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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak, Stan_Marsh/Wendy_Testaburger, Kyle_Broflovski/
      Kenny_McCormick, Clyde_Donovan/Bebe_Stevens, Red/Kevin_Stoley
  Character:
      Tweek_Tweak, Craig_Tucker, Clyde_Donovan, Token_Black, Jimmy_Valmer,
      Kenny_McCormick, Eric_Cartman, Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh, Wendy
      Testaburger, Bebe_Stevens, Heidi_Turner, Butters_Stotch, Red_(South
      Park), Kevin_Stoley
  Additional Tags:
      P_much_every_character_is_at_least_mentioned_lmao, Implied/Referenced
      Coprophilia/Urolagnia, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Drug_Use, Self-Harm
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-26 Updated: 2018-03-05 Chapters: 5/? Words: 12875
****** Holding Onto Hope ******
by ganymedethemoon
Summary
     The door was forced open and a flashlight was shined right into his
     eyes, Tweek groaned. “Jesus Christ,” an officer mumbled, his worst
     fears being confirmed. The boy they determined had likely ran away
     had been here the whole time (five months to be exact) in the
     basement of one of the small town’s esteemed members, Frederick
     Johnson.
     -----
     Read the tags, don't read if the subject matter could upset you, keep
     yourself safe uwu.
     (Slow Updates)
Notes
     f you are wondering yes this is inspired by You're the Blood, I'm the
     Seed by Athena2693 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12734838/
     chapters/29039691), but regardless the only thing thats similar,
     really, is the set up. I want to give as little as context as
     possible for those going into this (which is why the significant lack
     of tags), but just know I do not intend to make this similar. Gotta
     have as much variety in the “Torture Tweek as Much as Possible”
     section of the fandom, y’know :3. But I feel like I should at least
     state they are not ten. The ages of the kids vary in this but the
     general age group is between 14-16. And yes the time jumps around a
     bit so uh be prepared for that. Anyway, enjoy my dudes ^.^!
***** Hospital Room *****
"When can I see Craig?” That was the only thing Tweek could manage to say, he
wouldn’t answer any of the questions asked, only sometimes responding with
slight head nods. He needed Craig’s warm hugs, he needed a hug full of
something other than desperation and guilt. A hug full of true, genuine love
not whatever daddy claimed to have. No, not daddy. That is not his name. What
is it? Fred...Fred something. Whatever. Fred is a good enough name for now. Not
that Tweek wanted to think of him particularly, but that’s all people have
asked about. Police have come in and out of Tweek’s hospital room at Hell’s
Pass asking him what happened, he figured it was easy enough to figure out. He
was found naked after all, tied up and everything.
His wrists and ankles were wrapped in bandages because of the intense rope burn
they had experienced. His pointer and index finger were both broken on his
right hand, Tweek couldn’t quite remember how that happened, in fact what
happened during those 5 months were already starting to get blurry and he had
only escaped two days ago. Or that’s what he thought, time moved oddly in the
hospital. He just wanted to sleep, he didn’t want to hear people chatter off to
him about how much his black eye had improved in healing, or how lucky he was
that none of the scratching or smaking had left any permanent damage.
“Only family members can see you currently, Tweek, your current state is too
fragile to let anyone come in,” A voice said, he didn’t care to open his eyes
to identify whom it was, what was the point?
Tweek sighed and opened his one good eye just the slightest, thankfully it was
the doctor, and his parents were standing by the door. He hadn’t wanted to pull
this card, but he wanted- no- he needed to see Craig, even for just a second,
just to know if he even existed. “I-if I see Craig I-I’ll talk.” It felt weird
making demands, he hadn’t even asked for something in so long, not even here.
He just ate what he was given and did what he was told, he knew not to make a
fuss.
He didn’t really listen to the muffled talk that came afterwards, or really
what the answer to his proposal was, he just wanted to sleep. Whatever they put
him on were one hell of a sedative, all he did was feel sleepy, all he did was
sleep. Which was fine. Sleep was always better than reality.
