"Dinner." A voice jostled Tweek out of his stupor. He had gone to lay down and must have fallen asleep. It was dark and terrifying but the little slot in the door cracked in some light as a tray was slid in. Pork chop, veggies, bread, a cute looking yellow cake topped with a single strawberry and a mug! Tweek got up quickly and reached a shaky hand for the mug. He took a sniff and growled.
"Tea? Fucking, gah." In his frustration Tweek took the little pretty cake and threw it at the door, pink frosting flecks smeared on the mirror. The mug of tea followed as the cup dropped hollowly to the floor.
"Tea has caffeine too ya know." A voice says. Tweek peeks out of the slot in his cell door to see the door across from him. A hand waves as a few red-hot Legos fly out, bouncing against Tweek's door and settling in the hall, glowing like a red hot coal.
"Fuck…it's not the same. Trying something different, too much pressure man." Tweek pressed his back to the door of his cell as Dougie made more bricks fly from his gray slot to Tweek's, but they would bounce off and land against the cold floor. "You can use your powers?" Tweek asked, astonished.
"You can't? They said I was cooperating and could make them better. Watch." Dougie made more Legos appear from his hands, pouring onto the concrete between their cells as they flowed red hot. Forming a pit of lava.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as a guard came upon them. "Hey, no using powers outside the cell. You need to cooperate." He yelled at Dougie.
Tweek could barely see as the guard took out a hose. He cringed as another person came up, the sound of their pants unzipping and something with a tube. A horrible egg stench filled the halls before the lego fire was put out.
"Don't ever do that again or we'll take away the fire." The guard scolded Dougie as he shut the meal tray slot before he could reply.
Tweek scrambled back, not wanting anything to do with these guards and their smelly powers. His door opened up and the guard held Tweek down as the cuffs slipped over his hands. Tweek went limp as he was dragged to his feet and down the hall. "Where are you taking me?" He looked up into the face of one of his captors. "Holy shit, it's you."
A kid in a doctor's white coat looks down at him. Douchebag shrugged as they helped the guard drag him down the halls of the prison into his lab.
Kenny got up to sleep on the chair next to Stan's bed when he heard Kyle rush into the front door and yell his name. He looked over at Stan, who was half asleep. Stan nodded sleepily and Kenny got up slowly to check what Kyle was bitching about this time.
"What?" Kenny called down the stairs.
"Bebe, she found us." Kyle climbed up the stairs clumsily. Dropping vegetables and a bucket.
Kenny reached out to steady him. "Dude, don't waste water. What does she want?"
"I don't know. You go talk to her. She looked pissed off." Kyle called down.
"Well you did rob her and take off in the middle of the night. I'll go see her." Kenny eased himself off the chair, letting out a barrage of coughs and putting a hand to his chest.
"I know you're in there, Kyle!" Bebe threw another rock, it bouncing off the gate. "I need my fucking car!" Her face was red and her breath coming out in angry puffs in the cold air, giving an appearance of an angry dragon.
"Maybe if we ignore her she'll go away?" Kenny asked before a giant clang against the gate echoed through the farm, making snow fall off the trees.
Another crash and bang against the gate, snow falling over onto the gates.
Kenny took off into a run, the frigid air not helping his painful lungs as he made it to the gate. Kyle helped him the last few meters with Bebe's sparkly bag of medicine under his arm. They climbed up to find Bebe sitting in a red snow plow, smacking the gate of Tegrity Farms over and over.
"Stop! Stop!" Kyle yelled over the racket.
"I want my fucking car!" Bebe yelled.
"Let's talk, please!" Kyle tried again.
Kenny glared and used what strength he had to hop up onto a tree and look over the tall gate. He held his mouth to his elbow to cough a few times. "Let's negotiate. What do you want Bebe? Other than an apology from Kyle?"
"Not an apology, I want my fucking car!" Bebe yelled out.
"We'll give it back. But not until I know you won't act crazy!" Kenny shouted down.
