Craig slowly yet urgently points to the side of the room, and I understand what he means. Mr Tucker sits Ruby on the desk and starts lecturing her, while she stares at him with a bored look. She looks exactly like Craig when she does that. I edge over to the area near the counter. Craig follows shortly. Our arms are outstretched due to the large distance presently between us.

"HEY!" Mr Tucker suddenly shouts, and my head snaps to see that he's found his wallet on Ruby. I wonder how and why she took it. I glance back at my significant other; and watch in horror as the sudden yell scares Craig so much that he shoots around and knocks over a lone glass with his arm. We both cringe as it smashes onto the floor. Craig and I both automatically duck down as to not be seen. "What the hell?" Hearing Mr Tucker's deadly footsteps approaching, Craig quickly crawls to me, and grabs my collar urgently. He pulls me around the corner, out of sight, just as Mr Tucker looks around the counter to inspect the broken glass. Craig suddenly reaches into my pocket, making me stiffen. He finds the key to the handcuffs and unlocks them.

"The desk, get under that damn desk!" Craig hisses as quietly as possible, pointing to Mr Tucker's desk not far away. Ruby is still sitting on it, giggling at us in this helpless situation. I ignore her and quickly get under the desk, praying that Mr Tucker didn't hear me.

"Ruby, what are you laughing at?" I hear him ask. I impatiently gesture for Craig to get under the desk with me, but he shakes his head. He points in the direction of Mr Tucker, mouthing 'As if I'm gonna risk that!'.

"I'm not laughing at anything." Ruby answers merrily, and I can hear her swinging legs banging on the desk in order to piss me off. She succeeds. I assume Mr Tucker goes back to cleaning up the glass, because Craig decides to sneak over next to me. There isn't room for us both to fit under the desk, so he just sits as close as he can to me, beside the chair.

"Ruby, honestly, you need to start acting more grown up. Denying things is not the answer."

"Yessir!" Craig and I's mouths drop open in alarm as we realize Mr Tucker is coming to sit at the desk. We freeze when he stops at the side of it to continue speaking to Ruby.

"Where's Tweek?"

"Back at the room we were sleepin' in!"

"Don't lie to me! A nurse told me that the security went to get him, and that a kid escaped with him. Who was it? Where are they? Where's Craig? Where's Tweek? Where are my damn sons, Ruby?" I'm no longer your son, Mr Tucker.

"…Closer than you think, daddy."

"Don't give me that! Where are they? And why the hell are you suddenly so much better?" Ruby doesn't answer, and Craig and I watch Mr Tucker's feet appear. Shit, he's gonna kick Craig when he sits down! Not having any other option, Craig scrambles under the desk with me, but since there's not space for both of us, he's basically squished so much on top of me that our noses are touching. HOLY FUCK, MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE!

Craig and I flinch when we hear the thump of Ruby jumping from the desk onto the floor.

"I'm angry!" Ruby declares childishly, purposely kicking the side of the desk. It jolts Craig so much that he's forced to kiss me. Great, my first kiss with Craig has ended up like this. We quickly try pull away from each other, blushing. Though, it's a bit difficult to do that, as well as avoid each other's gaze, what with how cramped this damn desk is. Why does Mr Tucker have such a midget desk? He's a psychologist, for God's sake! "Why are you angry, Ruby?"

"Because you won't go away!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Leave! Take me to a bed! I'm tired! Carry me! I want us to leave this room! Now!" I frown at Ruby throwing a bunch of commands at Mr Tucker. Is he really gonna listen to a mini-tantrum like that?

"Alright, fine…" Apparently, yes. Mr Tucker sighs, getting up and scooping Ruby up. She yelps at the sudden movements. "But I'm not going to hear another peep out of you today. I'm going to pack up my things, and then we're going home. You hear me?"

"Yes, daddy." As soon as we hear the door shut, we spring away from each other, sprawling out on the floor and breathing heavily.

