(A/n: Hope you have a safe and Happy Holidays!)

Chapter 10: Misfortune Pt. 1- An Unknown End To A Friendship

August 16th- Clyde

"Clyde, wake up! It's time for you to get ready for school!"

The loud voice of a woman elicits a groan from her child, who's snuggled underneath his black bedsheets decorated with different sports balls. His pillowcase has the same color and designs. Sluggishly, a head full of brown, disheveled hair peeks out from under the covers, the boy yawning while he sits up into a sitting position. He weakly rubs his weary eyes.

"I wish it was Friday already," his tired mind grumbles.

"Clyyyde!"

"I'm uuuup!" He shouts back in a similar playful tone. He shrugs the blanket clinging to his shoulders off of him and gets out of bed. His mother is like his alarm clock, putting shame to the device that's meant to wake him up every morning for school instead. He scratches his stomach underneath his dark red pajama shirt as he walks to his bathroom, his bare feet padding lightly across his brown carpeted floor. He enters his bathroom, turns on the light, and does his usual routine of using the toilet first, then washing his face afterwards, using a step stool to help him reach the sink. He can't wait until he's tall enough to reach things that surpass his height on his own.

Turning off the light, he walks back into his room, heading towards his dresser. In the darkness, he easily picks out a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and socks, and goes to lay them down on his bed. He returns to his dresser for some clean underwear to change into after he's done eating breakfast, setting it down beside his clothes. He treks out into the hallway with another yawn, going down the stairs towards the dining room, the aroma of his mother's cooking wafting into his nostrils instantaneously. Although he always dreads waking up for school every morning, the breakfast his mother cooks make getting up against his will worth it, providing him a sufficient energy boost to last him throughout the day.

He soon sees both of his parents sitting at the dining table that's covered in a white embroidered tablecloth, his father busy reading the newspaper. On the table are two napkins folded neatly into triangles with three eating utensils on top of each of them, a jar of grape jelly and a bottle of syrup are in the middle, and seven plates. Three of them are empty, and they belong to Clyde and his parents. They also have beverages, his mother and father both have coffee while he was given a small cup of orange juice. The rest of the four plates contain slices of toast, eggs, strips of bacon, and some sausages.

"About time you came down, Mr. Sleepyhead," his mother teases. She has short, dark brown hair and the color of her eyes are akin to amethyst crystals. She's wearing a plain white nightgown and matching colored bedroom slippers. Clyde sticks his tongue out at her in response, sitting next to his father. Even though his frame is hidden behind the newspaper, Clyde knows that he's wearing his work clothes which is a grey suit, and his black dress shoes can be seen under the table. "So, Clyde, how's it going at school?" His mother asks as she reaches for the jar of jelly and sets it down by her plate. She twists the lid off, putting it face up on the table.

Clyde suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at the repeated query. She asks him that every weekday morning. "Mom, you always ask me that," he points out before grabbing two pieces of toast. He puts one of them on his plate, and takes a bite out of the other one. He then grabs two strips of bacon, laying them on top of the toast on his plate in the shape of an 'X'.

"That's because," his mother starts off saying as she grabs a butterknife and raises her toast with her other hand, then digs the blade into the dark-colored jelly. "We're your parents and we have to know how our child is faring in school," she says reasonably as she spreads the jelly onto her toast.

"Well, I already told you that we got a new teacher. Nothing else has been happening lately," Clyde admits with a shrug, proceeding to eat his toast dry. He's not going to tell his parents about the quiz he flunked yesterday. It's not his fault he couldn't focus while Mr. Garrison was teaching, he was sooo boring.

His mother gently sets the butterknife down on her plate, emitting a mellow clinking sound. "Okay then, what about your friends? How are they?" She asks before biting her toast. Her husband finally stops reading his newspaper. His short hair is also a darker shade of brown, and his mauve-colored eyes are behind the lens of his black square-rimmed glasses. He folds the newspaper into a rectangle, then lowers it on the floor by his feet. He seizes just about everything on the four plates and puts them onto his own plate in silence, listening to his wife and son talk as per usual every morning unless addressed or if he has something to say.

Clyde eats and swallows the last remnant of his toast before answering. "They're fine, I guess. But Tweek's been acting weird lately. He won't talk to me or Craig anymore," he says frowning.

