Scott...barely looked like himself now. He always was the chubby kind, his round face and the freckles that didn't leave after puberty made him look soft, tender, almost childish. What was standing in front of Wendy was none of those. The volume of his muscles increased, they increased so much that his shirt wasn't able to contain them and ripped. His legs seemed much thicker too, his shorts were so tight that it had to be really uncomfortable to wear them; a single movement would burst them. His face also looked different. His eyes were wide open with an expression that made Wendy shiver. His mouth was open, breathing heavily, showing his teeth. The skin had turned quite red.

Wendy got to get up but she couldn't move any more. Her body didn't respond to the sensible instructions her brain gave it.

What did just happen to Scott? What kind of diabetic reaction was that? Did...he remember who she was?

She needed to call someone, but she was unable to reach her phone. Scott was coming closer, cornering her. It was a dreadful sensation, having those mad eyes on her. He was getting closer and closer. His steps were heavy.

"Oh, goodness, somebody please help!"

Jimmy's phone vibrated but he didn't pay attention to it because Loretta was squirming in the most delicious way and he felt he was going to cum. Nor did Heidi, who was in the most interesting part of the book and didn't want to get distracted, or Theresa, because she was taking a shower.

Stan did hear it and checked that notification. When he saw who it was from, he decided to put his phone back to his pocket and make an effort to focus on what Kyle was saying and cut those old, painful thoughts about the convenience of blocking her. Not now, he repeated to himself, not now. Bebe did read the message, but raised an eyebrow before texting back: "What is it?". Was that a joke? Until Wendy replied, she kept watching the television.

Token read the message and felt worried.

[Somebody please help!]

What? Was something happening to Wendy? He too wrote back to her, asking her if something was wrong. He waited, feeling nervous, walking around the kitchen. She didn't reply. Well, if something was indeed happening, she wouldn't be able to respond, right? Maybe someone was following her in the street, or there was an accident...She didn't add any more information.

Okay, that was very worrying. Wendy would never make a joke like that. He had to go to her house and see what was happening. Or call the police. She could have had a car accident somewhere. He had to find out where she was. He had to see her now, just to be sure she was alright.

Suddenly, there was a glow. When Token realized, he was not in his house anymore. It was...

"T-Token? Token!"

Token jumped backwards. Wendy was pressed against the wall by the burliest guy Token had ever seen.

"Wendy!"

He ran towards him to punch him and try to release Wendy. Of course, he should have known that this man was far stronger than him, and his fists were like cotton kisses to him. The man turned to look at him. He was going to crush him with his bare hands. Yep, he had screwed up.

"The insulin! The insulin!" Wendy cried.

What insulin? Wendy pointed at the floor and Token's gaze followed. There he saw it, a syringe. Before the other could move, Token ran to grab it and injected it into the man's exposed waist with little delicacy.

The result was almost immediate. The grip was gradually weaker, and Wendy had the chance to push her attacker to the sofa, where he fell. Before their very eyes, his muscles deflated, his face adopted a more tired expresion, his anger vanishing, until Scott was back to his old, chubby self.

Token couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"...S-Scott?" he didn't dare to approach, even if Wendy remained by his side, holding his hand.

"Are you alright, Scott?" Wendy asked him.

The other didn't respond. He touched his chest and felt that his heart was still racing. He looked so scared, confused and weak that it was hard not to feel pity for him.

"What kind of diabetic attack was that?" Wendy muttered.

"I've...I've never had one like this..." Scott whined. "It was...Oh! Oh, no! I'm a monster! Diabetes has made me a monster! Tell me I didn't pass it on you when we kissed! You'd-!"

"No, Scott, diabetes can't be transmitted by kissing." Wendy calmed him down. "It's okay, don't move. I..." She turned to Token. "I'm not sure what happened here..."

"Well, you sure scared me to death..." Token puffed, his hands on his hips.

"So good you came in time..." Scott said. He didn't want to hurt Wendy, but something, maybe desperation, terror, made him grab her. He was so sorry he scared her and Token. He was still horrified himself. He was a monster.

"How did you find us?" Wendy asked. Although she thought that maybe he was around, heard the noise and forced the door.

"I read your text and...well...I...don't know how I came here actually. I didn't even have time to go get the car or..." Token was starting to feel really confused too.

"Text? What text?"

"What text? The one you sent me, asking for help. This text."

Token showed the message to her. To his surprise, Wendy seemed to be astonished by it.

It was her number, her profile picture. But she was pretty sure she hadn't sent that message to Token. It was impossible.

"But I didn't write it."

"Come on."

"I swear! I dropped my phone! See? There it is! I couldn't reach it and call emergencies!"

"Who did then? Scott couldn't..."

"I think..." Scott muttered. "There are a few things here that need some explaining..."

[Somebody please help!]

Craig raised an eyebrow and ignored that text.

"Bye."

"Wait a moment, Craig."

Craig sighed and turned around to look at his father. He hoped it was quick, whatever he had to say: he would be late.