"Tweek Tweak… I tell you… that was not how I planned for our first kiss to be." Craig states, pushing himself up on his knees.

"Same with me, Craig Tucker, same with me." I reply shakily, dazed at the fact that I actually just kissed him. "Craig, we should g-

I pause in mid sentence when I touch him. His shoulder is trembling. I look up at his face and see that he's frowning his narrowed eyes at the wall, covering his mouth partly. I catch a tint of red still on his cheeks. I waver in disappointment upon seeing him. My hands drops back to my side, and I look at the tiled floor. "You're… having second thoughts, huh? About being with a boy?" Craig's head snaps up, and he looks at me in disbelief.

"Tweek, forgive me for this." I cringe at the words; and suddenly, Craig grabs my collar and makes me face him. He slaps me across the face, though pretty lightly. "Are you a fucking idiot? Having SECOND THOUGHTS!? What are you thinking?"

"B-But, just now, you looked so-

"I was shocked, stupid! You have any idea how many times I was forced to kiss Milly? To think," Craig avoids eye contact, thinking of what to say. It's strange for me to see such a change in him. I've never seen him so flushed… and desparate, I guess you could say. This is such a huge transformation from the person I met on 'Bring Your Kid to Work Day'. "To think… doing the same thing with someone I have feelings for… makes such a difference… I can't believe it," I waver at Craig's words. "I was just really happy, that's all. You were saying we need to go, so let's go." I nod in agreement, beyond relieved that Craig still likes me. He was right; I was stupid to assume that.

"But the handcuffs…" Craig hastily shoves them into his pocket, smirking.

"You'll just have to hold my hand, won't you?"

"I see what you did there, you sneaky ass, but alright." I take Craig's hand, and we leave the dimly lit room. I'm stuck by instant blindness, as is Craig.

"Just wait a little. I need to adjust." I hear him say. We wait in silence for a moment, then without warning, Craig bolts around the corner, pulling me with him. By the time we get too the damn stairwell, I've stumbled about ten million times. "Ok, we're gonna have to be really careful here. If you trip, then I'm coming down with you. And then we're screwed." Craig starts to edge down the stairs, and I shortly follow, clinging to both him and the barrister. Craig unfortunately slips and we both tumble down the bottom of that flight. We weren't very high, thank God, but it still hurt. And since I landed on Craig, it must've hurt much more for him.

"Dear God, are you alright?" I whisper. Craig silently pushes himself up, while I try to aid him. "Craig?"

"I'll live. I'm just glad you didn't get injured. Let's continue. We've got one more flight." Despite Craig's objections, I lead the way this time, though I do it much more slowly and carefully than he was previously. We get to the ground floor soon enough. Craig gently pushes his way in front of me and peeks out the door, into the lobby.

"What do you see?"

"It's pitch black in there. Only a little bit of moonlight. The receptionists are all trying to find a flashlight, I think." Craig leans out the door more, stretching his body to be able to see to the opposite side of the lobby. "The camera people are still passed out."

"Let's go, then." Craig nods, slams the door open, and we both start to sprint across the marble floors. Might as well damn ice skate, what with how damn polished they are. None of the ladies notice us, which is lucky. But when we quickly exit the main doors, I stop abruptly. Craig slips, almost falling again.

"Tweek? What is it? It's freezing out here, you know!" I stare at the hospital, strangely re-collective Though I hate this place more than anywhere else in the world, I did basically grow up here. This place has been my home for the past four, almost five years. Despite the wierdness of it, part of me doesn't want to leave. I have a special connection with this hospital, as all the patients do.

I was taught that when I first had to come here.

"Mr Tweak, your son has severe anxiety. He also stutters, and have you not seen his shaking?"

"Is… is there any way to cure it? Or at least help it?" I looked up at my dad in curiosity. I didn't know the word 'anxiety' then. It wasn't my fault. I hadn't started school yet, due to the shit happening in my family.

"You can give him drugs, but it won't cure it." I felt my dad squeeze my hand harder, and it made me realize whatever was going on wasn't good.