Neither him nor Craig know why Tweek dislikes them, but they know that they did nothing wrong to warrant such aversion. Clyde tried to demand an explanation from the crazy-haired blonde, but he ignored him as if he didn't exist. Tweek talked to the other children though, and it upset Clyde as well as made him jealous.

"Yesterday, Craig was acting weird too. But we still talked and hung out in school," Clyde recalls, unaware of his parents giving him concerned looks as he stares at his food.

Monday afternoon was when he caught a glimpse of Craig acting strange...no, not strange. Rather, he was rendered frightened. Clyde was initially going to sit with him on the school bus, but Craig went over to Trent, Billy, and Ricky. Seeing his friend protect the kid in crutches made Clyde happy. He was only able to watch up until Craig flipped Trent off before getting on the bus, holding back his laughter. He spared a glance at Tweek as he headed to an empty seat, and waited for Craig. But Tolkien approached him and asked if he could sit with him. Clyde was going to kindly decline, but he didn't have the heart to do that, so he scooted over to the window. While waiting for the rest of the children to board the bus, they engaged in a conversation. Clyde didn't expect this. The last time him and Tolkien interacted was when they along with Leopold participated in an assignment that required them to be creative with Play-doh back in May. Leopold was the one who kept and took the ice cream sandwich home. Clyde was so absorbed in his conversation with Tolkien that he didn't see Craig get on the bus, but he did see him when he was leaving. The words to bid him goodbye got lodged in Clyde's throat when he saw the sheer horror in Craig's amber eyes, he was clutching his book bag in both arms to the point of squeezing it.

"Woah...I wonder what Wendy told him," Tolkien murmured as he watched Craig leave in a hurry.

Knowing that Craig sat next to Wendy thanks to Tolkien, Clyde began to wonder why. Perhaps he was worried about her? She was acting just as odd as Tweek was. But whatever it was she told Craig, it haunted him the following day. Naturally, Clyde wanted to know what they talked about, so he asked Craig. But he merely told him that he wouldn't believe him. "Just what did Wendy tell Craig that he can't tell me about it...?"

"Clyde?"

The boy blinks a few times, snapping out of his thoughts. Confused as to why he has his attention to his unfinished breakfast, Clyde looks up to see the worried looks on his parents' faces.

"You okay, son?" His father asks.

Clyde hesitates momentarily before answering him with a nod of his head. Clyde pushes his chair back using the table and gets down, his appetite gone. "I'm not hungry anymore," he declares. He turns around and goes back up to his room, feeling the concerned gazes trained on his back.

/

Never before has Clyde been so eager for the school bus to come pick him up, although he feels immensely regretful for leaving the rest of his food uneaten. The toast didn't satisfy his hunger nowhere near close enough.

After he went to his room to tidy himself up for school, he came out only to be flooded with questions from his mother about his sudden loss of appetite. He'd gotten accustomed to her hounding, but to be honest, that kind of behavior still annoyed him. He was aware that his mother was just looking out for him, and wanted to be there for him whenever he was down, but she didn't need to know everything that upset him. The issue regarding his friends was something he could figure out on his own...He hoped. Much to his relief, his father stepped in and calmed the woman down with words of reasoning reassurance, causing her to slowly but surely drop the subject.

After a minute or so of waiting, the bus finally pulls up to the Donovan's household.

Now wearing his jacket, a pair of blue mittens because his mother informed him that it was snowing, and his sneakers, Clyde exits the house bidding his parents an awkward goodbye.

He boards the bus and immediately goes to sit next to Craig once he saw availability. His red racer book bag is on his lap. He still appears disconcerted, however not as badly compared to two days ago. "Good morning, Craig," Clyde greets him habitually.

"Good morning," Craig says back with a faint smile, seemingly wanting to say more but opts not to. He straightens his lips into a line and looks down at his book bag.

Clyde frowns, but he doesn't question it, despite wanting to know what his friend wanted to say. He then looks around the bus, noticing that not many people are talking. That's because not many children are on the bus. Stan is absent along with Kenny, Heidi, Tolkien, and six more children. Bebe and Wendy are sat together. Bebe looks like she wants to say something to the other girl, but decides to keep quiet since Wendy doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk. Sitting in the seat across from Clyde and Craig is Kyle, his head resting on the side of the bus with his eyes closed. He didn't bring his book bag. "I wonder if he's worried about Eric going missing or even cares. They weren't really good friends," Clyde thinks. He didn't really pay much attention to Kyle's group, but everyone in school knows of the boy's complicated friendship with Eric.