===============================================================================
 
“Sweetie? Come on sweetie wake up. Daddy wants some playtime before he goes to
work. Don’t pretend to be asleep, your eyes flutter a bit when you pretend.
Daddy will play whether you’re properly wake up or not, but if you’re
responsive Daddy’ll give you some coffee.” Frederick Johnson had learnt very
early on that the easiest way to get Tweek to respond to anything was with
bribery, specifically with bribes that involved caffeine. He could thank the
blonde boy’s birth parents for getting him addicted to the most common drug,
while he didn’t quite approve it made things much simpler. And he promised
himself that once Tweek was more well behaved and didn’t need bribery anymore,
he would get the boy off of his addiction. But for now, it suited his needs
just fine.
Tweek opened his eyes fully looking into the dark brown ones of his abductor.
Frederick smiled slightly, an almost flirtatious smirk on his lips as he leaned
down and kissed Tweek’s chapped lips. Tweek didn’t kiss back. He didn’t
respond. It was easiest. Kissing him felt different than kissing Craig, wrong
and disgusting. After kissing Craig he wanted to do it again, after kissing his
kidnapper he wanted to throw up.
“Alright, honey, I’m going to untie your legs now. Don’t kick, okay?” Tweek
didn’t even look down to acknowledge what had been said. There would be no
point in kicking, his legs would be pinned up anyway and Tweek knew his
strength couldn’t compare to the one pinning him down. No matter how many times
he was penetrated he still couldn’t help but yelp in pain as a lubricated
finger intruded him. “God prepping you is getting so tedious, I should just
leave a buttplug in you. That would make things so much easier, hm? Would you
like that baby?”
Tweek knew it was rhetorical, daddy didn’t truly give a shit about what he
wanted, no matter how much he acted as if he did. The blonde shook his head
slightly anyway, the corners of his eyes pricking with tears. The pedophile
chuckled slightly as he inserted another calloused finger inside the smaller
boy. Tweek grunted and involuntary clenched around the two fingers as they
scissored him open. “Remember what I told you sweetheart, if you relax it’s
much nicer. Daddy can slide his cock in way easier, and you want things to be
easier for daddy, right?” Tweek figured this question was rhetorical too, so he
didn’t answer, he focused on not tightening around the, now, three fingers that
invaded him.
This, however, seemed to be the wrong response as he was given a strong smack
to his ass by the older man’s free hand. Tweek yelped again, louder than
before. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”
Tweek grunted before attempting a response, “NGH, Y-yes!” He pressed his
fingernails against the palms of his hands, wanting something to focus on other
than the violation currently going on below.
“Yes, what?” Frederick asked, slowly removing his fingers from the smaller boy.
Tweek bit his lip roughly, drawing some blood as he felt his ass slowly get
some relief. Frederick repeated himself angrily as he rubbed lube aggressively
across his more than reasonably sized penis. Tweek’s head snapped to the side
involuntarily dreading the words he knew had to come out of his mouth next. He
had gotten this far, calling this man daddy so he would cum faster wasn’t the
worst thing that he would be experiencing right now. At least his dick wasn’t
in yet. That was a plus. “Yes...d-daddy,” Tweek mumbled his teeth barely
leaving his dry lips as he spoke. The man moaned just at the sound of a 14 year
old calling him daddy, it was his favourite sound of all, the best sound in all
the world he thought, the 14 year old, however, disagreed.
He pushed in on his next breath, plunging in balls deep on the first thrust, he
had to hurry up or he would be late to work. He pounded the smaller boy
roughly, slamming his body against the bed, his small frame making a
surprisingly loud sound as it banged against the basement walls. Tweek’s tears
were flowing freely down his face, his mouth making muffled sobbing noises as
he tried to drown out the sounds of his pain to his capter, he knew the perv
got off on it. That perv got off to practically everything Tweek did, before he
was kidnapped Tweek didn’t know that shit could be a fetish, a time in which he
lived in very peaceful ignorance. But Tweek knew that abductor was a...what are
they called a misogynist? Wait, no, that was the other side of it. A...sadist!