"At this point I think I'd have a right to act crazy after the way you treated me!" Bebe stopped throwing rocks and climbed over her snowmobile towards Kyle. Her pretty face in a sneer. She had the full intention of throttling him but Kenny jumped down and held her around the waist to stop her.
"Stop, now!" Kenny said gruffly, holding on to Bebe around the waist as she lunged at Kyle. "We'll give your car back and Kyle owes you an apology."
Kyle made sure to stand back, Kenny still holding Bebe. "I'm sorry. It was wrong of me but I panicked. I ah…don't feel comfortable, excuse me." Kyle turned on his heel to head back to the barn to grab the keys for Bebe.
"I'm not done, I want an explanation. Why did…" Bebe pushed Kenny away from holding her back before Kyle quickly closed the door before he was followed.
Kyle carefully locked the door, leaving Bebe outside with Kenny. He felt his mouth go dry and his heart pounding. Trapped, confused and angry. Not at Bebe's reaction but that he didn't have an answer. He grabbed the keys and walked up to the second floor of the house, looking down at Kenny and Bebe. He pushed open the window, "Hey, Mysterion catch." He tossed down the keys for Kenny to catch and shut the window quickly. Not wanting to deal with either of them right now.
Kyle walked down the hall to Clyde's room. He did a quick check of him. Still alive but also still in a coma. He shook him on the shoulder a few times to make sure before he headed down to Stan's room to check on him. He saw something silver slip under the door and disappear. Kyle had another horrible feeling as he opened up Stan's bedroom door to see a knife floating above Stan, about to stab him in the heart.
"Stan, no!" Kyle bolted forward, knocking the knife away from his friend's chest. He cried out in pain as the side of his hand made contact with the sharp blade and blood started to drip down his hand. "What are you trying to do?"
Stan stared up at Kyle, eyes sunken and tired. "I said I'd stop but it kept bothering me whenever I closed my eyes. I lost my father's power tools but I could feel my mother's kitchen tools call to me. So I wanted to do it when you guys were busy."
Kyle screamed and grabbed Stan's hands, knocking them to his sides. "Stop trying to kill yourself. We need you. I need you, man." The blood from Kyle's wound dripped down on the bed but neither moved.
Stan shut his eyes to ignore Kyle on top of him. "You don't know how this feels. Fuck. Lost Wendy, my body's crippled. Why aren't you just letting me go?"
"Stan? No, I- need to try something." Kyle wanted to throttle Stan but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of the sweet release of death. Instead he pressed his lips to his best friend, Stan's eyes widening in surprise before relaxing, his lips parting slightly to kiss Kyle back.
Kyle pulled back and laid on his back next to Stan in bed. "What was that?" Stan asked after a tense minute.
"I-I don't know. Trying to figure things out." Kyle said, holding his injured hand up to look at the damage.
"Y-you know I'm straight, right?" Stan said again.
"You know I'm not, right?" Kyle shot back, wincing at his injury. "I mean, I don't know what I am, I'm trying to figure out stuff."
"I'm sorry. I am. It's okay with me." Stan moved over painfully in bed.
"I kissed Bebe and didn't like it. I tried kissing you and I don't feel anything. What am I? Shit, this is so selfish to think about when you're laying here without any legs." Kyle dug through the bag of first aid supplies they took from Bebe.
Stan cracked a rare-for-him smile. "Yeah, thanks for that, asshole."
"Thanks for this." Kyle holds out his cut hand, before wrapping bandages around it. "We're going to run out of supplies soon. But please, it would hurt worse if you killed yourself, Stan. I'm sorry about your legs, about Wendy, about the apocalypse. I'll do anything in my power to find out who did this to us and make them pay." Kyle rummaged around the sparkly bag and put some gauze and tape on his hand.
"Sure, fine whatever." Stan yawned again, tired now as Kyle took Sharon Marsh's kitchen knife. "So what are you?"
"I don't know. Are you sure I can trust you?" Kyle asks again as he looks down at his plain clothes for a place to slip the knife on his person.
"I-I can't guarantee anything. Just…I'm worried about you." Stan says.