Clyde feels a pang of hurt in his chest when he spots Tweek sitting with Leopold on the opposite side of the bus, Leopold doing most of the talking whereas Tweek is seemingly listening to him. Clyde averts his attention forward. Suddenly finding out the reason for Tweek's neglecting behavior becomes Clyde's mission for today. One way or another, he will get Tweek to tell both him and Craig why he's been avoiding them.

As they slowly approach the school, Clyde feels two light taps on his shoulder. He turns his head to the side to meet Craig's gaze, attentive lavender meeting hesitant amber. "Um," Craig utters nervously, struggling to maintain eye contact with Clyde. "When we get to the school...c-can you come with me to the bathroom? I...have something to tell you."

Bubbles of curiosity arise within Clyde's stomach, wondering why his friend suddenly wanted to talk to him in secret. "Sure thing." A weak small smile spreads across Craig's lips, Clyde giving him a smile as well, a genuine one that is oblivious of the inner turmoil Craig is undergoing.

Now near the front of the school, Ms. Crabtree parks the bus and releases the children, being unnaturally quiet. But none of the kids pay her any mind as they exit the bus. Clyde scowls at the backs of Tweek's and Leopold's heads as they walk towards the opened double doors. "I swear we will find out why you've stopped talking to us, Tweek. I don't care how long it takes. We're still friends..."

Now inside the school building, Clyde and Craig walk past their homeroom, going straight to the boys restroom further down the hallway. Tweek halts in the doorway, frowning at their backs before entering the classroom.

The two boys step foot into the restroom. One child leaves and it appears no one else is in here aside from Clyde and Craig. All five of the stall doors are open. Clyde and Craig stop in the center of the restroom and face each other, both boys feeling nervous. There is a tense and awkward silence hanging in the air. Clyde brings it upon himself to speak first. "So, umm, what did you wanna tell me?" He doesn't receive a response after his tentative query, Craig having his eyes to the beige ceramic tile flooring beneath him with a tight grip on his book bag straps. "Craig? What's wrong?" Clyde asks, concern evident in his tone. He inches closer to the quiet boy and places a comforting hand on his shoulder, Craig stiffening under the gentle touch. "It's okay. Just relax." It takes a few moments, but his words help Craig calm down. Craig nods, signaling he is ready to speak. Clyde removes his hand from his shoulder.

"I...I wanna ask you something first."

Fresh new bubbles emerge inside Clyde's gut, doubling his curiosity. His heart starts beating at a slightly faster pace. "What is it?" He asks. The anticipation is killing him, but he holds onto his patience.

"Can I trust you? You won't think I'm crazy after I tell you...will you?"

Clyde doesn't like where this is going. What could Craig possibly tell him that would make him question his trust? Does he think Clyde will deem their friendship over once he revealed to him what was troubling him this entire time? That Clyde would dub him crazy as Craig said he would? To prove those assumptions wrong, Clyde nods. "You can totally trust me." He musters up a smile to show that he was sincere about what he just said. However, deep down, he remains unsettled.

Craig's lips struggle between smiling or not. In the end, his lips straighten into a line. "O-okay...Wendy told me..." he pauses, hesitating as he clutches his book bag straps tightly again.

"Craig?" Clyde wants to say something to consolate his friend, but his mind can't find the right words. Not once since he's known Craig has he seen the boy appear this daunted about what someone apprised to him before. Clyde puts a hand on Craig's shoulder once again, needing no words to mollify his friend's anxiety. The caring gesture is enough to get Craig to relax some, but Clyde's hand lingers on his shoulder until he is sure Craig is completely composed.

Suddenly, a voice of a female teacher comes from within the hallway. Craig tenses up again. "Any remaining students in the restrooms or hallways, please hurry to class. You have five minutes. If you are caught after the five minutes are up, then be prepared to be sent to the Principal's office," she warns.

