A/N:I feel like I just died and came back. Holy bejessus, the fuck? Am I even real anymore?

Thank you Stripe #5 for all of your artwork. Once I give my fingers a break, I'll come back and link your art, which is all adorable as fuck. Please do more of it, I will honestly love you so much if you do. (Not that I don't already love you, because I do.)

Thank you to Angel for the encouragement. Thank you to everyone else for sticking with me through this crazy journey.

Enjoy.

Tweek

Tweek's brain still hadn't caught up with his heart. His whole body was thrumming with excitement, and electricity seemed to be coursing through him, right down to his fingertips. He couldn't remember a time before this where he'd felt so alive, he couldn't even begin to imagine how anything else could compare. And it was no mystery as to why he was so happy, no, the answer stood beside him.

Craig's cloak fluttered behind him, his eyes were full of determination, and his posture was strong. But more than anything, Tweek could feel the complete mental connection to the boy that he'd been longing for since they'd lost it a couple months ago. It was like he knew exactly what was running through Craig's head, and he was sure that the Noirette could read him perfectly as well. After working things out in such a definite way, it was like the air was clear once more. Even though they were still in the midst of battle, Tweek felt okay and he hadn't felt like that in a long time.

Of course, he was still worried, because Clyde was still losing his mind, and they still had to stop the war from continuing. There were zombies everywhere someone had to do something about that! It was a lot of pressure, but he had Craig beside him, he could do it.

"I'm glad that you two are helping," Bebe told them, quickly running a hand through the tangled mess of her hair. "I don't know if he's even going to be able to be reasoned with, but I have to try."

Craig nodded stoutly. "Ye p, we'll get him to see sense, even if we have to smack it into him." Bebe managed a breathless giggle at that, but Tweek's mind was already in other places.

Tossing his head around, the blond realized that they were effectively trapped and he found himself screeching, "Oh god, b-but how are we supposed to get to Clyde?!" The ladder that they would normally have used to climb up to the next level was rolled up and stuck at the top of the higher level. "Ngh- I haven't spent enough time here, I don't know how to get around it."

"I know how." As one, the three of them glanced over and found Stan stumbling to his feet, his bruises obviously causing him trouble. Tweek's first thought was that they were supposed to be dead, but then the boy noticed Butters bouncing up and down, trying to see through the window while he cast spells, and it made sense. "I mean, it's not the quick way, but it'll get us there."

"Look," said Bebe, striding over and helping Kyle to his feet as the boy struggled to regain his bearings. "As long as it gets us to Clyde, then I don't care if it takes longer." Casting a look at Cartman, Bebe glanced at Tweek and said, "You really… Hit him hard, didn't you?"

Shivering, Tweek struggled to keep his face straight, even though he sort of wanted to giggle. Because admittedly, the face that the unconscious wizard was making was pretty humorous. "I -ghn- guess I did," he mumbled, as if he didn't know just how much pent up emotion he'd released with that single blow. Bebe stared at him a moment longer, but Craig snorted and Tweek was gratified to feel the boy's fingers ruffling his hair.

"Well, it's not like that fat ass would be very useful anyway," muttered Kyle, glancing over his shoulder and giving Butters a thumbs up. "Let's get out of here. Have any of you seen Kenny?" Shaking his head violently, Tweek looked up at Craig and found a weird look in the boy's eyes that cleared a moment later.

"Nope," Craig answered stoutly. "Haven't seen him."

"Well, I hope he didn't fall off or something," Kyle muttered.

"I'm sure he's fine," Bebe dismissed, walking back towards Tweek and Craig before looking around at the nazi zombie corpses still littering the ground and sucking in a breath. "Do you know if there are many more of those?" she asked, her eyes worried. At her words, Tweek stifled the instinctive shriek that rose up. No, he'd be able to handle them. Sure they were terrifying, but he had Craig with him, and he'd dealt with them before. He was strong enough, he just had to do it.

"Clyde's got them everywhere," Craig told the girl, even as he started to turn in a circle, as if looking for something. Tweek was somehow unsurprised when the boy strode over to the wall and grabbed one of the dangerous looking metal spikes that seemed to be everywhere. After a few good tugs, it gave, and he hefted it, his eyes dark. "But they kind of fall apart if you hit them hard enough, so just… Stay behind Tweek and I."

