"I have to go to school now, Tweek." Craig said, zipping up his jacket. "You're going to have to stay here."

Tweek nodded dumbly, entranced by the television. He had never liked school. "Okay."

Craig pet his friend's head gently. Hair came out in clumps and he discretely brushed them onto the floor. "My mom doesn't leave for work until nine so you're gonna be stuck here awhile. Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

"Remember to stay away from the windows, okay? Dad comes back at-"

"One." He finished. Tweek took Craig's hand in his and squeezed-

-until it cracked, pulling his friends warm, delicious smelling arm to his mouth, sinking his teeth into the pale, freckled skin. Warm blood filling his mouth and he ate and ate and ate and-

"I'll be fine, Craig."

"Okay. I believe you. Are you hungry?"

Starving. Please Craig, just a bite, a little bite. Please.

"Nope!" He popped the "p". "I'm fine."

A little bite wouldn't hurt. Just one little...

"Alright. I'll be back at four. The doors locked from the inside, so don't spaz out about being trapped forever. Goodbye." Craig slammed the door closed. Tweek rolled onto his back and examined the plain white bandages wrapped around his belly. The giant hole in his stomach had begun to smell. He stood on wobbly feet and staggered to the full length mirror. The large cut on his faith had been sloppily stitched closed with bright pink thread. He bared his teeth and snarled. He sighed, rubbing his temples. He didn't make a very convincing zombie.

He took a step back and held out his arms, moaning lowly.

The Red Racer pajamas didn't help.

Tweek shyly looked away from his reflection and took a deep breath. Just another thing he failed at, he supposed.

"Craig?" Tweek froze as Mrs. Tucker knocked at her son's door. "Haven't you left for school yet?" The TV quietly answered back. She sighed deeply. "Little shit, leaving his damn television on." She reached into her pocket and pulled out her key. Her son was a good kid, but like hell she was gonna let a teenage boy living under her roof own a heavy duty padlock without a spare key. Just as she suspected, the television was on full blast. "God, what the fuck is that smell?" She groaned, flipping the switch. Catherine Tucker shifted the basket of laundry to her other hip and began to pick up the scattered clothes. "When did we buy this blanket?" She wondered.

Tweek shifted uncomfortably from his place under the bed, peeking out between the cracks in the books. Mrs. Tucker stooped down close to pick up a sock.

"Oh my God!" He shrank back and quivered as she reached out for him. "I've been looking for this book." He sniffed the air. He could smell the sweet scent of her perfume, of baby powder, of her skin. He licked his lips and wriggled onto his side. Her fingers brushed the air inches away from his nose.

Just one bite...

He was so hungry, it was driving him insane. Craig never liked his mother much anyways. Catherine pulled away just as he snapped at her. He growled and she stood up. "Biggie?" She called out for the family dog. "Is that you, dumbass, what are you bitching about now?" The door slammed behind her. Tweek shimmied out the other side of the bed, clutching his unbeating heart.

He had almost, almost eaten Mrs. Tucker! God, she was like a second mother to him and he almost-

bit her, like an animal.

He stared at the mirror again and suddenly his reflection seemed much less silly and much more foreboding.

"He's doing much better today." Clyde whispered. Token nodded discretely. Craig picked delicately at his lunch, a soft almost undistinguishable smile on his face.

"Hey, Craig. Howya feelin'?"

"Good. Better."

"Th-th-that's good." Jimmy piped in.

"Mhmm."

"Hey, look, here comes Stan." Token said. Craig stiffened.

"Hey." The teen said awkwardly. "Can I talk to you for a sec...alone?"

Craig stared deeply into his chicken by-product before standing. He seemed to tower over the other despite the three or four inch height difference. He followed his counterpart outside, wind whipping at his trenchcoat. "What do you want?" He asked plainly.

"How are you?" Stan asked. "Feel any different? Any changes?"

"What are you blathering about?" His heart pounded against his throat. What did he know? Who did he tell?

"I just wanted to know if there was anything you'd like to tell someone...it's not good to keep secrets." Craig lunged forward and pushed him against the wall.

"That's enough." He hissed. "I don't know what you're playing at but you better stop before you end up in a very bad place." He dropped him and turned, walking quickly back into the warmth of the room as Stan scrambled back up.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

"What the fuck was that?" Token asked.

"Nothing, just Marsh being an asshole." All traces of a good mood had vanished. They all flinched as he plunged his spork deep into his food, growling deeply at the back of his throat.

"Woah, bro, calm down." Clyde soothed, patting him gently on the back.

"Y-yeah. He-he's not wo-worth it." Jimmy said.

"I know that!" He snapped. The bell rang and they all stood.

"Look, just don't think about him. I'll talk to Kyle and make sure Stan knows not to mess with you again." Token said calmly.

"Yeah! Or else he'll have us to deal with." Clyde boasted, flexing his muscles. Craig cracked a smile and the tension melted from the air. "We got your back, Craig!"

"Yeah. I know you guys do."

Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink.

Mr. Tweak looked up from his cup and smiled at Craig. "Hello there, son."

"Hello sir." They shook hands.

"How are you doing?"

"As well as I can be, sir. You?"

"I'm alive." He rubbed his forehead. "That must be something. What can I get for you?"

"Uh...black, with a shot of espresso."

His face fell. "An unusual combination."

Craig took his time to survey the store as Mr. Tweek began his order. It was empty, but would most likely be flooded with people in a few minutes or so. Craig had left school early to make sure he would be the first one there. He didn't want to deal with anymore questions from Stan. The small shop was warm and comfortable, with large cushiony chairs and pictures of its customers decorating the walls. Craig's own football sponsorship poster was hung right above the counter, along with Clyde and Token's.

