's changing them.

"He did it," Tweek whispered, his voice oddly steady for how much he was shaking. "He did it, it's done." Even though Bebe clearly had no idea what he was talking about, Tweek turned his face towards her and smiled tentatively, his tears still falling from his eyes. "You guys aren't together anymore," he said softly, as if to cement it as being true. "It's over."

"Tweek, are you okay?" Wendy asked, sounding more confused that anything. As Bebe dabbed at Tweek's face with a tissue and clucked under her breath comfortingly, Tweek found himself grinning like an idiot as a light, happy feeling hit him like a wall. For the first time in ages, his chest felt light, painless. His heart didn't hurt, and his guts didn't twist because why would they things were better. Everything was going to be okay. He didn't have to feel jealous anymore or think about how he was going to lose Craig to a girl who was clearly better than him, Craig had broken up with Bebe so it was over.

"Y-yeah," he said, even as the world around him seemed to jump into brighter shades of color. "I'm -ghn- great."

"Okay…" Trailing off, Wendy shook her head and said, "I want to finish this conversation Bebs, but I have to get going." Sliding off of the bed, Wendy headed for the door, and Bebe hurried after her, jumping right back into another meaningless conversation that girl's seemed to have just too many of. That left Tweek alone with his thoughts, which, in the blond's opinion, wasn't actually a bad thing.

Glancing down at the mood ring that he still had stubbornly jammed onto one of his fingers, Tweek smiled ridiculously and felt joy bubbling in his chest. It was so unbelievably stupid, because it wasn't like he'd lost Craig before to Bebe, even when they had been dating, and Craig had other friends so he didn't belong to Tweek at all, but Tweek feltbetter. He hadn't even realized how heavy the weight on him had been until it was gone, but it had weighed a ton, and now there was nothing. Just happiness, security, warmth.

He cared, Craig really did care. Tweek knew that the Noirette hadn't liked his relationship with Bebe either, but he hadn't given a shit one way or another. But Tweek had, and now Bebe was back to being a friend instead of Craig's girlfriend and that was alright. Because Craig would never stare at the stars with Bebe or kiss her or curl up with her when she was upset, no, he'd only ever do that with Tweek. I'm so weird, but I don't think I care anymore. It's Craig, why would I?

Glancing over to the window, Tweek suddenly wished that he was with Craig, because even though he'd have to fight, and even though there were grey clouds covering the sky and it was cold out, he'd be able to be beside the Noirette, and that's where he wanted to be. He didn't know if that was because he belonged there, or because he'd chosen to belong there, but he wasn't sure if it mattered. I'm allowed to have this one good thing, right? Just this one thing.

"I'm so sorry about that Tweek, I didn't mean to make you listen to us argue for that long." Jerking his head up at the sound of Bebe's voice, Tweek twitched and blinked rapidly before realizing she was talking about Wendy.

"N-no!" he insisted, shaking his head quickly before looking around for his thermos which he was sure he'd left around here somewhere. "I was the one who just -rrr- showed up out of nowhere!" Finding his elusive thermos still in the corner where he'd left it, Tweek all but fell out of the bed as he scrambled after it. "What were you guys talking about though? I m-mean, I was distracted, and I wasn't listening to all of it and CHRIST IF IT'S P-PRIVATE I DIDN'T MEAN TO HEAR ANYTHING!"

Shaking her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, Bebe quickly said, "No, Tweek, it's fine, we were just talking about Clyde. I never told Wendy that I had a crush on him, and and she wanted to talk about the fact that I'd broken up and I guess one thing led to another." Finally getting his hands on his thermos, Tweek fumbled it open and took a few rushed sips before answering.

"Is Clyde going to ask you out?" Tweek asked, his eyes wide as he watched Bebe neaten up her bed and vanish into her closet. "Ghn- h-he likes you I think! And I think you guys should get together!"

"I hope he thinks the same thing," Bebe called from her closet. "But that's probably going to have to wait until he's done with the game. Otherwise, it's going to be too confusing." Shivering, Tweek took another few sips of coffee and thought about it.

"Clyde got banished, y-you know that right?" Tweek asked, before feeling dumb for saying anything at all. Of course she knows, she knows everything. I'm the only one who didn't know that he got kicked out. "Jesus, of course you -ngh- knew that!"

"I only found out about it yesterday," Bebe admitted, her voice slightly muffled. "Scott told me while the rest of you were fighting Jimmy." Yesterday? Had it really been only yesterday? Tweek felt like it had been a year. Enough had happened for it to be one… "I'm really worried about him Tweek," the girl continued, her movements stopping for a moment. "He really cared about that game, and now he's gotten thrown out of it."