"About me? What about you?" Kyle said, finally deciding to slip the knife in his boot. "Do we have to sit with you on suicide watch now? I don't think I can do that."
Suddenly a loud crash is heard outside and screaming. Kyle looks out the window to see Bebe's car now backed into the barn and the windshield broken. A stunned Kenny and Bebe in the front seat. "Aw fuck, be right back. Don't kill yourself Stan."
"Don't kiss Kenny or Bebe." Stan shot back sarcastically before laying his head down again.
Kyle ran down the stairs two at a time, not bothering grabbing his jacket as he took off to where the car had crashed. Bebe looked slightly stunned as she brushed little fragments of shattered windshield from her hair and clothes. She was securely bucked in.
Kenny gasped in pain as he unraveled himself from the steering wheel, having taken a full impact of it. Kyle ran to the side to open it up. "Kenny? You alive?"
Kenny coughed painfully but nodded. "Fucking wanted to help get her car up the hill, slipped on ice or something?"
"Another bomb?" Kyle said worriedly. He went to the other side to help Bebe out. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am." She rubbed her chest painfully and unhooked her seatbelt, getting up shakily. Kyle put an arm around her to stand. "Awww, the car is totaled." Bebe grumbled angrily as the front and side of the car was crushed and smoking.
"Bebe, I'm sorry." Kyle looked at her, feeling terrible as steam and oil leaked out of the front of Bebe's car.
"You come to me for help, I patch you guys up and you repay me by stealing my medical supplies and now ruin my car." Bebe screams at Kyle.
"I know, I know. We'll make it up to you." Kyle looks at Kenny slumped over the steering wheel. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, Bebe. Just…can you help me with Kenny?"
Bebe glares but gives a curt nod as she steps around the ruined car to help Kenny out. Kenny looks at them as blood pools down his face in a red streak at the top of his head and out of his nose.
"Jesus, Kenny, you look like shit." Kyle remarks as he opens up the drivers side door, Kenny almost falling out of the car to the snowy ground.
"Come here." Bebe reaches her arms out to help hold Kenny up and he snuggles against her, smiling.
She groans in disgust as Kyle pulls Kenny's face away from her, hoisting him up. "We're falling apart. I'll make it up to you, please help us, Bebe?"
Bebe bit her lip but said nothing as she took Kenny's legs and Kyle hoisted Kenny up under his arms as they clumsily carried him through the snow and up into the old farmhouse.
Kyle opens the door up as Bebe helps him drag in Kenny, blood oozing down his face. A glint of silver is seen floating back up the stairs just out of reach. "Shit, Bebe come on." Kyle sets Kenny on the couch downstairs and runs up following the tool as it goes into Stan's room.
Stan's weak hand reaches out to grab the sharp kitchen scissors as he stabs down in his wrist.
"Stan! No!" Kyle dives forward to wrestle the scissors from his hand, clapping a hand over the wound on Stan's wrist. "Why do you keep doing this?" He yells at him, slamming him against the headboard.
"I- I don't know." Stan grimaces in pain and looks down weakly at his broken body. "You wouldn't want to die in my situation?"
"No I wouldn't. It sucks but your life is precious. Clyde and now Kenny might die. I can't lose you as well." Kyle yells again as his hands clap over Stan's wrist to try and stop the bleeding.
Bebe stands behind him. "I'm sorry about Wendy. None of this should've happened, Stan. But you can get better." She spies the bag of medicine on top of a dresser and grabs it, rummaging through. She finds a needle and grabs the pain medicine.
"No! No!" Stan cries as Bebe comes up to him with the needle. "Whatever is in there better kill me!"
Bebe pokes the needle in Stan's IV and he stops moving, his eyes growing heavy before he slumps over. Bebe lets out a sigh and hands over some bandages to help Kyle wrap up Stan's wrist. "At this point we should tie him to the bed."
"Wouldn't help, he has his powers over tools. Guess his father's and his mother's." Kyle wraps Stan's wrist and lays him down on his side. "I need help. I wish I could help more but I don't have superpowers anymore for some reason. Not special and useless now."