Feeling a bubble of joy rise up at the inclusion of his name in the protectors of the group, Tweek twitched and gave Bebe a firm look. "Y-yeah! We've dealt with them before this, they aren't that s-scary once you get used to them." Compared to Aliens, they were nothing, and if he knew that Craig was behind him, ready to help if he needed it, the blond knew they wouldn't be a problem at all.

"Good, then let's go," Bebe said firmly, before heading towards the gate, which had fallen once more. Tweek let out a squeak at the sight, but Craig glanced his way and raised an eyebrow as if asking, are you going to stand there, or are you going to help. Instantly leaping to help, Tweek grabbed the gate and with Craig's assistance, they managed to push it up enough to let the others through. Stan was still limping, and Kyle was leaning most of his weight on the raven-haired boy, but Tweek privately thought that after everything they'd put them through, they sort of deserved it.

"If we walk around here, we should be able to get to a platform which leads up to that antechamber to the throne room," Stan managed, pointing a bit aimlessly as he gave directions. Nodding, a little lost, Tweek gave up trying to listen and instead almost ran headlong into Butters, who ran towards them as well.

"Have y' fellas seen Kenny anywhere?" he asked nervously, rubbing his knuckles together. Craig looked like he was about to answer when the bleach blond was distracted by Stan and Kyle, who he instantly started worrying over. "Y'all are all bruised up!" he exclaimed, hurrying around them in a worried circle. "Well what happened?"

"They happened," Kyle muttered sourly, pointing over at Tweek and Craig, the later of whom shrugged his shoulders while the former let out an involuntary shriek and tugged at his hair with a hand. It's not like they haven't hurt us before! We deserved to get back at them! Was it the nicest thing to think, no, but he was so sick of being nice and getting walked all over. Right now, he was strong. He had to be if he wanted to help Clyde.

Worriedly looking between them, Butters said, "Well, I hope that we can all get along now an' stuff, it'd be pretty sad if we ended up just fightin' each other again." That much Tweek could agree with. Glancing over at Bebe, who was obviously distressed, the blond decided that someone had to take charge otherwise they'd probably never get anywhere.

Stepping forward, he pushed out, "W-we should get going!" Glancing over at Craig, Tweek quickly hurried forward, dodging around the side of the castle and running along the dangerous path that would take them hopefully up to Clyde. Behind him, Tweek could feel Craig's shadowy presence protecting his back, making sure that nothing snuck up on them. Like this, able to face forward knowing that nothing would catch him from behind, Tweek's usually hyperactive mind settled.

As the rounded another corner, several zombie hobos stumbled towards them in an awkward goose step, their arms extended and unfamiliar German words tumbling from their mouths. Without hesitation, Tweek hefted his frying pan and smacked the closest one across the knees. It tumbled to the ground almost at once. Fingers reached for him, but then Craig's iron spire lashed out, catching the creature and tossing it off of the platform.

Tearing through the remaining zombies like they were tissue paper, Tweek clenched his teeth against the shattering of bones, telling himself that they were monsters and this didn't matter. Deep down, he knew that it did matter, but he also wasn't about to let his friends get hurt. If they got past him and Craig, then Bebe and the others would be vulnerable. So he kept fighting, throwing his all into his actions and allowing Craig to cover his blind spots.

"We should be almost there," Stan called from the back, his voice lost to the wind whipping over the scene. Twisting his neck, Tweek gave him a jerky thumbs up before pushing forward, hurrying towards goodness knew what. At least Craig was beside him, no matter what happened, he'd be fine as long as the Noirette was beside him.

Taking the next turn, almost catching Craig's cloak to his face, Tweek's mouth fell open at what he saw. Kenny was standing there in the middle of the platform, wig blowing in the breeze, hands held out as if to catch the wind as he called, "Don't tell me that we're alike, you are nothing like me, you don't even know who you're talking to!"

