Disclaimer: so yeah I wish I did but I don't. Lets just say I don't own any of these awesome characters and yeah...


Chapter One: GAH!

So here he was. Tweek Tweek the kid with the unfortunate name was at the Tuckers door step. At first he just stood there and then he attempted to knock a few times. It never did happened. He would just freak out thinking if he did that Craig would come out and kick his ass for interrupting him doing God knows what.

It started when he would tutor Ruby and when she passed her math class Mrs. Tucker decided Tweek could help her son out also. Which was a bad idea. They used to be good friends before. They even fought each other and ended up in the hospital together. However, middle school changed people and Craig and Tweek sorta just...drifted. Tweek wondered how their attitude would be like now. Happy and friendly? Or cold and distant? It scared him so much he had to pop a pill and down it with the coffee he had. It was like all his trouble were forgotten. Then there was a loud thud. The front door swung open to a tall noirette.

"Dude, don't just stand there all day get your ass in here!," Craig pulled him in. Tweek never realized how cold it was outside until he felt the warmth in the house. "I got tired of watching you. It was so aggravating," Craig seemed annoyed. Tweek just nodded. He was in awe at the Tucker's residency; he has never been inside their house before.

"Um...h-hello," Tweek hesitated.

"Don't worry about the formalities lets just get down to it," Craig was a straight forward guy who hated beating around the bush. Him and Tweek couldn't be anymore different.

"O-ok well...here," they sit around the coffee table in the living room and Tweek was showing ways he could do this one problem. Tweek was actually a pretty good teacher. Craig was shocked. Usually when he saw Tweek the small blonde was either drinking coffee or shaking. He would have never thought of him to be so talkative. He also didn't have that bad of a speech impediment as before.

"So...here I use the quadratic formula...?," the raven questioned. "And that is...," Craig scratched his head trying to remember. They've been going at it for about a hour.

"Here's how I remember it," Tweek drew in some breath. "X equals negative b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4ac over 2a!," he sang in the tune of "Around the Mulberry bush".

"Pfft! What the fuck kid!," Craig laughed. Tweek went wide eyes as it was the first time he has seen Craig smile like that. He liked it. Craig's eyes scrunched up slightly hiding his icy blue almost gray eyes. His teeth were a bit crooked but still cute. And shocker. Craig Tucker has dimples.

"You should smile like that all the time, it's cute," Tweek smiled flaunting his perfect teeth. For a guy who drank a lot of coffee his teeth were white as hell.

"Oh?," Craig dropped his sweet smile and smirked deviously. Tweek blushed realizing he really did just say that. "I gotta feed Stripe stay here," the pale skinned boy rolled off the couch.

"Stripe? Your guinea pig? He is still alive?", Tweek vaguely remembered the pet. Craig always talked about him but, he never let anyone get close to him.

"Yep", Craig responded and trudged up the stairs. While he was gone, Tweek decided it was a good time to call and check on the shop. He struggled to pull his phone out of his jeans. Damn skinny jeans (he borrowed them from Kyle). He search through the contact till his eyes flickered over Pip's name.

The Tweeks were Pip's new foster family. Pip and Tweek wouldn't have it any other way. They instantly became best friends and even brothers. The phone rang a few times which worried Tweek unnecessarily. "'Ello, love," Pip's cheery British voice came through the speaker.

"H-how's the coffee shop?," Tweek inquired already thinking it was burnt down.

"Relax dear, the shops in tip-top shape!," Pip reassured. "Actually Butters and Kyle are here right now!," Pip sounded excited. From behind him both of the boys called out. Tweek smiled comforted by his friends voices. His whole demeanor changed he was relaxed and shook less.

"So you're not alone that's good," Tweek felt his shop secured. Although, he trusted Pip he felt it was more safe when others were there.

"Geez, for the millionth time I'm not gonna ruin your shop!," Pip exclaimed. "Anyway, gotta go more costumers are here...'Ello there love 'ow are you? What would you like?," Pip greeted politely. Tweek smiled and hung up the phone. He wish he could be there. It may sound weird but he loved to work. Especially around coffee.

"Who were you talking to?," Craig asked. Tweek didn't realize he was there and he let out a squeak and jumped up.

"I-GAH! Need to use the bathroom!," he exclaimed. Craig calmly pointed out the direction and Tweek quickly followed his hand. He ran into the bathroom closing it and sitting on the floor. He was about to pull his meds out when he noticed he wasn't alone.