"W-well Craig said he was going to help him," Tweek told her, screwing the lid back onto his thermos. "And if Craig's helping him -grrr- th-then Clyde's going to be fine, right?" Except no, Craig was at the school fighting the Elves, which meant that Clyde was alone, and that did make Tweek's stomach roll. "Jesus I just want the game to be over!"

Stepping out of the closet, a coat in her hands, Bebe nodded absently. "Yeah, I do too. I'm worried that you guys are going to get hurt." Fussing with the jacket, Bebe muttered, "It's not like the game isn't violent, you guys could really hurt each other if you're not careful." Remembering similar fears back when he'd just started playing the fantasy game, Tweek twitched and nodded fervently.

"I don't like that Craig's out playingandstuff," Tweek admitted, wringing his fingers. "I know he can h-handle himself, but what if something happens! Oh god, that would be way too much pressure!"

"You're allowed to worry," Bebe told him, lowering her coat so she could look at him with a soft expression. "You care about each other, I bet he's worrying about you too. Besides-" Taking the coat off of the hanger, Bebe seriously said, "I'm worried about Clyde right now, and I'm not nearly as close to him as you are to Craig."

"B-but that's because you guys like each other," Tweek objected, watching as the girl shrugged into her usual coral jacket and buttoned it up.

Bebe didn't answer for a moment, then she looked up at Tweek and smiled brightly. "You're right, I do, which is why I want to go visit him and make sure he's okay, if you don't mind."

Eyes widening, Tweek stumbled to his feet, his eagerness getting the better of his fear that if he moved, Craig wouldn't know where he was. "Yes!" he agreed, nodding rapidly. "I w-want to see him too!" He hadn't seen Clyde in a few days, and with the knowledge that he'd been kicked out of the game fresh in his mind, Tweek wanted to see his friend and make sure that he was indeed alright. At his words, Bebe's smile changed into one of those encouraging smiles that she did so well.

"Wonderful! I thought you might. After all, he's your friend too." Shivering, Tweek nodded and followed Bebe as she opened her bedroom door and headed downstairs, her strides purposeful. I get it, the way she's worried about him. It is sort of like how I worry about Craig. Even though Tweek obviously didn't like Craig the way Bebe liked Clyde, he still understood.

Outside was darker out than Tweek felt it should have been, but it wasn't that bad. With Bebe beside him, her bright countenance making things seem a little lighter overall, Tweek didn't feel the need to glance over his shoulder every few seconds. Of course he knew that the monsters were there, but they weren't going to hurt him right now probably, so he chose not to think about them.

Bebe chattered about random things as they walked. She talked about Heidi and how the girl was coming over in a couple days so they could do each other's nails and did you know that she had a crush on someone in the grade above them, but I can't tell you who Tweek, because she probably wouldn't want me to. She also talked about Wendy and Stan and about how if Stan was a dick to Wendy one more time, she would need to have words with him because how dare he treat her like that, she's so wonderful and he should realize that and make up his mind.

Tweek just listened, nodding along when he felt like he should and attempting to pull his face into the appropriate emotions to go along with what she was saying. He didn't really get girl talk, it seemed like a whole lot of nothing to him, but he liked that Bebe was willing to talk to him like she would her other friends. It made him feel weirdly accepted, and that, much like the feeling of having friends in general, was a wonderful feeling.

As they turned the corner onto Craig's and Clyde's street, Bebe finally finished her well thought out argument on exactly why the school was wrong to have stopped promoting the girl's volleyball matches and looked up before stopping, her eyes wide. Following her gaze, Tweek spotted the very obvious castle Clyde had in his backyard and shivered before quickly explaining, "Ngh- It's just s-something that Clyde's been working on! It's really really cool!"

"It's certainly something," she said uncertainly, her brows furrowing. "Um… I think those are skulls." Squinting, Tweek realized what she was talking about and he could feel his stomach do some uncomfortable things. Oh god, why does Clyde have skulls on his castle? And for that matter, when had it gone from being distinctly happy and light to being scary and menacing. What had he missed? Oh god, what if Clyde's hurt or upset or in trouble? WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!?

"OHJESUS-!" Without thinking, Tweek hurried forward, almost tripping over himself as he ran towards Clyde's house, Bebe in tow. Almost slipping and face planting on the pavement, Tweek managed to catch his balance before hurrying up the front steps to Clyde's door, which he frantically knocked on a few times before letting out an involuntary sound and leaping backwards. "ACK!" he screeched, dropping his thermos as he pulled on his hair, trying to release some of the tension in his head.