Only just taking note of the heavily armed men that were surrounding the platform, Tweek let out a shriek that drew the attention of the man Kenny was talking to. As the mostly naked man stepped out, he called, "Ah, how wonderful of you to join us, I was just talking to your Princess about her future and about the people that she needs to save."

"Oh can the bullshit!" Kyle yelled, stepping forward with Stan's help. "Kenny's not a princess and who the hell are you?!"

"Kenny? W-what's going on?" Butters asked nervously, his voice faint against the storm brewing above them. Huddling closer to Craig, Tweek helped the boy block the others from getting any closer. They weren't armed, they'd die if they got hit. Actually, they all would, but Tweek had a sense that Craig and he would be okay with dying, whereas the others would not.

Unexpectedly, Kenny laughed. "Oh man, this just gets better and better, doesn't it?" Turning, he grinned at Tweek, a manic, slightly crazed look that made the blond shiver. "And you even brought my bestest friends too. Kyle, Stan, I'm dissapointed you didn't drag the fatass along with you, but I suppose we can't have everything."

Behind Kenny, the man yelled out, "Don't you get it Princess Kenny, the world has gotten a lot more complicated, and we need you to help us. This isn't the first time a UFO has crashed in to earth, but it certainly will be the-"

"Are you really still talking?" Kenny asked cheekily, his eyebrows raising. "I told you, give me a minute to think about it." Turning back to the others, Kenny's eyes narrowed in on Tweek and the spastic blond twitched hard. "Look at you Tweeky, finally settled your differences with Tucker. I'm so proud of you, and here I thought I'd have to baby you the whole way through. It's amazing how long it takes for you two to get anything done."

Feeling a terrible settling in his gut, Tweek was hardly surprised when he heard Craig growl, "Okay McCormick, we get it, we were stupid. But right now, you're the one who's acting like a fucking idiot so why don't you take a step down and-"

Kenny cut him off. "You don't seem to get it, do you?" He shook his head. "Oh, I know, it seems so crazy, but you see, I'm already fucked, so why not have some fun with it." Before any of them could ask what he was talking about, the blond lifted his arm, showing the green bite that was indeed slowly spreading the color through him.

"Kenny, just-" Stan shook his head and called, "Please don't listen to him, just come back over here and stop this."

"You think I know this dude?" Kenny asked, swaying slightly in the wind. "Hell no! I've been planning this for ages! Come on, the ultimate betrayal. Not just of all of you, but also of Clyde. That makes me, like, a triple traitor. That's got to be one of the most interesting ways I've gone out to date." He's lost his mind, Tweek realized, the idea making him shriek and clutch tighter to Craig's arm. What is he even talking about?! Jesus, is he turning into a zombie?

"Kenny, please don't do this," Butters begged, his voice desperate.

"Sorry, Butterfly," Kenny said, his voice honestly sounding regretful. "But I don't have much of a choice. I've got to do it."

"Do what?" Bebe suddenly snapped, sounding incredibly impatient. "What's even going on?"

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "I'm lost, can someone please explain what I missed?"

"To find the answer, we must look to the past." At the sound of that deep voice, Tweek's head jerked to the side only to find Morgan Freeman of all people ducking out from behind a stack of crates. Somehow, he was unsurprised. This was South Park after all.

"Morgan Freeman?" Stan asked, obviously confused.

"Oh for the love of-" Bebe muttered.

"Princess Kenny was born a half-orc," the buttery voice continued to explain, a pleasant smile on his face. "Who's entire village was wiped out by the Humans and Elves." Craig's arm wrapped around Tweek's shoulders, preventing him from screaming and interrupting the explanation. As if this were all completely normal, Morgan Freeman said, "You see, when Humans and Elves lived together in the forests of Hollow Falls, an Elven queen fell in love with an orc known as Dandar. The first one to possess the Stick of Truth."

"It's okay," Craig murmured to the shivering Tweek. "Just let it happen. I've found that fighting it doesn't help."

Lifting a finger, Morgan Freeman continued to explain in that voice that would have made God cry, "They loved in secret, and had a child. A beautiful girl, a girl who watched as everyone she loved was killed in cold blood."

