A/N: This fic is heavily influenced by music. You can obviously still read and enjoy without it but I strongly recommend listening to the provided playlist. I will note in the text when a particular song's section starts. The songs and order are below. Hypster playlists/userid/5440908?7252565 .

You're Not Alone - Saosin

The Anthem- Good Charlotte

Seven Deadly Sins - Flogging Molly

Pegboard Nerds - Hero

Closing Time - Semisonic

I Miss You - Blink 182

Human - Jon Bellion

Tetris - Dr P

Rather Be - Clean Bandit

Walking the Dog - Fun.

While We're Young - Jhene Aiko

Tweek braved the cold alone and began walking aimlessly down the road. He like the cold, it helped slow is over worked brain. He hummed a little tune and inhaled deeply. No one, save for him, was insane enough to be out in this cold. All of the towns folk were inside with their families or making a mad dash to tidy up before everyone got there.

A lone starling called in the sky and caught Tweek's attention. He smiled as it landed on the crow's nest of the rusted metal pirate ship that sat in the park. "Stupid bird. That's for crows not starlings." he laughed and watched the steam from his breath waft into the air. He made his way toward the playground and let his mind wander to all of the games they used to play here: ninjas, pirates, superheros, and that game about that stupid stick. Tweek stopped in his tracks. Pirates? We played pirates. Right here. In the freaking park. "I'm a fucking moron." He mumbled to himself and bolted to the metal vessel. He skirted the ship and looked for any clues and found nothing. He bit his lip and bounced on the balls of his feet as he though about where the next clue could be. On a whim he got not his knees and crawled underneath the rope ladder to the 'brig'. He waited a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and began searching. "Bingo." he whispered and made his way to a darkened corner.

There was a bright red 'X' spray painted into the the wood chipping that covered the play area. Tweek swiped away the wood and found fresh turned Earth underneath. He searched the dim space for something he could use to dig into the frozen ground. Near the opening of the underbelly of the ship he found a trowel taped to the metal with the words 'can u dig it' etched into the side of the ship. Tweek sighed and began to dig. It took longer than expected since the ground was frozen but after a few moments he finally unearthed an old Xbox box. He shook off the dirt and tore it open. Inside was an envelope labeled '2' and folded piece of clothing. Tweek plopped onto the hard packed ground and popped open the envelope.

Arg ye land lovin scoundrel. Tats sum might fine diggin ye did. Yer in possession of some might fine booty now.

(Play track 2 by Flogging Molly)

Ha. I see you found the treasure. Remember the good ol days when all we had to do was pick a side or pick what game we were going to play? I miss those days.

I know you lost my last hoodie and are too embarrassed to admit it. Thats ok. Here is another one. I havent washed it in like... ever so it reeeealy smells like me. haha. On to the next.

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Are you read for a Civil War?

Tweek bobbed his head to the beat if is favorite Flogging Molly song and reread Craig's note. What does philosophy and history have in common? Could it be at the school? No... its closed up right now. Tweek took a pull from his thermos and pressed Craig's hoodie to his nose. The smell of patchouli and cigarettes greeted him as he inhaled the intoxicating scent. Tweek quickly pulled off his heavy coat and pulled on the hoodie. He paused and wrapped his arms around himself wishing the owner of the jacket was here to do the same. After a few moments the cold set in and he pulled his heavy coat on over his new found treasure and made his way out of the ship.

To Craig: I SWEAR I DIDNT LOSE IT.

To Tweek: dude. you wouldnt take it off for weeks and now your too cool to wear my shit?

To Tweek: not likely. You lost it.

To Craig: I did not. Its in my rooms... somewhere.

To Craig: W/e. Ruby is trying to burn the house down with the Turkey fryer. g2g.

At the mention of turkey fry Tweek's mind went haywire. He called his boyfriend in a panic.

"Craig! whatareyoudoing? Oh god. T-The fires those things start! Do you know how many times the explode! OH GOD! Your going to fucking die."

"Tweek. Calm down." Craig listlessly answered his phone. "We're fine. Only frozen ones explode. This is outside. Away from everyone and the house."

Tweek let out a calming breath. "A-are you sure its thawed? What if the middle is still frozen? Its like a ticking time bomb!"

"I promise Tweekers. It's one hundred percent thawed. Now go find out where the civil war went down. I love you." Craig assured while he mumbled incoherent words to his sister.

"God your gay," Tweek began nonchalantly. "Love you too." He clicked off the phone and continued his march down the road.

Tweek thought to when they played pirates and everyone fought over him and Craig. Cartmen said it was unfair for them to be on the same team since they were real pirates. Of course they were confused until Kyle challenged him and he had to elaborate the 'Butt Pirates' counted as real pirates. Cartmen never liked us to be on the same team. I think he was happy when we split up while playing superheros. Douche. Tweek came upon the fork in the road and checked his phone. He groaned at the display. It was already noon and he was not looking forward to this afternoon. He took a right at the end of the road and elected to cut across Cartman's yard to get to the street to go home.

"Well about fucking time Tweek." Eric called from the garage. His varsity football jacket hung loosely around his form. After a heart attack at the tender age of 14 he had loss a significant amount of weight and was continuing to lose more now that he had joined the football team. He put down the wrench he was holding and wiped his greasy hands on an old towel. " I didn't think you were ever going to get here."

"What are you talking about?" Tweek eyed him skeptically. While he had changed in appearance Eric was still the manipulative douche he had always been as a child.

"Ugh," Eric scoffed. "Your gaywad boyfriend said you would be here going though my basement today. Fuck if I know why."

A light bulb went off in his head and he trudged over to Eric. "Coon and Friends."

"Dude." Cartman smiled. "I forgot about that. I think the lair is still somewhat assembled. Come one" He motioned with his hand for Tweek to follow.

"Oh well hello Tweek. Are you staying for supper?" Carman's mom greeted as they entered the door.

"Shut up mom. No." He brushed her off and walked down into the basement.

Tweek thanked her and politely declined before he followed him into the basement. In the cramped space he noticed all of the past adventures, scams, missions, and hyjinks they had been on over the last 17 years crammed into one small space.

Cartman began to dig around. "Alright Wonder Tweek, lets find whatever Super Craig left here so you can go away."

Tweek chucked and began rooting around. He found a Coon mask, some ninja stars, a pair of pirate boots, a Crack Baby Basketball promo poster, and a wizards staff. "Dude there is so much stuff. How am I supposed to find any thing here?"

"Hmm..." Carmen dug around some more. "Perhaps we must call upon the all knowing ... Stick of Truth. Its around here somewhere." He moved to a large storage bin and dumped the contents onto the ground. "Ah ha!" He pulled out a battered stick with an envelope labeled '3' attached to it. "Hey! What the fuck is on the Stick of Truth?"

Tweek bolted over and snatched the letter and started for the stairs. "Thanks Eric!" He called over his shoulder and made his way up the stairs and out of the house.