Bebe looks at him, eyes narrowed. "I don't have powers but I managed to help. Took care of the young children in town and watched them grow up. Learned first aid to help out. Damn, I could've been a doctor if things were normal."
"I'm sorry, I understand if you don't want to be around us anymore. We seem to make things worse for you. I'll try and find you a new car. Replace the supplies that took. Find you a husband that's not me." Kyle turns red at the last bit.
Bebe shakes her head and laughs, to Kyle's surprise. "You're going to get me a new car and supplies, but if Kenny is hurt you need someone here to watch Stan and take care of Clyde and now Kenny."
Kyle looks at Bebe, grateful she was being so cool. "Where could we go to get you a new car?"
Bebe's eyes flash. "I know exactly where. You're the one who's going to do it."
Tweek was brought into a lab, freezing cold as he was strapped to a chair. He shuddered and tried to push the guards away as his hands were firmly strapped down.
"More pressure, need to get him as stressed as possible. It makes the experiment easier to be successful." Douchebag called out.
"Nng no, no more pressure." Tweek squirmed under the too bright lights as he was lowered in front of a beam. "What the hell are you doing to me?" He screamed out.
Douchebag turned to his assistant, a girl about Tweek's age with short red hair. "Can you keep him quiet while we check him."
"Yes, Douchebag." The woman came close to Tweek as he tried to move away, fighting against the restraints. The right side of her face obscured by her long red hair. "Don't struggle, it's only going to make it worse." The lab assistant strapped a helmet on Tweek's head and he stopped moving.
Tweek felt his mind go blank. He struggled to open his eyes as he found himself in a frozen tundra. Wind whipped at his face as he moved his now free hands. The dark sky above crackled with thunder and lightning. He should be afraid of the lightning striking him or freezing to death out here but he had a pleasant shield over him. He looked down at his hands, still and steady for once as the chaotic energy swirled around his protective bubble. Snow hit him and lightning crashed down and he felt…calm. It was a terrifying feeling.
A harsh crackling static filled the air. Tweek assumed it was the lighting gearing up again to surely kill him. At this point he would welcome it, but he saw something dark in the distance. Before he could stop himself, his feet prompted him to move through the snow to the little dwelling. A dark brown shack with crackling noises coming from it. Tweek made it to the shack and opened up the door. He hated this, but something was pushing him forward. He found an old fashioned radio propped up on a desk along with a shovel and various mechanical supplies.
"Hello? Hello?" A familiar monotone voice went through the ham radio.
Tweek reached a hand down to pick it up, not believing it. "Craig? Is that you?"
"Hey…I left you stuff. Come find me." Craig's voice said before static took over.
"Craig, stop. I need you…" Tweek cried before he got a glimpse out the back window. Lots of jagged gravestones, quickly being buried underneath piles of snow. Tweek screamed before he threw the speaker off the radio as Craig's voice became harder to decipher. "Craig….oh god what did you leave me? Why would you think I could handle?"
Tweek gingerly took the shovel and kicked open the back door. Wind whipped at his face and hair, streaks of tears and snot running down his face and quickly freezing over. Tweek was terrified as he walked through the graveyard looking at the names.
Call Girl. Fastpass. Tupperware. Capetian Diabetes. All cold stone tombstones sticking out of the frigid earth like crooked teeth. Tweek kept walking, the static of the ham radio, the thunder and lighting above and his own scrambled mind. None of these tombstones were Craig's. What did that mean? What did Craig leave behind for him? Why did Craig even trust Tweek to figure it out? He was the spazz, the one forgetting everything and messing everything up. Craig was so smooth and calm as he picked up Tweek's messes.
Now Tweek was alone.
The frozen feelings started to overtake him before another tombstone was revealed to him. Two for that matter, facing back to back. Tweek picked up the cold metal shovel to read the inscription. His feet sinking into the earth, it was softer here. He brushed back the frost over the tomb, wanting to scream. The name wasn't of his beloved. 'Here Lies The Coon. R.I.P.' The fucking Coon again. Hadn't Cartman caused those he cared about enough trouble? Tweek screamed before going for the final tombstone facing back to back with The Coon's. The damage was already done, no going back.