Kenny shrugged as if to say, what can you do?

"And that is why she waited… and plotted… all this time to defeat you and take the Stick from the Lord of Darkness," Morgan Freeman finished pleasantly, his voice magically and majestically carrying above the wind. "For Princess Kenny is the true heir to the Stick of Truth."

"O-oh," Kyle stammered, his voice conveying his total overwhelming disbelief.

"That's actually pretty cool," Stan admitted.

"Just one question Mr. Freeman," Bebe said from the back, sounding a little less impatient and a little more confused in general. "How come every time something convoluted needs explaining, you show up?"

"Because," the voice of the angels said, still smiling pleasantly. "Every time I show up and explain something, I earn a freckle." True to his words, a new freckle appeared on his cheek, and his already gentle smile seemed to become a little more heavenly.

"That's real nice of you Morgan," Kenny said, rolling his neck, which Tweek realized in horror was definitely looking green. "Seriously dude, come and narrate my life any time you want, but that's not actually the reason I'm doing this." As the green started to rot away at the boy's face, Kenny grinned and said, "I'm just sick of certain assholes getting away with everything."

"Kenny, we just need to get to Clyde," Craig said, his flat voice ringing out past the storm. "Just step aside, please."

"Oh come on Craig, I'm not going to stop you and Tweeky, not after all of the work I did to get you two back together!" the Princess exclaimed, definitely stumbling as the green took over the rest of his face. "I'm just going to get back at a certain pair of Elves, and when I'm finished with them, I'm going to find the fatass and explain to him exactly what he can do with those fat hands of his."

"N-no!" Breaking away from Craig, Tweek stepped forward and lifted his frying pan. "We're not going to l-let you hurt anyone Kenny! You're a zombie right now -rrr- you'll kill them!" Even though he'd been tormented by the others for years, he wasn't going to let Kenny hurt them. Besides, Kenny was their friend, he just didn't know what he was talking about. He didn't know what he was doing, if he was thinking clearly, he wouldn't hurt any of them.

As if to back up this idea, Kenny muttered something in German before clearing his throat and saying, "Come on Tweekers, don't make me hurt you. I'm stronger than you, you know that." Wagging a finger, letting out one of those horrible laughs that sounded dead, Kenny insisted, "Just let me pass, you won't have to deal with me."

"No." Craig's firm voice made Tweek's hold on his frying pan tighten. "McCormick, they might be assholes, but so are you, and you don't deserve to die for it anymore than they do."

"That's it Princess Kenny!" the government guy insisted, pumping his fists up and down. "Stop them!"

"Shut up," Kenny said flatly. There was a flash, and the boy's mirror whipped out before the government guy went sprawling, skidding to the edge of the platform and slipping off of the side. Flexing his fingers, Kenny said, "Huh, that's new." Grinning at Tweek and Craig, his blue eyes turned red by the poison coursing through him, Kenny beckoned them forward and said, "Come on, give me a challenge for once."

He didn't want to, but after catching Craig's solid, grim look, Tweek understood that they didn't have a choice. With a yell that tore from his throat like a wild animal, Tweek launched himself at Kenny. I'm sorry Kenny, but I have to protect my friends.

His frying pan was stopped by the boy's hand mirror. "Oh come on Tweeky, did you think it would be that easy?" Almost entirely throwing the boy backwards, Kenny whipped around and blocked Craig's quick, efficient strikes, laughing as he did so. "I'm a zombie Fucker, Sieg Heil and all that shit, come on, make me bleed." It's not him saying this stuff, this is just the poison, Tweek told himself, leaping at Kenny from behind. That's it.

"We don't w-want to hurt you!" Tweek's frying pan connected with Kenny's back, knocking the zombified boy into Craig, who went tumbling. Feeling his heart leap into his throat as Kenny used the opportunity to deal a painful looking blow to the side of Craig's head, Tweek jumped forward and pushed the boy off of the Noirette.

"Come on Kenny, I know you, don't be an ass," Craig grunted, his own weapon coming around in a sweeping motion. Unfortunately, Kenny just caught it and pushed it away from him, throwing Craig off balance slightly. "These are your friends, shithead, don't hurt them."