All the pictures of Tweek had been removed.

"I'm back!" Mrs. Tweak poked her head around the corner. "Oh hello." She glanced at the clock and smiled. "A bit early to be out of school, isn't it?"

"Uh..."

She winked and laughed a high, tinkling laugh. "Well I won't tell anyone if you won't." Mr. Tweak handed Craig his coffee as Mrs. Tweak stared at him dreamily. She squeezed his cheeks fondly and he smiled. He had always loved Tweek's mom. He used to have the hugest crush on her when he was little.

"I always wanted a son." She sighed.

Wait, what the fuck?

WHAT...the...FUCK?

"Now, now, darling, Craig has to go do important high school things now."

"You had a-!"

"Goodbye now, Craig!"

"Bye-bye!"

He blinked in shock as he was pushed out the door. Tweek had always joked about his mother being unbalanced. At the time it had just seemed like a joke but that?

That was really fucking weird.

He hurried home, keeping his cup of coffee close to him. The wind had finally calmed down and the snow had stopped falling. The world was white, clean and beautiful. He let a silly, lovesick smile cross his face, taking just a moment to allow himself to be truly, completely happy. There was a spring in his step as he bounded into his house, drop kissed his little sister as she lay on the couch petting Smalls and made his way up the stairs. Then, just like everything else in his life, his mother had to go and ruin it.

"Craig!"

"Yeah, Ma?!" He screamed from the top of the stairs.

"Don't yell at me!"

Biggie barked furiously.

"Stop shouting!" Ruby yelled.

"Shut up Ruby!"

"Daaaaaaaaddy!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up!"

"Craig!"

"For fuck's sake, I'm coming!" Catherine tapped her foot furiously against the floor. She handed him an aerosol can.

"Do you know what this is?" She asked.

"Febreeze?"

"Yes! I want you to use it! Your room smells fucking disgusting!"

He narrowed his eyes. "You went into my room?"

"Yes!"

"No one is supposed to go into my room!"

"Shuuuuuuuut up!" Ruby moaned. "You're scaring Smalls!"

"You live under my roof, you obey my rules and my rules are use the fucking spray!" Mrs. Tucker snapped.

"Did you find anything?" Craig asked, clinging to the can.

"Besides a bunch of fucking dirty clothes and my book? No! What do you have up there?" She turned to stare at the ceiling. He could see the cogs turning in her head.

"Nothing! It's none of your business!"

"I'm your mother! Everything you do is my business!"

"I'll use the fucking spray, okay? Just don't go into my room anymore!" He fled without another word.

"Bet it's porn." Ruby snickered. Mrs. Tucker sighed.

"Shut up."

Craig turned the radio on and cranked it up to ten, not wanting his family to hear what was going on. "Tweek?" He called out. "I brought you coffee? Tweek?"

"Urgh..." Craig turned and paled.

The blonde lunged forward, snarling fiercely, teeth gnashing together loudly. His hair stuck up wildly and his eyes were glassy and bloodshot.

"Fuck! Tweek, pull it together!" Tweek moaned again, wobbling towards him. Craig was suddenly glad the accident had left Tweek with a broken leg, he never would have been able to outrun his trackstar friend without it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He threw the cup of coffee desperately. Tweek froze and blinked as it splattered open over his face. He breathed in deeply and licked his lips.

"Mm, coffee...what the hell, Craig? What? Aiy!"

Craig hugged him tightly. "You can't stay here anymore." He murmured.

"What? Why? Where will I go?" Tweek asked desperately.

"I don't know but my mom's asking questions. Didn't you notice her walking in earlier?"

"I hid!" He protested.

And tried to eat her...

"Well next time she's not gonna just look around. And there are only so many places you can hide."

Not to mention you just tried to kill me...

"Okay, Craig. Whatever you think."

"We'll figure it our. Hey, are you hungry?"

The smell of hamburgers began to waft through the air.

"Starving. But I've got a weird request."

"What do you want now?" Mrs. Tucker asked angrily.

"I'm here to help you." Craig said. He rolled up his sleeves. "What do you need?"

"You can set-"

"I'll make the hamburgers while you go relax." He pushed his wide eyed mother out of the kitchen.

"Did Craig just offer to make dinner?" Ruby asked, shocked. She nodded dumbly. "Do...do you think he's going to poison us?"

"Right now," She huffed, sitting down on the couch, "I don't really give a fuck."

"Done! I'm not hungry!" Craig yelled over his shoulder.

"You were in there for thirty seconds!"

"I'm a fast cook!"

Tweek dug happily into his raw hamburger meat. It was cold from the freezer and missing the sweet smell of human blood but it curbed his appetite nicely. He ate quickly and viciously, digging his teeth into his own palms as he bit down. The taste of formaldyhyde stung his throat and he gagged before going back for more. Craig watched quietly.

Had his fingernails always been that long?

Sighing contently, Tweek licked his fingers. "That was good. Thank you."

"No problem." Craig tried to look away from his friend's eyes. They were large in his pale, drawn face and glittered strangely. A shiver ran down his back. "Now we have to find a place for you to stay." He paused. "I think I have an idea."

Alright, readers, from here on out everything is up to you.

1. Should I bring more characters into this, or should I focus around Craig and Tweek?

2. Is Tweek going to continue deteriorating or can he survive off animals?

3. Is Stan going to be a major character in this?

Tell me what you think. I love new ideas.

The first person to tell me who/what Ruby's cat and the dog are named after gets a oneshot of their choosing.

This week is going to be hopefully filled with updates as my sister recovers from her stomach flu.