Frederick Johnson was a sadist. A kink that fell just second to his daddy one,
nothing got him harder than being called daddy. Disgusting.
The blonde hardly noticed when the other finished, too busy focusing on the
ringing pain smashing through his head after being slammed against a wall for
ten minutes straight. But he always knew the feeling of seed filling him up,
that was the grossest part to him, having the nasty cum of another man inside
him. And he couldn’t clean it out, not when his hands were always tied. Granted
after Frederick pulled out he did adjust the younger boy so that he could
properly eat his food, without hands of course, those being tied behind his
back. He had gotten the hang of eating toast and eggs without his hands though,
he had been doing this for...for...he didn’t know. He couldn’t remember how
long he’d been in the basement of a pedophile. Long enough for him to know the
way things worked without setting off said pedophile, but he could’ve done that
in a week. God he hoped it had only been a week, and fuck did he hope it would
stay as only a week. He knew someone would come for him soon, right? Someone
knew he was gone.
They are looking for him,
They care,
People are worried,
Right?
***** Quiet Hallways *****
Chapter Notes
     Welcome back to another edition of Mr and Mrs Tweak are super ooc kms
     B)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“What is your name?”
“Tweek Tweak.”
“How old are you?”
“14.” The lady clicked her tongue as she wrote something down. Was that the
wrong answer?
“What year is it?”
“2017.” She clicked again.
“Month?”
“Oh, uh it’s probably around November by now, I think.” Another click. Was it
not November? Was it still October? Or later?
“Who are your parents?”
“Richard Tweak and Helen Tweak.” No click of the tongue this time. He seemed to
have gotten that one right.
“Alright Tweek, I would like to give you some information and I want you to
stay calm, okay?” Stay calm, yeah that was the easiest way to make sure someone
didn’t freak out in a situation. Whenever someone said ‘stay calm’ something
bad always happened after, that’s what Daddy almost always said to him during
sex. Tweek nodded anyway.
“It is currently February 9th, 2018 and you are 15 years old.” The words didn’t
set in for a moment, Tweek sat unblinking, staring at the older woman. He was
pretty sure she was some sort of therapist, there to check out his mental state
after he had been healed to the best of the hospital’s ability. But then the
words hit him. It was February. He missed his own birthday. He missed Halloween
and Christmas and New Years and Craig’s Birthday. He had missed so much. It’s
not like he expected the world outside the dingy basement to have stopped, but
he also didn’t think he had been gone for something like five months! God the
amount of school work he would have to make up, what if he failed school
because of this? He fell so far behind that he could never keep up again, and
everyone would go on without him and he would still be stuck doing gade nine
for the rest of his life.
“Tweek? Come on, stay with me here, I know it’s hard to hear but you have to
stay in the present,” The therapist-whatever lady said, snapping her fingers.
Tweek wanted to be anywhere but the present, well he didn’t want to be in the
past much either. Although going back to September wouldn’t be so bad. When
Craig was easing his nerves about starting High school, promising to walk Tweek
to all his classes holding his hand the whole time. Craig was such a good
boyfriend. Tweek missed him so much, it’d been so long. He started to cry.
“It’s okay, it’s alright to cry. Things have been very hard for you and it is
okay for you to let your feelings out through tears. Whatever helps you cope.”
He didn’t need to hear this stupid preaching. He didn’t want to hear it. He
didn’t want to hear anything. He just wanted to curl up into a ball and not
listen to anything anymore.
“C-can I see Craig?” He asked, looking at the wrinkled older woman through a
sea of tears.
“Who is Craig?” She asked, she got her pen ready again.