"Then I want them. Whatever's best for my son." Dad hesitated as he said the last part, I remember.

"Yes, I'll prescribe them to you now." The doctor got up and started to do some paperwork. This appointment was not long after I'd began speaking again, so at least my dad could communicate with me.

"You alright?"

"I-I-Is mommy c-coming b-back s-s-s-soon?" He'd told me she was in the hospital, but I'd started to suspect that she was dead. I'd seen her body. I wasn't blind.

"No, she needs to stay in there for a while." I gritted my teeth, glaring at the floor, suddenly furious. I'd never been so angry in my life. How dare he try to lie to me once again about my beloved mommy?

"You're a liar," I state, my stuttering temporarily disappearing. The doctor stops writing, and my dad puts a hand on my shoulder, bending down to my eye level.

"What did you say, Tweek?"

"I SAID YOU'RE A LIAR! YOU LIED TO ME! MOMMY'S DEAD! SHE ISN'T COMING BACK!" I screamed and pushed him away, leaping off my chair and trying to run out of the room. The doctor suddenly turned into an olympist and grabbed me by the arm. I struggled more than anything, so much that my dad had to come and restrain me as well. I hysterically pulled my arm away from the doctor's grasp and punched my father in the face to get him away from me. I froze in fright when I saw him quivering on the floor, raising a hand to his cheek. The realization hit me. I'd hit my own father, my lovely, nice daddy, in the face.

I burst out crying then, my fury seeping away in a mere second, replaced by a fountain of pure sadness. My dad quickly stood up, took the papers from the shaky doctor with one arm, picked me up with the other, and bolted out of there. When we got home, dad had to wipe my face since I'd been crying so much. I let him, dazed. The way I'd acted earlier was so unusual. But then again, having mom gone was strange to me as well. Dad carried me upstairs, changed me into comfortable clothing, and set me down for a nap. I fell asleep right away.

I awoke suddenly, I think about an hour later, for no apparent reason. I slowly got out of bed and got on all fours, pressing my ear to the fuzzy carpet. After a moment of silence, I decided that yes, my father was indeed speaking to someone downstairs. Arming myself with a stuffed dog, I crept downstairs and peeked into the living room. A cop was speaking to my father.

"Just admit it. He needs to go there."

"But… But it'll traumatize him!"

"This child pushed his mother down the stairs, didn't he? He has to go! We could never let such a child roam the streets!" My dad noticed me watching them, and gestured for me to come over.

"Tweek, say hello to the lovely police man." I did as he said and nodded hello. Barely. The cop stood up and walked closer to me.

"So this is the kid?" I flinched, knowing the cop wanted to 'take me somewhere'. Just as the man was about to touch me, I screamed, staring straight at him. The two men jumped, and I sprinted to my room, still hollering my head off and clutching my stuffed dog as if it were a vital organ.

I basically trashed my room, tearing my blue onesie off during my fit as well, leaving me with only underwear on. Exhausted, I eventually collapsed onto my messed up bed and continued yelling into my pillow. Yelling random things, things that made me happy, things that made sense, things that a five (almost six) year old shouldn't say. I just wanted words to scream out. Once I finally calmed down enough to stop shouting nonsense, I sat up, sprawling my legs out. I took a precious photo of my mom from under my pillow and stared at it for a long time. For a frail second, I'd forgotten her face. I wanted to memorize it forever.

A single tear ran down my cheek, I remember. But other than that, I don't think I cried then.

Wanting to see my father, I rolled off the bed, purposely landing on the floor. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, before standing up and wrapping my blankie around myself. It was so big, that there was even enough fabric to cover my head like a little hood. I marched downstairs, confident. Hearing my daddy in the kitchen, I snuck in. He must've heard me come in, but he still pretended to be surprised when I popped out and went 'RAWWRR' like a dinosaur.

