A/N: This deals with the subjects of drugs and addiction. It contains some mature content. Some pairings include Creek, a pinch of Twyle later, and some K2 and other random hinted pairings that are insignificant. It's for the most part about Tweek.

So yeah. Please review this if you can, I'm curious to what you think, and I want to add more, but I figure there's no real point of no one's particularly interested (even though I know I'll update it regardless because I just like to write LOL).

This style is a little different. Idk. It just seems to reflect thoughts on the whole thing better for me. I don't even know if there will be direct dialogue. Maybe I'll just experiment and write each chapter in a different style, I don't freaking know IGNORE ME alright.

So yeah. Enjoy.~

Tweek separates pale powder from his vial with care onto the desk of his home with a level of anxiety. Craig has stated that it will calm him and his trust in Craig is what leads him to these experimentations in the first place. Weed had not been a bad choice; it calmed him enough that his twitching subsided. He has some scepticisms with this new drug, ideally that it is a drug at all - but weed was a drug too, and he has felt no harm from those experiences.

Clyde says that this is legal in some parts of Canada. Namely the bigger city, Toronto - which is enough to tell Tweek that it should be okay. Weed is legal in Canada, to his knowledge, and weed has never done him wrong before. Kenny uses this new drug a lot and he seems alright all the time. His friends do now, too - Stan and Kyle had been less willing to co-operate. Craig claims they needed 'work'. To Tweek, this is Craig's way of implying the power of persuasion. Cartman does not do the drugs, but he does sell them - Craig has taken up his forte in much of the same way.

Hence, the white power in thin lines across his desk.

With careful calculation Tweek scrapes the powder away in streams. He scoops it carefully back into its vial, with Craig's earlier lesson teaching him how much was a liable dose to give him the calming results he needed. Craig likes to play doctor with Tweek, and Tweek doesn't mind; Craig wants to help, because they're friends - more exclusively, boyfriends. That's what matters.

He lines up his straw and takes the first line, pausing for dramatic effect. Craig enters and sits by him, praising him for doing it all on his own. Tweek is further comforted, but feeling no results. Craig tells him to wait, and he does with a level of obedience only Craig has over him.

His hands find the table and his sense stuff up. He sniffs a good number of times to loosen the powder at the back of his nose. He his not looking for a rush, and Craig relays to him multiple times that this isn't cocaine. It's not going to make him jitter. Just relax.

Numbness creeps over him like submersing into a tub of cool water. Tweek tests his tongue against his lips, barely feeling their warmth as he tries to ignore the sudden unsettling taste at the back of his throat. He mentions this to Craig and Craig assures him this is normal: the remnants occasionally drip down the back of the throat and that's just what they're called; drips. Tweek muses, entertained by the fact that that inside of his mouth is numb. If he is still twitching, he can't feel it. He relaxes his body against the chair as the lights seem brighter and the quiet hum around his room is replaced with muffled and comfortable silence.

Tweek hears his name and turns. Craig looks at him and smiles. Then, he laughs, and Tweek laughs too, not really understanding why. He informs Tweek that it took him a whole minute to respond, and Tweek chortles more, entirely content. This is comfortable - more comfortable than weed. He is satisfied and he feels a tingling in his arms that makes his eyes cast down because the rest of him is sluggish. Moments later Craig kisses him and he melts into the comfortable and strange affections. Abruptly he gains a desire to stand, and he does just that.

The world teeters a bit in his vision. This at first he is not sure if he likes, but as he takes a few steps, his feet give him the impression that he is walking on a trampoline, and he vocalizes his excitement to Craig, who grins and nods. Tweek enjoys his ability to convey sentences without stumbling. His anxieties have for the most part subsided to be replaced with this new feeling of wonder and giddy humour. He stumbles abruptly, almost crash-landing into the floor. Craig laughs from the sidelines and stands up, again reassuring him the normalcy. Occasionally one's balance is lost because it is a tranquilizer.

Tweek gropes for the name of the drug he's on and he turns to Craig curiously after a prolonged moment of thought. Craig relays to him that it is called 'ketamine'. Veterinarians use it as a tranquilizer for animals. People like to call it 'K', or for the previous reason, 'kitten'. Tweek laughs at the prospect of sniffing kittens and Craig joins him in his chuckles. They flop into bed, the vertigo sending his mind into a pleasurable whirl. He half-lids his eyes as he enjoys his high and Craig's touches, almost unfamiliar under the blanketed effects of his new sense of peace - ketamine.