"Um...hey," a deep gruff voice which belong to a huge intimidating man who was sitting on the toilet spoke out.

"Oh...my...god...JESUZ CHRIST IM SOOOO SORRY!," on the verge of tears Tweek apologized. He grabbed the door handle and ran out almost tripping on his own two feet. Running right into Craig. "I was s-so scared," Tweek squealed into Craig's chest.

"Yeah..well, my father is a huge ogre but he really is a kitten," Craig reassured. Tweek never noticed but he was clinging onto Craig closely. He blushed pulling his arms away.

"Any-geh!-way...lets just stop for today it's getting late anyway," Tweek explained. Craig's face fell a bit. He never paid attention to the blonde boy before but, one thing he will say is that he is very entertaining. So naturally he was sad to have him go.

Tweek also just looked weird. Like some cute baby animal. He had big round hazel eyes and weird hair that stuck up all over the place. He was always shaking like a chihuahua and a skinny little thing. Just watching him made you wanna protect him.

"I'll walk you home," Craig offered.

"Thanks...but, no thanks I have to get my friend and then we can go home," Tweek politely declined.

"Um I don't know if you know this but...," Craig cleared his throat. "When a Tucker wants to do something...that Tucker will do it. Grab your shit," the raven demanded. Tweek obeyed. Nodding his head fast and running for it. He put his boots on and grabbed his bag and was already making his way towards the door. "So...where we going?," Craig followed behind.

"I have to go to the coffee shop and take Pip home...," Tweek explained. He felt so nervous his voice was barely a whisper. It was cold out so he blew warm breath into his hands.

"Hmm? Oh that one British kid...," Craig rested his chin onto Tweek's shoulder. Craig was comfortable with everyone so this meant nothing to him. To Tweek however he was damn near getting raped.

"U-um...", Tweek cleared his throat. It was getting late, the sun was setting. Tweak suggested they walk faster so Craig wouldn't have to walk back home in the dark.


They made it to the coffee shop in about ten minutes. "'Tweek Bros.'," Craig read the huge black and green sign right above the door. "'Today's special: Pumpkin latte'," he next read the little chalk board with colorful writing and a picture of a pumpkin. He guessed Tweek wrote it.

"Pip?," Tweek called out. It was empty except for a few costumers still there on the internet. The British blonde in question was at the round counter behind the register talking to some guy. It was weird how different he looked from anyone Tweek has ever seen Pip talk to. The man was tall with pitch black hair his skin looked deadly pale and his eyes were crimson red. Pip was small, blonde, girly, and had the rosiest cheeks you would ever see. Basically a long haired Tweek. Tweek cautiously stepped closer to grab Pip by the arm and drag him away.

"Ouch! Oh Tweek! What are you doing here, love?," Pip pulled away rubbing his arm to emphasize how hurt he was.

"Are you ok?!", Tweek said in a harsh whisper.

"Say, what ever do you mean?", Pip questioned.

"That gu-guy looked scary!," Tweek half shrieked this time drawing a bit of attention to himself. "He was gonna kill you! He has tattoos and a shank in his back pocket! I just know it!," Tweek went into hysterics.

"Haha, Tweek did you take your pills today?," Pip hugged him to reassure everything was ok. Tweek did well with physical contact when it was someone he was close to. Tweek closed his eyes taking slow deep breaths. Pip smelled like coffee. Tweek loved coffee.

"So what's going on over here?," Craig towered over both the blondes.

"N-nothing!...," Tweek exclaimed but clenched harder to Pip.

"Then, can we go..?", Craig asked impatiently.

"Oh...we still have a few costumers though...," Tweek explained. Craig nodded in agreement or comprehension. Tweek couldn't tell.

"Listen up! You don't have to go home but, you damn sure need to get the fuck out!", Craig addressed everyone in the shop pointing towards the door. The costumers grumbled and packed their crap up. "Yeah, yeah, fuck off," he flipped them off.

"Craig! Don't do that!," Tweek scorned him. Which surprised him because, Tweek never scorned anyone. Strangely he liked it. A smirked played on his lips.

"Wait...you have balls now?," Craig teased. He ignored Tweek's blush and saw that one guy was still standing at the register. He looked at him for a long time. Continuously he checked him out. He noticed something off about him...and that's when it hit him. "Damien?."