Clyde frowns, disappointed. If he's sent to Principal Victoria's office for not attending his class on time, he wouldn't hear the end of it from his parents. However, he yearns to hear what Wendy told Craig. He's been longing to know since last Monday...But then again, the thought of being grounded by his parents coerces him to push his inquisitiveness aside. He can wait to be told another time. He lets his hand drop to his side with a sad sigh. "Well, we better get going. Don't wanna get into trouble if we don't head to class," he advises quietly.

Craig lowers his head, the brim of his chullo covering his eyes. Clyde begins to walk out of the restroom only to be stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. He turns his head back in shock. "Don't leave," Craig begs, still not making eye contact.

Clyde's frown deepens. He turns his whole body around to face Craig. "But we have to or we'll get in trouble."

Craig's hold on his wrist tightens. He tries pulling his hand back, but it was to no avail. Craig's grip is firm. "You can't leave..." Craig raises his head, his amber eyes shiny with upcoming tears. "I have to tell you about the monster in this town!"

His desperate exclaim stupefies Clyde. Did he hear him right? "M-monster?" He asks incredulously, making sure his ears didn't deceive him.

"Stan told Wendy that a monster called a Being of Darkness is in this town! It was the one who killed that guy on the news and kidnapped Eric, not a person! Even Tweek knew it!"

Words cannot describe how baffled Clyde is right now. "...H-huh?" His brain is unable to function properly due to the many questions and Craig's words jumbling together. The cluttered sentences are starting to make his head throb. It is truly hard to believe that a monster is inside their hometown, let alone exist.

A strong pressure on his wrist quickly snaps him out of his daze. He blinks a few times, his eyes focusing on the teary-eyed boy in front of him. "D-do you...believe me?" Clyde doesn't answer, not trusting his voice to give Craig a response. He breaks eye contact, looking down at the floor. Craig lets go of his wrist as the tears stream down his face. "Answer me...Y-you told me that I could trust you..."

Clyde balls his hands into fists. Deep down, he wants to trust Craig, but he still can't grasp that a monster is within South Park. "I don't know what to say to him..." Clyde has never felt so conflicted before. An internal battle commences within himself, debating whether if he should believe Craig or not.

Craig eyes Clyde intently. He isn't letting him leave until he gives him an answer. He doesn't care if they stay in the restroom all day.

After an intense yet short mental dispute, Clyde comes to a decision. Clenching his fists tightly, he raises his head looking directly into Craig's eyes, who appears shocked by his remorseful expression. "Craig," Clyde says, his shameful tone sending a wave of sorrow through Craig. "I...I don't think you're lying, but...monsters aren't real. My parents told me they don't exist, and never will."

Craig grimaces. "That's what I thought too, but..."

Seeing his friend that always maintains a cool head looking dismayed makes Clyde wonder if Craig actually believes monsters are real. Craig even mentioned Tweek, saying that he knew a monster killed that man and potentially kidnapped Eric...Actually, Clyde no longer cares since Tweek has been aforementioned in his mind. He's still worried about Eric, but unless he sees a 'Being of Darkness' captured live on television, he's going to proceed to believe that monsters are just fictional entities until proven otherwise. "Well...real or not, we have to settle things with Tweek. He's still our friend and we need to force him to tell us why he's been ignoring us. I don't care how long it takes either." The fretful atmosphere around the two boys slowly begins to wane.

Craig wipes his eyes and cheeks using the sleeves of his blue jacket. "I do," he protests. "It's probably nothing serious anyway." He stops and lowers his arms to his sides, his face expressing his disapproval now dry. "I don't wanna be friends with someone who hates their friends for no reason."

"Oh c'mon, you still think Tweek is our friend and you know it," Clyde says. Craig huffs. "We'll get him to tell us. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then Friday, or even next week. I'm not giving up on him, and you shouldn't either."

Craig stares into Clyde's eyes, the unwavering devotion twinkling in his lavender irises making it impossible for him to argue any further. He heaves a sigh. "Fine, but if he doesn't talk to us by the end of next week, then we aren't friends with him anymore," he says much to Clyde's disagreement, but he nods, agreeing to Craig's terms. For now, at least. Clyde is positive that with enough pestering from both him and Craig, Tweek will surely give in and deliver them the answer they deserve. "So, umm, what now?" Craig asks sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "It's my fault that we stayed in here past the time we're supposed to be in class, so we'll definitely get sent to the Principal's office if we bother leaving."