“Craig Tucker, mm-my boyfriend. O-or my bo-boyfriend from before at least. I-
I don’t kn-know if he moved on si-since I’ve been-” Before he could finish he
started another wave of sobbing. He hadn’t even thought about Craig moving on.
He just assumed Craig would be waiting for him when he got out, that Craig
would even be the one to save him, his knight in shining armor. But what if he
was dating someone else. Someone better. Would Craig even still want Tweek
anymore? No one wants damaged goods. And that’s what he is now. Damaged.
Christ, how fucking cliche.
“Why do you think Craig would have moved on while you were gone?” The bitch
asked.
“Why do you think! Everyone probably thought I was dead! Why would anyone want
me now?!” Tweek shouted at her, his arms flailing as he frantically tried to
express his feelings and wipe his face at the same time.
“Alright, Tweek, how about you answer a questions for me, hm?” Isn’t that what
he had been doing this whole time? Tweek nodded anyway. “On a scale of one to
ten how sad are you right now? One being not sad at all and ten being very
sad.” This stupid question. The one that the therapist used to ask him all the
time, back when he still saw one. Everyone decided eventually just putting him
on pills was the best form action rather than him “talking out his feelings”.
“Ten,” Tweek spat out. He didn’t even really know if he felt very sad, he
mostly just felt worried, but what else is new. She wrote something down
clicking her tongue and nodding. Tweek wished she’d stop doing that, it was
getting on his nerves.
“And why are you feeling like that?” He didn’t even want to answer, he just
wanted to scream. So he did. Write that down. He’s pretty sure she did. He
couldn’t really tell, the tears were really fogging up his vision. He thought
she said something, maybe asked him a question, but he was no longer listening.
She left after that. Good, he never wanted to speak to another therapist again,
or speak at all for that matter.
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“Dude, do you have to smoke right now, it smells fucking nasty,” Clyde whined
his mitted hands tucked deeply into the pockets of his South Park High team
jacket.
“I’m a fucking stressed dude, lay off,” Craig mumbled, blowing another puff of
smoke into the air.
“We need to make sure you stop hanging around Kenny, he’s a bad influence,”
Clyde sighed, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
“Really though, do you think Tweek wants you smelling like smoke?” Token asked
him, such a mom. Craig knew he was right, however, so he put his hands up in
defense, took one last inhale and stomped the cigarette out.
“S-s-so mature, Cr-Craig,” Jimmy said through a smile.
“Fuck off Jimmy,” Craig muttered, flipping him off, causing the latter to
chuckle.
“I-I take it b-back.”
Then they were there. There being the only hospital in South Park, Hell’s Pass,
such a great name for such a great place, hopefully the lack of vocal
expression isn’t stopping you from hearing the sarcasm. But it’s where Tweek
is. The thought of it was so surreal to Craig, Tweek had been out of his reach
for so long, and now he was only a couple of minutes away of touching his
boyfriend again. Fuck how he missed his spaz.
He spent the last couple months doing nothing but missing Tweek. He spent the
entirety of Tweek’s birthday crying holding a shirt he had left in Craig’s
room, he wouldn’t even celebrate his own without the blonde.
“Are you sure you don’t want to do something? We could have it at my house and
everything, you're turning 16 we can’t just let this brush by,” Token had asked
him. That’s all his friends did, ask him again and again if he’s sure that he
doesn’t want to do anything. Clyde assured him that he could get beer and Kenny
would bring...well anything he could get his hands on really, why would he want
to miss out on a sick party like that? But he did, he stayed in his room
playing with Stripe on his birthday, he wasn’t out partying like everyone
wanted him to. He couldn’t, not when he was so worried about Tweek.
But now he didn’t need to worry. Tweek was okay. Well alive. There had been no
confirmation as to what happened to Tweek during those months, but Craig could
certainly make assumptions based on presented evidence. But he wouldn’t ask
Tweek what happened, he promised himself that, he wanted his boyfriend to be
able to leave it in the past and move on and he wanted to help him anyway he
could.