Catching up to him, Bebe gracefully stooped to pick up his thermos and simply stood a little bit in front of him as the door was opened from inside by Clyde's dad, who looked at them in confusion, probably because of how strange a pair they were. "Are you looking for Clyde?" he asked, in a tone that denoted perpetual cluelessness.

Composing herself far faster than Tweek ever could, Bebe promptly said, "Yes, Mr. Donovan, we are~ Do you know where he is?"

"He's outside with the rest of the kids," the man said slowly, his brows furrowing together. The rest of the kids?! OH GOD WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? Momentarily, Tweek stopped yanking on his hair so he could slap a hand over his mouth to stifle his scream. Blinking at Tweek, clearly taken aback, Mr. Donovan said, "If you want to go back there and find him you can."

"Yes, that would be wonderful," Bebe all but sang, bobbing in aquiessence before catching Tweek's forearm in her hand and pulling him through Clyde's house. Twitching and shaking too hard to stop her, Tweek just let himself be pulled through the dining room and the kitchen and towards the back door without complaint. Handing Tweek back his thermos so she could open the door, Bebe pushed open the back door and pulled Tweek through before stopping, causing the blond to run into her.

Instantly, Tweek knew why she'd stopped.

Clyde's yard was a center of activity. Everywhere there were kids, ones that Tweek recognized as being both Humans and Elves, changing costumes and carrying things and sharpening weapons and generally looking like they were preparing for war. To his left, he saw Russell helping an Elven archer put horns on a helmet, and to his right, he saw Jason directing a group of Humans who were carrying a dangerous looking piece of a barricade. Oh god, what's going on?

Shivering and keeping close to Bebe as she stepped off of the porch, Tweek's eyes flickered around the faces that turned towards them. There were so many of them, and if the hustle and bustle inside the castle was any indication, there were even more. He had no idea what was going on, and it terrified him, but everyone let them through, so he didn't dare question it right now. As they crossed over the drawbridge, there was a call from the top of the castle that was followed by a general bustle towards the middle section of the castle.

A moment later, Clyde came skidding out onto the platform and he leaned off of the precarious edge so he could wave down at them. Tweek felt like screaming again at the sight of the boy. It was Clyde but it was all wrong because why was he wearing that big, dangerous looking metal crown and where those more skulls on his clothing? Why was he dressed up like that if he'd been kicked out of the game? What was going on?

"Bebe!" Clyde called, his eyes lighting up brightly as he stared down at her. "Teacup, you're here too! Hi!" He waved excitedly, as if that was supposed to make either of them feel any better. Tweek wanted to respond, but he didn't dare, he just stared up at the castle and wished that things would start to make sense.

"Clyde, what on earth is all of this?" Bebe asked back, gesturing wildly at the castle. "I thought you got kicked out of the game, what's going on." A valid question, one Tweek sincerely hoped got answered sooner rather than later.

"It's- Hang on a moment!" Scrambling back into the castle, Clyde vanished for a minute as he no doubt climbed down before he burst out of the mouth of the fort, a grin on his face. "It's my castle!" he told Bebe breathlessly, his eyes lit up like they always were when Bebe was around, yet somehow dark, like something was horribly wrong. "Do you like it?"

Bebe must have seen that thing too, because she shook her head emphatically and said, "No, Clyde, I don't like it. Why do you have a huge, evil fortress? What's going on."

Smile faltering somewhat, Clyde said, "Well, Cartman kicked me out, so I made a new faction. We're going to take over both of the other factions now and then we'll win the game!"

"HOW IS THAT A GOOD THING?!" Tweek burst suddenly, startling Clyde. Yanking on his hair with one hand, Tweek whimpered, "W-why would you do this?! Don't you want the game to be over too?" But Clyde just kept looking at Tweek in confusion, which only increased the blond boy's panic. WHY DOESN'T HE UNDERSTAND?! OH GOD!

"But that's what we're doing," Clyde insisted, his eyes wide and imploring. "This is my army of darkness! We're taking over the game so that neither the Elves nor the Humans win and we're going to beat up both Cartman and Kyle because they're both horrible."

"Clyde Donovan, what gave you the impression that that was the way to solve your problems?" Bebe demanded hotly, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at Clyde, who took a step back worriedly and shuffled his feet awkwardly. "You're supposed to be better than them, why are you acting worse?"

"But I'm not acting worse," Clyde countered, obviously trying to placate the girl. "Bebe, I'm getting revenge on them for doing what they did. It's totally okay!" Tweek let out a screech at that, and Bebe just shook her head, her face betraying how upset the whole thing was making her. Oh god, she looks really really upset, why won't Clyde just stop?! Why does he have to be doing this in the first place? JESUS IT'S TOO MUCH!