Tweek scraped at the surface of the final tombstone with the shovel, muttering to himself as ice chipped away. "What do you want to show me, Craig?" Tweek finally managed to let a giant ice chunk slip off. He stared back in shock. 'Here Lies Wonder Tweek. R.I.P.'
"N-no! What the fuck?" Tweek looked at the outline of the freshly dug grave, and took his shovel to the soft ground. The earth was freshly packed snow, digging deeper and deeper. His fingers were blue and frozen but Tweek didn't care. He had to see. What the fuck was it? The head of his shovel scraped against something smooth. Red. A coffin.
He threw it open to find Craig, face stoic as ever. Tears fell from Tweek's eyes as he reached forward to touch his boyfriend's hand. A tear fell on Craig's cheek, sliding down his still face and landing in the corner of his eye. Tweek put a trembling hand to his cold face when he felt a surge of lighting above. Craig's eyes opened up, but not their warm comforting brown. A cup of coffee that Tweek could once get lost into. They were now dead, pitch black. Tweek swallowed, feeling nauseous as he felt hypnotized at that dead empty black that had replaced Craig's eyes. He felt the cold of the snow, the racket of the storm, the crackle of uncomfortable static and that shuddering fear of looking into Craig's eyes as Tweek felt himself falling. That deep black sucking him in with only the sharp reflection of the lighting as a break from the horror.
Tweek felt a stab in his arm as he yanked it away. Something had him tied up! He pulled a hand out to rip the restraints away and he felt a shock of pain up his arm as he opened his eyes up.
"Easy, easy." The red headed assistant said, her warm brown eyes leaving him slightly unsettled as she hid something behind her back.
"What did you do to…to me? To Craig?" Tweek didn't want to look but felt something drip down his hand as the assistant put gauze on to stop the bleeding.
"We did an analysis of your powers, see how they can be helpful." The woman shook her head. "Ripped right out and blew a vein. That's going to leave another bruise, Tweek."
"How do you? Ugh my head." Tweek yanked at his hair before trying to get up, falling off the table and letting out a cry as his body made contact with the cold concrete floor. A memory of whatever that dream or whatever was. He looked up fully expecting an electrical storm above.
"Go ahead, try. Powers are allowed here." The assistant helped Tweek sit up but he scrambled away from her, until he was backed against the wall.
"Stay away. I'll zap you. Freeze you. Something." Tweek held a hand up, trying to appear threatening even if his shaking hands were having the opposite effect.
The woman nodded, expression unchanged. "Go ahead. Powers are allowed in here." She held a clipboard to her chest.
Tweek sent out a gust of frozen wind, snowflakes quickly came together to form ice shards. She held up her hand and seemed to absorb Tweek's snow, spinning above her hand before a snowball dropped to the floor with an icy thud. "Try again." She said sweetly.
Tweek's eyes widened as he mustered up his powers and sent sparks from his fingertips, going for the clipboard to hopefully knock her off balance.
The lab assistant put her hand up again to block the incoming lightning, the minuscule bolts made contact with the metal clip holding her papers in place causing a cloud of smoke to erupt, blowing the lab assistant's hair back. Her windswept hair revealed a large red burn on the side of her face and yellowing of her right eye.
"What…what are you?" Tweek asked in shock before scrambling up to bolt from the door. He grabbed the handle and shook it. Locked. He desperately shot ice and lighting at it to try and get away as the lab assistant coughed on the floor, before carefully getting up. Her yellow eye glittering as she approached Tweek. "N-no, don't burn me. I want nothing to do with this." Tweek gave up on the door handle and sank to the floor in a heap.
The lab assistant pointed at her eye. "This you don't have to worry about. Your powers came to be naturally. The rest of us were subject to experimentation."
Tweek froze, his heartbeat in his throat. He looked at this lady, about his age but he could almost place her. In a time before the apocalypse, her good eye was a soft brown that now chilled him thanks to that dream. "Who are you? I know you from somewhere." He screwed his eyes shut to try and remember her, a little girl in Mr Garrison's class. "Red?"