The dark haired make turned around and nodded. Craig instantly became happy a shit eating grin plastered onto his face. "Holy shit! Dude!," he exclaimed as he walked over to him. He raised his fist toward the other man and hit him right in the face.

"Ack!", both of the boys behind Craig gasped in shock.

"No fighting!," Tweek demanded.

"Calm your nips, dude," Craig turned around to face them. "It's just a greeting," he explained. "This idiot still doesn't know how to give a fist bump yet," Craig pointed out.

"It's not my fault you damn humans have weird customs...", Damien finally spoke. Thats when Tweek remembered back in primary school Damien came and attended school for a year and then left. He was Pip's best friend even though he treated him like shit. Pip was devastated when Damien left and went back. Tweek didn't like him. The son of satan wasn't good enough for his friend. He wished he would just go back to hell, literally.

"Um yeah we were just catching up...it seems he will be staying in South Park again to attend high school," Pip mainly spoke to Tweak. "Don't be mad."

"What did you do..?," Tweek prayed it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Just don't freak out...," the more Pip pleaded the more scared Tweek got. What was Pip going to tell him?

"What did you do?," Tweek said in a stern voice. One that made Pip cringe, he knew that Tweek was capable of lecturing for hours. He didn't want to hear it.

"Damien is staying with with us...," it was exactly what Tweek was dreading. How could Pip do this without asking for the ok. "Since Mom and Dad are gone to the coffee convention...I just decided to call them and told them and friend was staying for a while...they were ok with it!," Pip defended.

"Oh...I see...," Tweek stayed quiet for the rest of the walk home. He wanted to yell at Pip but, he couldn't. He knew that Pip had a huge crush on the anti-Christ (and Pip is Christian). He knew that when Damien left Pip was confused and cried every night. It was annoying how Pip wouldn't get over this guy. However, Tweek was also happy for Pip. Even though, Damien is a bad person he is not necessarily a bad person. If that makes sense.

"Alright, bye Tweek...oh yeah! Almost forgot...Halloween. Party. Token's house. Be there. Especially you, Dark Prince of the underworld," Craig invited them. Of course they were gonna go. When it's a part at Token's house, which is a kick ass house by the way, and Craig and Clyde are hosting it and Kenny will be there how can this party not be completely bad ass. Craig flipped them off as his last good bye and walked briskly back from once he came.

"Ah...I guess I'm gonna go put on some pjs...Pip go and put him in your room and you can just sleep with me," Tweek yawned. Although, Tweak had a measly twin be they were skinny enough to fit in it together.

Stepping into the house followed by Damien he gave him a small tour of the house. It was clean, dainty, and holy.

"Shit! Ugh...are there crosses in here?," Damien winced. Pip nodded. "I'm gonna need you to turn them upside down..," the red eyed boy instructed.

After Tweek went to his room and Pip grabbed some pjs to change into. Damien asked if he could take a shower. "Oh sure," Pip went to the hall closet grabbing a towel and a face clothe. Damien must be tired. Traveling from Hell to South Park must be a pain. "Ok, to start the show- oh...," Pip sentence was cut short when he realized Damien was shirtless and his pants were unbuttoned.

"What's the matter?," Damien smirked at the British boys blush. When there was no answer the demon'a grin grew wider. "Adverting your eyes won't help you," he advised. Damien was much closer now backing Pip up against the door. His voice a husky whisper his lips flushed against Pip's ear.

"D-Da-Damien!," Pip pressed his hands against the anti-Christ's broad shoulders. "You should go take your shower!," Pip slipped out from his grasp. He ran out if the room at light speed and hid into Tweek's room.

"Hmm...Pip sure is an interesting kid...he's even better than I remember him," Damien mumbled to himself. A small red demon with horns and glasses appeared on his right shoulder. "What is it Lucius?."

"Hello, master your father says you will allow two weeks. Until then if you're not able to find someone we have arranged a wonderful girl for you," the demon spoke diligently. Another demon this time blue with fangs and a SnapBack appeared on his left shoulder.

"Man fuq dat! Let the boy be free!," he screamed.

"Both of you...leave me," Damien sighed angrily. Both of the demons disappeared as fast as they appeared. Damien walked out the room to take his shower.


Author's Notes: ok so I know this chapter is a big slow and uneventful but I promise to fix that!

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