"But you're being just like them, this is exactly what Cartman would do!" Bebe insisted, her voice losing some of its calm. "Clyde, please, think this through a little harder. Don't do this, just- I don't know, give up."

"I can't give up!" Clyde insisted, spreading his hands wide. "This is going to be amazing Bebe, you've got to believe me, I-"

"Hey Clyde, the thing's going live in a few minutes, I just got the text from Kenny. Get your ass up here."

At the sound of that voice, Tweek let out a whimper and shoved past both Clyde and Bebe in his haste to get to it. Elves and Humans got out of his way as Tweek scrambled upwards, his mind one long yell of confusion and terror and disbelief. This shouldn't be happening, Clyde shouldn't be starting his own army and he shouldn't be helping! Because he knew that voice, knew that slightly nasally, deep monotone better than he knew his own voice. But he couldn't believe it, because how could it be, how could it be-

"Craig?!" As Tweek skidded into the familiar antechamber to Clyde's throne room, Craig turned around and looked down at him from the upper balcony, his blue eyes sparking as they landed on him. Twitching horribly, Tweek stared up at the boy, trying to figure out what was going on, even as Craig's expression became his usual mask of nothing.No, don't do this to me Craig, please, don't do this to me now. We just started talking again, we just figured things out. You just broke up with Bebe, please don't do this to me.

"Tweek?" His flat voice only conveyed mild confusion, as if he didn't know what business the blond had in being there. "What the fuck-"

"What are you doing?!" Tweek demanded, shaking as he clenched his thermos with one hand and his hair with the other. "Why are you doing this!? Why does Clyde have an army, why are you here?!" But Craig just kept staring at him, his brows furrowing slightly. Please, just come down from there and don't do this. I can't handle this anymore, I can't take this!

Craig's only response was, "Why are you here?" Tweek let out a horrible whimper, because why was that what Craig was thinking about? "You're supposed to be at Bebe's."

"W-we were coming to see Clyde," Tweek said, before shaking his head and pushing out, "But th-that doesn't matter! You're not supposed to b-be doing this! Why are you starting another army with Clyde?" Why didn't you tell me? he wanted to ask, but didn't dare. Why didn't you ask me to join with you? I would have, I would have jumped at the chance to support Clyde and you. Why did you just leave me behind? Why do you keep not telling me things?

"It's none of your business," Craig told Tweek instead, his eyes dark. "You should be leaving, you should be going back to Bebe's hou-"

"I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BEBE'S HOUSE I WANT TO GO HOME WITH YOU!" Tweek screeched, squeezing his eyes tight and shaking his head violently. "Ngh- I just want to b-be happy with you, w-why did you have to d-do something like this?"

"Because the game needs to end, and we're going to end it," Craig responded stonily, unfeelingly. "Go away Tweek, it'll be over soon, and then we can just go back to normal."

"Just come with me!" Tweek insisted, trying to ignore the fact that Craig didn't want him here at all, because that really hurt when he just wanted to be around the Noirette. "F-forget all of this and just leave! You don't have to be part of this Craig, it's just a -rrr- s-stupid game!"

"I can't," Craig said simply, lifting his chin and looking down his nose at Tweek. "Go away Tweek, I'm not going to leave."

"Grrr- THEN LET ME JOIN WITH YOU!" Tweek yelled, glaring up at Craig. "L-let me join you and take down Cartman and Kyle with you!"

Any and all hope that Tweek had possessed shriveled and died as Craig shook his head one last time and took a step back from the edge. "I don't want you here Tweek, I don't want you fighting with me. Go home." Then he turned and walked away, leaving Tweek to stare after him, his heart slowly crumbling and dying in his chest.

He doesn't want me. He… He honestly doesn't- Craig doesn't-

He doesn't care, does he?

Unable to stand there a moment longer, Tweek turned and fled.

As he barreled out of the castle a moment later, Clyde caught his arm. "Whoa, Teacup, are you-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Tweek found himself yelling, shaking Clyde off violently. Catching sight of Bebe, visibly upset and close to breaking down herself, he added, "Ngh- S-sorry for ruining your fun, w-we're leaving."

Shakily, Bebe nodded and said, "Yes, we are." As Tweek shuffled past her, the girl turned sharply on her heels and followed him, her steps as clear and purposeful as his were slow and upset. Ignoring Clyde's dad as they walked through his house, Tweek just shoved through the front door and onto the front steps, unable to think past getting out.

It was only then that Bebe spoke. "I can't believe them," she said, her voice trembling. "I can't believe him."

And Tweek couldn't believe them either, but unlike Bebe, he couldn't breathe enough to speak.

He hates me.

Craig hates me.