"Oh no, it's a dangerous t-rex!" I giggled cheekily, happy he was playing along. Though, soon my father's smile disappeared as he observed me. I dropped my blankie in disappointment, and upon seeing that I'd ripped my clothes off, he lowered his head. "Go to your room, son." He said, not raising it.

"M-Mm!" I nodded in obedience and went back up to my room. I played with my toys for a while, I think, before falling asleep. My dad said he found me face down on the floor, fast asleep in the morning.

"Tweek," My dad said after dinner the next day. I looked at him inquiringly. "I have a little pill I'd like you to swallow, 'kay?"

"P-Pill?"

"Medicine." I cringed, having never liked medicine. Nevertheless, I nodded, indicating that I would take it. He gave me a little white pill (I'm pretty sure it was a sedative), and a glass of water. Honestly, the first time, I did manage to swallow it, though I gagged a little.

Within minutes, I was passed out in my bed, and when I freaking woke up, I wanted to go back to sleep straight away. I hated that feeling, and I still do; so the next day, I outright refused to take it again. My dad just said 'ok' the first time. But, the day after that, he said I had to take it for else I wasn't allowed to eat dinner. I hated missing dinner, so I hid it under my tongue, and spat it out when he wasn't looking. I did this every day for about a week. My dad saw that the drugs weren't affecting me, so he went and got liquid medicine.

Pft, that sure didn't work out. I full out spat it onto the table the first time he gave it to me. Mostly because of the taste. I figured out that it was going to do the same thing to me as those strange white pills, so in the middle of the night, I took the bottle out of the cabinet, went outside, and buried it in the snow. Dad thought he somehow lost it, so he went and got some more. Knowing that he was just going to get more either way, I decided to show him that no matter what he did, I wasn't going to swallow it. So I smashed the bottle right in front of him; and then went back up to my room. He went and got one more. That one was so easy. I just knocked it over, picked it up again, and poured it down the drain before my dad could stop me.

Having no other option, he took me to that doctor again, and they tried to give me a shot. I won't say exactly what I did, but let's just say they both had a lot of bruises the next day.

Dad let me roam free for the next few days, but then suddenly, he stopped me from playing, put all my things away, and dressed me in 'going-out' clothes.

"Wh-Where are w-w-we going?" I asked timidly, since he looked so solemn.

"Out."

"B-But where?"

"…" Dad didn't answer then. He picked me up and put me in the car, refusing to even make eye contact.

By the time we got to the mental hospital, I was kicking and screaming because the journey was so long. Any five year old would do that. Dad told me to be quiet, so I shut up. What struck me was that he didn't carry me. Usually when we went to places I didn't know, he would have to hold me. All he did this time was hold my hand and drag me along into the building.

When we got inside, my dad immediately went to the front desk and started speaking with the lady there. I looked around in curiosity, and narrowed my eyes at the security people, watching the cameras intensely. Just what kind of place was this?

"Tweek," I turned back to my dad. "I have to go now. These people are going to take care of you." My eyes widened immensely.

"Wh-What?"

"You're going to stay here for a while, ok?"

"B-B-Bu-

"You're sick." My dad suddenly said in a stern tone. "You need to get better. I can't handle you alone. You need special care; here."

"I-I'll take the p-pills! T-T-Take me home!" I thought it was only going to be for a week; even so, I was still desperate to go home.

"It's alright, son. I'll come back once you're better." That was it. Dad left right after he said that, not even giving me a hug or kiss goodbye. In my shock, a nurse suddenly came up and grabbed me.

"Come on." She said hardly. I stared at her, my emotions in a mix of fear, anger, and outrage. A lady (that nice Sylvia chick) that was at the front desk suddenly stood up. She must've seen my shaking and assumed it was because I was afraid.

"Um, how about I take him up? He seems to be really scared, and we wouldn't want him to snap, would we? It would just encourage the other patients." After a long moment of silence, the nurse gave a small nod. Sylvia smiled and went roud the desk, crouching to my eye level. "Hello, sweetie. What's your name?"