"Like you've ever followed that advice, Fucker," Kenny croaked, his voice sounding distorted, like the virus was eating away at his insides. "Look at you, you're as bad as me, always hurting people." Turning to Tweek, the boy cooed, "And you Tweeky, think you could stand on your own without a million people around you to act as your therapists? Hah, that's actually funny. I made myself laugh."

Whimpering, Tweek kept advancing on the boy, even though his mind was screaming. "You don't mean that Kenny, you're just h-hurt right now. You're a -ghn- zombie, but you'll get better!" Did he? Well, he had to believe that he did, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep those insidious words from slipping through his mind.

"I DON'T GET BETTER!" Suddenly, the sandy blond leaped at Tweek, and the boy let out a scream before Craig's iron spike shot out, slamming across Kenny's ribs, throwing the boy back. Tweek could hear the crack of bones breaking, and it made him want to tear his hair out. Coughing, the zombie stumbled around and muttered, "I never get better. This is it, but at least I'm going to go down fighting."

Recognizing how this was going, Tweek launched himself forward just as Kenny did as well. Meeting him almost in the air, Tweek threw all of his confusing emotions into fighting the boy. He could feel Kenny's hand mirror connecting with his skin, but Tweek's strikes were somehow harder. And when Kenny almost took his head off, Craig was there, helping him, defending him. It was horrible, but as Tweek watched their attacks leave actual cuts in Kenny's skin, he realized that they were going to win.

He didn't want to win like this, he didn't want to win this battle, but he couldn't stop. Not if Kenny wasn't going to. The same determination was there on Craig's face, the bitter, pained ruthlessness that they were both being forced to show, and it killed Tweek to see it. Craig was terrified of becoming a monster, but if this case, they had to stop a monster, so maybe a little bit of monstrousness was alright. Matching his movements to Craig's, driving Kenny back, Tweek felt a horrible power run through him, making his whole body feel like it was on fire.

"Give it up Kenny!" Craig yelled, his voice rising above the howling gusts rolling over the platform. "You can't win!" Was he begging Kenny to stop? Tweek felt like the should be. There was greenish blood everywhere, and Kenny was obviously dying, but he kept fighting. Vicious to the end.

"Jesus just g-go back to normal!" Tweek yelled, his frying pan swinging once more at Kenny's head. "PLEASE!" It was a split second thing, almost too fast for the blond to see it. One moment, the zombie Kenny was dodging out of the way, and the next, he froze and his eyes widened and Tweek's weapon connected with the side of his head, sending him flying.

Both him and Craig stood there, waiting for Kenny to get back up, but when it became clear that he wasn't going to, the fight went out of them both. From behind them, there was the voice of Butters who whimpered, "I- I think 'e's dead!"

"Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" Stan exclaimed, almost like he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"You bastards," Kyle muttered, horrified.

Stomach lurching, Tweek suddenly found himself stumbling over to Kenny, his heart thumping in his chest. Even after everything, he couldn't not go to the boy, who had always been there for him, even before Craig, even when other people had brushed him off. As he fell to his knees beside the body, he saw that the green was leeching out of Kenny's face, and his skin was going from a poisoned hue to ashen and pale. Unexpectedly, Kenny's eyes opened and he smiled up at Tweek like he wasn't dying. "Kenny-" Tweek pushed out.

"You fucking asshole, McCormick," Craig muttered, his voice sounding thick. Dropping to the ground beside Kenny as well, the Noirette pulled the dying boy's head onto his lap and growled, "What the hell was that supposed to be, huh? Attacking us like that? Fuck you, you're not allowed to die."

Looking over the boy's injuries, at the diseased blood slowly turning back to the proper reddish hue, Tweek whispered, "I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Nah, don't be like that Tweekers," Kenny insisted, his tiara falling off of his head and clattering to the ground at the movement. "You did what you had to do. Sorry, that zombie bite really-" He coughed. "Really messed with me there. Happens, you know?" After everything they'd been through, after all the times that Tweek had thought he'd seen Kenny die only to find out it was fake, this was somehow worse. Because this was most definitely real, and he couldn't believe that he was losing the boy.