Clyde purses his lips in thought. "Hmm...we could lie and say one of us had a stomachache, and we went to the nurses office to take care of it?" He suggests.

"Good idea," Craig says.

Now with an excuse to make up for their tardiness, Clyde and Craig leave the restroom with a friendly ambience surrounding them.

Clyde and Craig are the only ones sitting in Mr. Garrison's classroom during recess that early afternoon. Lunch ended a few minutes ago.

Clyde's lie about one of them having a stomachache backfired. They had no slip of paper the nurse always gave the children after their visit to the infirmary to verify that they went to get Craig's stomach checked on. How did Mr. Garrison know they needed something like that? He's still a new teacher here. Thankfully, their thwarted lie didn't result in them being sent to Principal Victoria's office, but they were excluded from recess for one week.

Mr. Garrison had Mr. Hat monitor the two boys from the teachers desk while the man himself watched over the rest of his students outside. Clyde doesn't understand why their teacher left an inanimate object to supervise them. If either of them wanted to, they could leave the classroom at this very moment and the puppet wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them.

"This is freaking stupid," Craig mutters, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand, clearly bored. "Why would he leave a puppet in charge of us? We could totally walk outta here if we wanted to right now."

Clyde chuckles, it was like Craig read his mind. "True, but where we would go though? And besides, we still have like an hour left until school is over."

Craig expresses his dissatisfaction with a groan. Clyde finds his reaction humorous. "So, how are we gonna get Tweek to talk to us?" Craig asks dully. "He's just gonna ignore us even if we look like we're going near him."

Clyde makes a concentrated face. It's true that Tweek will automatically ignore them if either him or Craig seem as if they're going to approach him. He's been avoiding them like the plague as of late. Suddenly, an idea pops into Clyde's head. "Yeah, you're right," then his lips curl into a sly grin. "And that's why I have a plan."

His last statement piques Craig's interest. "What is it?"

"We're gonna get off at Tweek's stop after school. That's when he'll have no choice but to talk to us," Clyde elaborates, feeling proud of himself for coming up with such a straightforward plan.

Craig looks the opposite. "Do you think his parents will let us over even though we didn't call and ask them beforehand?"

"We're not going over to his house. We're just gonna get off at his bus stop and have him give us an answer there."

Craig gives him a deadpan look. "Whatever. It's your plan."

"Darn right it is."

The two boys chat to one another until Mr. Garrison and the rest of the class enter the classroom twenty minutes later.

"Mr. Hat, did those two behave themselves?" Mr. Garrison asks his lifeless assistant as he nears his desk.

The puppet doesn't speak until it's situated on Mr. Garrison's right hand. "Yes, they were very obedient."

The children take their seats, however Tweek and Leopold switch theirs. Instead, Leopold sits next to Craig while Tweek sits next to Wendy.

"Hi, fellas," Leopold greets Clyde and Craig.

"Hey, Leo. Why did you and Tweek switch seats?" Clyde asks.

Leopold rubs his knuckles together over his lap. "Um, well, all he said was that he wanted ta switch seats with me when we got back ta class."

"And you didn't bother to ask him why?" Craig asks dubiously, glaring at Tweek, who's ignoring him.

Leopold shakes his head. "No, Aah didn't really mind, actually...Are you two mad?"

"No," Craig answers bluntly, but Clyde doesn't say anything. The sudden seat change only makes him eager to carry out his plan later on.

*After school*

Clyde boards the school bus full of energy, the exuberant smile on his face overtly showcasing that he is in a good mood. Craig is right behind him, feeling not as joyous as he is. The two sit in the first seat on the right, so they can trail after Tweek as soon as he got off the bus. Little by little, the few children that were riding the bus this morning get on.

"Did you eat any candy today?" Craig asks.

Still beaming, Clyde raises an eyebrow of confusion. "No."

Craig isn't convinced. "Are you sure? How come you're smiling like that?"

Clyde stifles a laugh. "I am one-thousand percent sure." Craig rolls his eyes with a small smile. "I'm just excited to see what Tweek is gonna say to us later."

Craig frowns. "You do know that he probably still wouldn't wanna be friends with us, right?"

The possibility negatively affects Clyde's mood a little bit. "Yeah, but at least we'll know the reason why...Even though we didn't do anything wrong."