"T-Tweek." I noticed her flinch slightly at who I was, but she didn't comment. Taking my hand, she led me to the elevator. I watched in astonishment as the doors automatically closed. I don't think I'd ever been in one before.

"Come, you need to get some medicine." In other words, I needed to be sedated so I didn't cause trouble. On their first days, kids tend to act out, and that makes other patients act out too. Sylvia led me to the room where kids get their shots. Everyone stared at me for being in normal clothes. I stared back because they were all in the same clothes. A nurse nodded upon seeing me, and gestured for Sylvia to bring me over. Sylvia nodded and brought me closer. "Tweek, would you be a dear and roll up your sleeve?"

"Doesn't this kid act out when you try to give him injections?" The nurse asked doubtfully, surprised I actually listened and pulled up my sleeve.

"He seems to be doing fine now." I didn't know what was going on, but I knew they were drugging me somehow. I just about shit my pants when the nurse hesitantly whipped out a needle. Gasping loudly and trying to run away, I almost fell over in the rush. "Calm down, it'll only hurt for second." Sylvia said reassuringly. I shook my head, screaming internally.

No, NO, NO!

Before I could even react, the nurse quickly stuck the needle into my arm and injected the sedative. I blinked in amazement.

I don't remember the details of what happened afterwards, but when I opened my eyes, I was in my cell. Sylvia was gone, and all I had was a large array of boys watching me. A boy in my neighboring cell, knocked on the glass separating us. I sat up and weakly went over to him, respecting him since he was slightly older than me. Today I know him as simply Bradley. "Why are you in here?" I shrugged, not completely sure myself. I noticed I was in that white uniform I'd seen on the children earlier. "Do you cut yourself?" I shook my head in surprise. Why on Earth would someone do that? "Do you see things others can't see?"

"N-No."

"Ah, so you stutter?" I assumed stuttering was the way I spoke, so I nodded. "Do you have anxiety?" I remembered the doctor mentioning something like that, so I nodded again.

"Oh, that makes sense."

"B-But it's alright. M-M-My daddy's c-coming back to get m-m-m-me when I-I'm better." Lots of the older kids laughed, and the younger ones looked on in bewilderment.

"Wait, so you think he's coming to get you? Hahaha! You're so stupid!" That's when it hit me. My dad wasn't coming back. These kids hadn't seen their parents in a long time. I was stuck in this place forever. Well, that drained my hopes pretty damn quick, I'll say.

"So what's your name?" I looked up into the kid's eyes, having changed from a naive, pompous little kid, into a knowing, realistic person within mere seconds.

"My name is Tweek Tweak."

"Tweek? Are you alright? Come on, it's freezing out here!" I snap back to reality and look at Craig.

"You're…" Craig frowns, dropping open his mouth and waiting for me to continue. "You're actually here, right? I'm not dreaming right?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" I shake my head.

"It's nothing. Come on, let's go!" Craig nods, and we begin to look for the other. Kenny suddenly pop out from a bush.

"GUYS!" Craig and I both scream, clinging to each other. "Jesus Christ, you took forever! We're just about goddamn frozen out here!" I notice Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Butters shivering behind him.

"Where're the stupid duo?"

"I don't know where Token and Clyde are, Craig!" Kenny yells in anger.

"WE'RE HERE! WE'RE HERE!" Clyde and Token suddenly run up behind us, panting.

"Ok, let's get to the damn parking lot. I'm freezing my ass off. Everyone nods, and we begin to make our way over there. I frown in confusion.

"Can one of you drive?"

"Stan can." Kenny answers, stopping all of us outside a car. "Cartman, hurry your ass up and get the keys out. Cartman nods, fumbling in his pocket. He stiffens, before searching in the other pocket. My mouth drops open, and Kenny shakily rubs his temple. "Tell me you didn't lose the keys."

"I-I didn't lose the keys." Cartman says, now shuffling through his jacket's pockets.

"CARTMAN! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU LOST THE DAMN KEYS!"