She flicked back her hair and went to gather her papers that scattered from Tweek's electric bolt. "I go by Ruby now. The boss wanted us to have new names to forget about the past. Had to do it, or else I would've had no place to go otherwise. Us non-superheros didn't have it as easy as you. But that's going to change with our research."
"What happened to your face? What did you do to me back there?" Tweek shuddered as Red helped him to his feet.
"As soon as the boss perfects it, anyone can have superpowers if they wish. If sacrificing my looks was part of it, so be it. Who needs a pretty face when you can have immeasurable power?" A sly smile crossed Red's face as Tweek gulped.
Bebe padded downstairs to check on Kenny on the couch. His face looked like a giant bruise and she managed to use two precious tampons she had on her to plug his nose to stop the bleeding. He was asleep, his head turned to the side, complexion ashen. Bebe shook his shoulder gently and he took in a deeper breath. She was scared he would die on her. Kenny could come back, of course but no idea when he would come back. She turned to hear footsteps down the staircase to find Kyle.
"Stan's asleep. Didn't want to eat and Clyde I managed to soak the soup broth in a sponge and drip it down his throat. He's uh the same for now." Kyle looked down at Kenny as Bebe got up.
"So everyone is fed except for us. I think Stan won't try anything if we eat a quick dinner?" Bebe got up to head to the kitchen. They had gotten vegetables grown and harvested from the farm and made a thin vegetable soup. Seemed the easiest to eat with everyone in various states of injury.
Kyle followed and poured himself a bowl as he joined Bebe at the kitchen table. "I'm sorry we have no bread for a side, or even meat or noodles for the soup."
"It's fine. I'm sure we could figure something out, grow wheat and make flour for bread or noodles. Or try and make it with potatoes or something else." She takes a sip of the soup. "It's not bad and we can feed everyone, that's what matters."
Kyle nods as he takes a spoonful. "I'd kill for something easy. A damn peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I'd kill for anything to be easy."
"Hmmm figured you might just like just the peanut butter or just the jelly." Bebe laughs as Kyle gives her a dirty look. "Just a joke, sorry."
"I really don't want to talk about who I'm attracted to when everyone we know is either dead or horribly injured." Kyle's cheeks reddened. "The apocalypse happened and someone wants to kill us, but sure let me have an existential crisis over my sexuality."
Bebe burst out laughing at this and Kyle glared again. "Shhh you're going to wake someone." Kyle hisses at her.
"Sorry, I can't help but laugh. This day can't get worse so I might as well laugh." Bebe wiped her eyes as she took another bite.
"Can we change the subject please?" Kyle frowns as he eats. "I don't know why you're sticking around, it's dangerous to even be associated with us, Bebe."
"You need the help and I need a car." Bebe sighs, "The snowmobile won't work once it's warm again."
"I'm sorry, again. I'm sure Kenny is sorry too. You want me to go into the Middle Park and get you a new car and medical supplies? I guess I can get some for us too. Stan's going to need a lot of stuff. Maybe even antidepressants." Kyle puts his spoon down.
"It's not going to be a full heist. The best you can do is get a job in the controlled zone, something with access to supplies and sneak them out. Try to stockpile it until you have enough. Then maybe keep an eye for a good car for me. Maybe take anything else useful. Maybe some bread if you see it." Bebe looks at him with a grin.
"Okay, take a little at a time from the city. Don't let them check me. Keep Stan healthy, keep Clyde stable, let Kenny recover, get you a car, me…I don't know." Kyle looks down at himself. "Like they wouldn't recognize me right away."
Bebe chuckled as she ate. "You have fresh water, you can bring a few bottles of it to bribe and get people to look the other way. But since you don't have superpowers we get to do the next best thing."
"What's that?" Kyle asked, afraid of the gleam in Bebe's eye.
Bebe gets up and puts her hands on Kyle's shoulders, leaning in to touch the soft curls of hair framing Kyle's face. "A makeover."