The last child to get on the bus is Tweek. Slowly, Ms. Crabtree drives off, surprisingly not going above the speed limit like she usually does once she's out of the school zone. Regardless if it's snowing or not.

"I think he's mad at us," Craig says.

"Why?" Clyde asks.

"...Because I wanted to go over your house last weekend."

Clyde finds it hard to believe Tweek is upset at them over something like that. It seldom happens but it's not strange for one of them to spend their weekday or weekend without the other.

"It's stupid, isn't it?"

Clyde frowns. "It is, but I don't think that's why. It's gotta be something else." Craig just shrugs, not knowing or caring what the real reason could be.

It isn't long until they arrive at Craig's stop, but he stays seated. "I'm going over a friend's house," he tells Ms. Crabtree. She silently closes the door, and drives to the next stop.

"What's up with Ms. Grouch today?" Clyde wonders, but he's not worried enough to care. Her voice was cancerous to listen to, it's nice not hearing her shout at someone every two or three seconds over trivial matters.

When they reach Kyle's stop, which is six meters closer to his house, the Jewish child gets up from his seat very reluctantly. Clyde observes him trudging off of the bus with a frown. Kyle has been very quiet all day, no one could get him to utter a single word. Not even Mr. Garrison. As the bus slowly pulls off, Clyde peeks up through the window at Kyle's house. It's somewhat difficult to see past the frost on the laminated glass, but he can make out the figure of a woman with red hair styled into a beehive standing on the porch out in the slow falling snow. Someone Kyle fails to see at the leisure pace he's going with his head angled down. Looking away, Clyde slumps back against the seat.

Next is Bebe. She whispers a goodbye to Wendy, who only bids her farewell by nodding her head without making eye contact. Bebe frowns as she gets up from the seat and walks down the aisle, hugging her book bag. Once she reaches the front of the bus, Clyde wants to comfort her so badly. To tell her everything will be okay. But she's gone by the time he opens his mouth. After Ms. Crabtree closes the door, she goes to the next child's stop. Clyde doesn't like seeing the girl who's always smiling looking sad, but he can relate to what she's going through. Both him and Craig are going through a similar situation with Tweek, but they're going to find out why that's the case today. To see where their friendship lies based on his answer.

Now there are only six children on the bus, and the only sounds filling the silence are the clanky vibrations of the school bus. Clyde glances over at Craig, glad to see that he's not the only one feeling uncomfortable. Fortunately for them, Tweek's stop eventually comes into view.

Once the bus ceases moving, Clyde and Craig wait for Tweek to leave first before getting off immediately afterwards. Ms. Crabtree asks no questions as she shuts the door and drives away.

Clyde, Craig, and Tweek stand on the sidewalk, Tweek having his back to them. A light chilly breeze gently sways Clyde's and Tweek's hair, and the flaps on Craig's chullo, but not the snowdrops. Clyde shivers, both him and Craig shoving their hands into their jacket pockets. Tweek remains unaffected in nothing but his green long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers that are messily tied. It's so cold that they can see their breaths in the form of white puffs of smoke.

"Tweek," Clyde says breaking the tense silence, but said child doesn't move. "Why have you been ignoring us?" Clyde asks, getting straight to the point.

"..."

"Well?" Craig inquires impatiently. "You gonna give us an answer or not?"

Instead of doing just that, Tweek turns around to face Clyde and Craig. Clyde can tell in that instant Tweek is deliberating whether or not if he should tell them the reason he's been ignoring them. "C'mon, Tweek, you have to tell us," Clyde urges him softly. "If we did anything you didn't like, we promise we won't ever do it again." Craig scrunches up his face, refraining from opening his mouth to object.

Tweek's blue-green eyes look to the ground, his hands shaking into fists. "Y-you guys didn't do anything wrong, but...I...I..." His body starts trembling - not from the cold, but from fear.

Concerned, Clyde takes a small step forward, but Tweek quickly takes a step back. "Tweek-"

"D-don't come near me!" Tweek shouts, his head shooting upwards in a panic. Tears can be seen glistening in his widened eyes, his cheeks tinging a bubblegum pink. "He doesn't want me to be friends with you two anymore! You'll be killed if you keep hanging around me, so just leave me alone!" The tears roll down his cheeks, then he runs away.

Clyde and Craig gape at Tweek's retreating figure until he goes into his home.