"Richard and I talked while you guys were at the hospital. What's that thing about an engagement ring?"

Ah, fine. It wouldn't.

Craig stood right where he had stopped with his arms crossed.

"Tweek and I've been talking. We want to get married."

"What? Now?"

"Yeah, as soon as we get a stable job and stuff."

"But...Laura!"

Mrs. Tucker came down the stairs.

"Your son says he's engaged!"

"What? What?! When did you plan to tell us!" Laura approached.

"I don't know. One of these days." Craig shrugged.

"One of these days!" Mr. Tucker exclaimed. "Craig, we are your parents!"

"I know, we were going to tell you! Eventually."

"But have you thought it over? You are only twenty-one!" Mrs. Tucker complained.

"There's lots of people who married at our age, or even younger. Believe me, we've been talking about it since we were eighteen. We are waiting for the right moment, we're not going to do something crazy."

"Are you sure about it? Like, completely sure?"

"Yep."

Mr. and Mrs. Tucker looked at each other.

"Can I go now? I'm gonna be late."

"Uh, yes, you can go. But this conversation isn't over."

Craig left, not saying a single word. He left his parents silent and confused. Mr. Tucker sat at the dining table.

"Married..."

"Yes, I know, dear..." Mrs. Tucker placed her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"Our son could become Craig Tweak soon..."

"Or Tweek Tucker."

"...Right..."

"I've never wanted the Earth to swallow me more than in that moment..."

Timmy sipped his iced mocha from a straw. Although he was looking at the cup, Tweek knew he was listening to him. Or not. Anyway, he needed to let it all out of his chest.

"I know this isn't one of those conventional engagement rings, but it's a promise we made to each other. We've been together for eleven years, we know each other, we trust each other, so we said, why not taking the big step? I mean, I'd love to wake up every morning and see Craig's face."

Timmy nodded. Or was that just one of his spasms?

"My parents say we are too young, but I don't think so. I mean, when you love a person, when you are sure about it, what else do you want? I guess the problem is that they want me to take care of the shop and they don't want me to go work somewhere else and..."

Yes, Timmy was listening. He had a smile on his face while looking at him.

"Sorry. I'm nervous as fuck. Please don't tell anybody about this."

Timmy made the gesture of zipping his lips and throwing the pull tab away.

"Thanks, man. I'm glad you're okay after..." Tweek didn't continue. He just cleared his throat.

"Timmy." Timmy replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Timmy."

"Is it...normal that it looks that way? I don't mean to scare you but..." Tweek couldn't resist looking at Timmy's burnt hands. He held one carefully. As if he didn't have enough limitations, he now had be assisted in the most simple actions, such as holding objects.

"Timmy." Timmy nodded.

"And that night was being so fun. Just to think that all of us could have-"

Tweek seemed to have frozen. Timmy stared at him with his eyebrows raised. Then, he waved a hand to him. Tweek didn't react, so Timmy looked at what he was staring. It was his hand. It was glowing with a cold light. Tweek quickly removed his hand, and Timmy looked at his.

He raised it, to see it better. It was completely fine. As if he had never been burnt.

"...WHAT DID JUST-Mphf!"

The whole coffee shop was looking at them. Tweek's father said something to him, but Tweek was freaking out too much to notice. For Timmy's taste, he was freaking out too much. Quickly, he put his wheelchair to work, grabbing Tweek's arm and dragging him to the employees only room.

"Where are you going, boys?" Mrs. Tweak asked her son.

Tweek couldn't reply, so Timmy did. "Timmy!" he lied to her, and closed the door behind him.

Mrs. Tweak just shrugged. She didn't want to admit that she had never been able to understand that boy.

"Hello, Mrs. Tweak."

"Ah, Craig! Hi, Tweek's in the room with Timmy."

Out from the sight of his parents and the customers, Tweek was free to run around and get hysterical.

"What did just happen?! Your hand! Have you seen your hand?! Did I do that?! What the hell is going on?!"

When Craig came in, he found his fiancé in such a state that he looked at Timmy looking for an explanation. The handicapped showed him his hand, but he didn't know how that was related to the subject, so he held Tweek by the shoulders.

"Tweek. Tweek. Calm down. Tweek."

"You didn't see it, man! His hand glowed! His hand fucking glowed in front of me and his scars! They are gone! Gone! I don't know what happened but it's so weird! I don't like it! I don't understand!"

"Tweek."

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!"

He didn't listen, so Craig had to recur to more drastic measures. He slapped Tweek in the cheek, hoping that it would calm him down. He did fall silent, and next he punched him back. Craig was about to respond but it was okay, at least he shut up.

"Okay...Okay." Craig spoke slowly, hoping that Tweek would imitate him. "Tell me what happened."

["Something very interesting happened."]

Craig and Tweek slowly turned towards Timmy. Timmy glanced at them both. He still didn't move his lips when he added:

["...But I think the best word to describe it is 'freaky'..."]