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So here's the 8th instalment of this little series.

Going a bit unusual with Cleek vs. Creek but I adore Clyde so meh

Cleek vs Creek

No one knew until the day after that Tweek Tweak had gone missing.

His parents assumed that he was staying at a friend's house. He often did to escape their constant fighting.

His friends assumed that the reason for Tweek ignoring their text was due to his fear of painful arthritis of the thumb caused by too much texting, not that he had been taken in the quiet town of South Park.

The mystery was how did Tweek go missing? He would never run away, he had a fear of foreign places. He would not willingly go with a stranger, that was obvious, nor could he be taken by force. You see, Tweek Tweak continued boxing long after his infamous fight with Craig. He could take a man down thrice his size.

He also carried a gun.

So, the suspects became those close to the blonde spaz.

His parents were cleared as a neighbour testified to hearing them fighting all night.

Token Black, the only black kid in South Park, was cleared due to his parents having forced him to practise his instruments and do his homework.

Craig Tucker was a prime suspect. His apathetic personality, his potential for violent fits of rage. And the fact that no one could confirm that he was at Stark's Pond at the time of disappearance.

Clyde Donovan was also a prime suspect. His over emotional ways told the authorities that he could just snap. Everyone knew he was a big softie, but the police wouldn't hear it. Clyde also had no one to confirm where he was at the time of disappearance.

The police investigated for months. They interviewed the suspects over and over again. They followed possible sightings just to find them to be false leads. And then they gave up. They gave up on the blonde boy with the wide eyes. And Tweek's case was left unsolved.

This was devastating news to his friends. Especially Clyde.

Clyde was so devastated due to the fact that he and the blonde had been dating for 3 months. In secret of course. Tweek couldn't handle the pressures of being openly gay. He'd get eaten alive.

And over these 3 months, Clyde had grown to deeply love the boy. He loved the way he twitched when he was nervous. He loved the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating. He loved the look on his face when he took a sip of coffee, like he just found the gateway to heaven.

But Clyde knew he wasn't in heaven now. It was just a gut feeling, but he believed his little spaz was still alive. Somewhere cold and suffering. It broke Clyde's heart. It broke his heart so much that he no longer had any tears left to shed. He was all cried out.

So he became a detective. Token said he should just give up, he was hurting himself more. But Clyde was determined. Clyde also had seen unusual happenings over the last few weeks.

He had seen Craig disappear into the wilderness for 4th and 5th period. Clyde could be mistaken, this could have been happening his entire life, he could be pretty oblivious. But he was getting desperate for his Tweekers. So he followed Craig one day.

It took half an hour to drive to their destination, an old decaying cabin in the middle of nowhere. Clyde parked his car in some trees down the road. He did trust Craig not to do anything but he was a good friend. And good friends don't stalk other friends on the possibility that they have something to do with the disappearance of their one true love.

Clyde snuck close to the old cabin, ducking from tree to tree. He finally settled below a windows whose glass had long been beaten out. He sat for a while, staring at a piece of wood that looked about right to fall right on him, wondering if he was really so desperate to question the innocence of a friend.

He was about to slink his way back to his car, maybe drown this guilt in a taco on the way back to school, when he heard a noise. This noise could be mistaken for the creaking of the old cabin. It could even be mistaken as Craig cracking his knuckles (something he was known to do since Tweek's disappearance). But Clyde knew better. He knew it was the small squeak that would escape his beloveds lips. This squeak would only occur when Tweek was so terrified, like in the middle of the night when the monsters were creeping upon him, that he could no longer make a noise pass his lips. All he could do was sit in fear, hoping for the monsters to disappear.

Clyde looked in the window. Tweek was lying in chains on the floor, even skinnier and paler than he was before the disappearance, with Craig a mere inch from his face. Craig's hand was in his blond locks as he forced their lips together in a painful clash. Large drops fell from the poor blonde's eyes as that squeak once again left his lips.

"It's so nice we're finally together. I've never been so happy". While Craig said that he was so happy, his face portrayed nothing. Those lips were set in the slight frown as usual and those cold blue eyes showed nothing but calculating precision. Same old Craig. Who happened to tie up one of his best friend as he had a misguided obsession with the boy.

Clyde took all this in, from his hiding place below the window, in an increasing horror. Craig. The one person who Tweek trusted as much as himself. The one person who loved Tweek just as much as Clyde. Although, apparently, he loved the boy a little too much.

Don't worry, Tweek. I'll save you from this monster.

Clyde crept along the wall, towards the entrance of the cabin. He picked up a piece of rotten wood and charged the entrance. One swift blow to the head was all it took to knock Craig out. Clyde was apart of the football team after all.

Things from then on out were as expected.

Clyde freed Tweek from his bonds, kissing him and telling him how glad he was that he was alive. That they could continue their lives as normal.

The cops hauled Craig Tucker off to prison, the jury convicted him within an hour, and this was where he rotted until the day he died. This day came far too fast, as he ended his own life in remorse for what he did to his friend. No one could even see the trouble the boy with the cold blue eyes was in.

But, perhaps, wasn't expected was Tweek and Clyde's lack of happily ever after. Clyde tried, oh yes the sweet innocent boy tried, but whatever he did Tweek would push him away. He assumed this was due to the trauma Tweek had been through. That he did not feel safe to get close to anyone. But Clyde was besotted with the boy. He has never given up. Not until the day that they found Tweek hanging in his bedroom, shortly after Craig had died in jail.

You see, it was not that Tweek felt as though he couldn't get close to no one. No. It was just that he felt close to only one person. The person who had held him captive for three months, in cold and unclean conditions. He fell for the boy in that time and has felt close to him ever since. Death was just another way to be close to the boy with the calculating stare who held him captive.

I believe they call it Stockholm syndrome.

Hell. This took way longer to post than expected.

And initially, Clyde was meant to win. But I think I'll call this a win for Creek. In a way.

Next post will be another Dip vs Chip, with a Christmas theme, or ,maybe another one if someone gives me a good enough prompt.

Thanks for reading!