"Jesus, I just d-didn't want you to hurt anyone!" Tweek said, holding back the tears that were threatening to escape him. He couldn't believe that this was happening, and the pain made him want to break down, but somehow he knew that he couldn't. Not now. "Y-you weren't- You're not thinking clearly."

"Nope, not thinking at all," Kenny agreed, a faint smile. "Thanks Tweeky, you're keeping me honest. That's what I would have done if I'd known what I was doing." His head lolled on Craig's lap, and the Noirette frustratedly put his hands on either side of the boy's head so that he could stare down into his eyes.

"Don't you fucking die, okay. Fuck you Kenny, fuck you so much, don't do this to us. Don't do that to Butters. Your friends are here, you're not-" Unexpectedly, the boy's eyes flew open and he jerked up out of Craig's lap, even though he was obviously not okay. Shaking himself, the sandy blond turned and patted Craig's cheek lightly before ruffling Tweek's hair with a soft smile.

"Who said anything about dying, Fucker, I'm fine. I'm completely alright." Struggling to his feet, the boy wiped some of the blood out of his eyes before letting loose a musical laugh. "I'm just gonna go lie down for a while. Go save Clyde, goodness knows he needs you." Almost floating away, Kenny drifted towards Butters and gently touched his forehead to the frozen boy's hair before walking past him and vanishing.

Turning, shaking from his trance, Butters called, "K-kenny!" But the boy was already gone, leaving them alone with the wind and the threatening rain.

Noticing the armed guards still standing around, Tweek shakily nudged Craig, who shook himself from his trance and stared around at them. "What are you waiting for?" he asked, his voice still scratchy. "Get rid of the fucking zombies before they destroy this place."

"Uh…" one of the closest guards mumbled.

Pushing herself out of her own trance, Bebe clearly said, "You heard him, do your job!"

As the men mobilized, leaving in a hurry, the girl took a deep breath and walked forward. Passing Tweek and Craig, she turned towards them and said, "We need to get going. Otherwise, we might be too late."

"But Kenny-" Stan started.

"He'll be fine, you heard him, he said he was going to lie down." Narrowing her eyes, the girl, who really looked like a Valkyrie as she called, "We came here to save South Park? Well then we should do it, instead of standing around and pretending that the war is over just because one of our friends is hurt. Come on!"

Summoning his strength, Tweek grabbed Kenny's tiara and turned to Craig, who heaved himself to his feet as well. "She's right," Craig called, his voice steadying out. "Let's go."

As they followed Bebe, who led them up yet another staircase, Tweek was almost relieved to see the antechamber of the throne room. Who he wasn't as excited to see was Stan's dad, who hurried over to them before dropped to his knees before Butters. "Thank goodness, my favorite kid here. I need your help."

Staring in confusion at his own dad, Stan looked forward and Tweek, Craig, and Bebe before saying, "You guys go on ahead, we'll help my dad." Nodding once, Craig caught Tweek's hand in a warm grasp and pulled him along after Bebe, who hurried back out into the wind. Not letting himself be distracted by the sight of the ground looming beneath him, Tweek followed, his feet carrying him even when his body felt ready to give out.

As thunder rolled and lightning flashed, the three of them skidded to a stop in front of the throne of Clyde. The boy was sitting there, surrounding by warriors, the Stick of Truth in his hand. A manic smile had claimed his lips, and in his free hand, a syringe full of the green goo was held. Oh god, he's going to use that on himself! Tweek thought in terror, his blood going cold. We can't let that happen!

"So, you've finally got here," Clyde said, his voice a long, low drawl. Standing there before him, Tweek felt the tears once more threaten to overwhelm him but he forced them back.

"Just drop the Stick, Clyde," Craig growled, his tone dark. "Stop this, I'm an idiot for letting you get this far."

"But don't you see Craig?" Clyde asked, getting to his feet and spreading his arms wide. "It's all so amazing! Cartman? Kyle? Everyone else, they're all gone! We've almost won."

