They had pointed hats that dripped with blood and teeth longer and sharper than a sharks. Their bony hands tightened around his throat, constricting the flow of air as a maniacal laughter rent the air. Their sharp, filed-to-point nails broke the skin, causing a strangled sort of scream to rip past the blonde's lips as he struggled under their smaller bodies.
They started chanting his name in sing-song voices and, finally, with a mighty heave, Tweek lunged forward, eyes flying open as he gasped for breath, body drenched in a frigid sweat, fingers finding his neck and rubbing before he twisted his shaking hands into his hair, pressing his face into his knees.
"It's okay, Tweek, it was just a dream." A voice muttered to his side, wrapping a warm arm around the others boney shoulders and pulling him close.
Craig was used to waking up to his scream of panic. He was used to the nightmares that plagued Tweek's sleep. "It was just a dream."