"Th-this isn't winning!" Tweek insisted, his eyes wide and terrified. "Please Clyde, don't -rrr- do this to us!" His heart was thumping so loudly, he could hear it in his throat. One of his best friends looked like they were on the peak of madness, and after what happened with Kenny, he couldn't watch anyone else suffer for it. "Just g-go home."

"I AM HOME!" Clyde yelled, his eyes wild. "I got thrown out, I got walked all over, but finally, I'm the one doing the walking over other people. They thought that they could stop me, well I'll show them!" Lifting the tube of green goo, the boy insisted, "Once I inject myself with this, I'll be able to get back at everyone who's ever hurt me! Hurt you and Craig!"

"We don't want this, you fucking idiot!" Craig called back. "Just drop that shit Clyde, you're going to get yourself killed. That's not fucking taco sauce and you know it." Clenching his fingers around Craig's hand tightly, Tweek twitched violently and nodded his head, praying that Clyde would just understand already before he got himself hurt.

"I won't die, Craig," the boy insisted, the crazed gleam in his eyes plain to Tweek. "I'll be fine, trust me. Things are going to get better soon, I just-"

"Clyde Donovan you stupid child what the hell do you think you're doing?" Craig and Tweek parted at once as Bebe blew past them. Storming straight up to Clyde, who's mouth fell open at the sight of the girl, Bebe got in his face and backhanded him across the jaw, no doubt pouring every bit of her many emotions into that one action. Tweek could hear it, and it made him want to wince.

As Clyde dumbly dropped the syringe so that he could rub at the side of his jaw, Bebe yelled, "You've been making everyone worry, you've been making my head hurt for days now, and now you're standing here saying you're going to turn yourself into a zombie just to prove a point?" Voice cracking, the girl cried, "I just want you to be okay! You don't have to prove yourself to anyone, just stop. Come back to us."

Shaking his head, Clyde insisted, "You don't get it Bebe, I can't stop. I have to finish the game, I have to-"

Quick as a snake, Bebe reached her hand forward and snatched the stick out of Clyde's hands. Before anyone could even guess as to what she was going to do, the girl brought the branch down across her knee. The sound of it snapping resonated through what must have been the whole yard, Tweek couldn't imagine that such a loud sound wouldn't have been heard everywhere. Like she hadn't just broke the most powerful object in the universe, Bebe tossed the broken halves of the stick off of the side of the castle and stared Clyde in the eyes.

"There, it's over," she stated into the silence. "You already won Clyde. Craig and Tweek already beat Cartman and Stan and Kyle and Kenny. You beat the game, just please, don't hurt me like this." As the words fell from her lips and it felt like the storm itself held its breath, the insanity cleared from Clyde's eyes, and his shoulders slumped as he stared at Bebe with those big, sorrowful brown eyes.

"I- I'm so sorry," Clyde said hoarsely. At the return of his friend, Tweek felt his heart start again and as Craig's hand tightened around his, the blond's insides swelled with joy.It's going to be okay, he realized. Because it's over.

As if the sky too was tired of holding its breath, the sky opened up and rain came pouring down on them. Safe as they were from the storm, Tweek shivered and looked around as the fires that had been sprouting up started to be put out and the fighting of the kids below started to die down into a less enthusiastic din.

"I'm sorry too," Bebe said softly, before standing on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on Clyde's cheek, then wrapping her arms around the brunet and holding him tight. Watching as his friend turned bright red before smiling tentatively and putting his arms around the girl that he liked so much, Tweek turned to Craig and found the Noirette already looking at him.

"We did it," Craig said softly, before lifting up his hand and running his fingers through Tweek's hair. Losing himself in that calming, wonderful experience, the blond shifted closer to Craig and leaned his head against the boy's chest, thankful to just be able to hear his heartbeat and feel his warmth.

"Yeah, w-we did," Tweek agreed, a smile stretching across his face despite everything. "It's over." Craig snorted, and Tweek could hear the smile in that single noise.

It was over, and that was enough for now.

A/N:Do you hear that?

It's the winds of change...

Yup, from here there are just going to be a few healing chapters of fluff, some interesting perspectives, and then yeah, we'll move on to Tweek x Craig.

You're fuckin' welcome.