Clyde slapped his pudgy hand onto the desk of the receptionist. “Four tickets
to see Tweek Tweak, please!” He shouted at the man who looked more than
startled.
“I’m sorry he’s an idiot. We’re here to see Tweek Tweak, do you know what room
he’s in?” Token asked politely pushing Clyde away from the poor man.
“He’s in room 108, it’s just down the hall to my left, keep going straight then
turn right, it’ll be one of the doors on the right. But uh, it says that he’s
no allowed to have any visitors aside immediate family and a Craig Tucker...are
you all immediate family?” The receptionist asked, eying the four boys
suspiciously.
“I’m Craig Tucker,” Craig said plainly, “they’re just here to support me.”
Craig turned to walk towards Tweek’s apparent room. The man hummed choosing to
trust the boys, or maybe he just didn’t care all that much, and went back to
typing on his computer. The three other boys follow behind the taller. Craig
hadn’t been in hospitals all that much, but he didn’t think it was always this
quiet in them, it unsettled him. The only sound was a couple of hushed talk
between those sitting in waiting chairs, the rolling of carts and Jimmy’s
crutches clacking against the tiled floor. He followed the directions of the
receptionist walk down the hallways as fast as he could go without running.
“J-jesus Ch-Christ Craig wait u-up,” Jimmy muttered in annoyance, struggling to
keep up with the group.
“He just excited, it’s so cute,” Clyde cooed, slowing down to match Jimmy’s
pace. Craig responded by simply flipping the brunette off, speeding up just to
spite him. Craig turned the last corner and spotted his boyfriend’s parents
standing outside his room, arms crossed and not looking at each other. He
actually started running now.
“Don’t fucking run in a hospital!” Token scolded him, jogging lightly after
him. Craig ignored him, rushing to meet the blonde’s parents. Mrs. Tweak met
him with a soft smile, lowering her crossed arms slowly. Mr. Tweak met him,
however, with a slight glare almost as if he was mad at Craig, for whatever
reason.
“Hello there, Craig,” Mrs. Tweak greated him fondly.
“Hello ma’am,” Craig said respectfully, not looking at the older woman as he
was too busy looking at the doorway that led to Tweek.
“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Tweak,” Token smiled, waving slightly at the parents.
“You boys know you can’t go in right,” Mr. Tweak said sharply, “Tweek isn’t
stable enough to see more than family members. He shouldn’t be seeing Craig
right now but he’s been insisting.”
Craig blushed subtly, his heart beat racing. “He has?” Craig mumbled
breathlessly, more than anxious at this point to see his boyfriend.
“Oh, let Tweek’s friends see him! He’s been lacking human contact for so long
it’ll be good for him!” Mrs. Tweak insisted, clasping her hands together. Craig
tuned the two out as they started to bicker slightly over it, he clenched his
hands into fists impatiently.
“Fine, fine! We’ll see how he does with just Craig and then maybe we can try
with the other boys, okay?” Mr. Tweek caved after a few moments of heated
disscusion, his hands waving in the air in dramatics. Mrs. Tweak nodded her
head happily.
“Alright Craig, Tweek should be awake from his nap by now, we can go in, okay?”
Mrs. Tweak, opened the door for the boy and he quickly went through, not even
waving a goodbye to his friends first. The room smelled like disinfectant and
stale blood, so like shit. And on pare to the smell, Tweek looked like shit.
His left eye was swollen shut, it dark and purple in colour, his face was all
blotchy and red. His entire neck was covered in hickies and bite marks, his
arms matched but with the added accessory of scratch marks. Craig could only
assume the deeper ones were hidden under the multitude of bandages covering his
body. His hair had gotten so long too, it was past his shoulders now, still as
chaotic as ever though. But despite all this, it was still Tweek and to Craig
he still looked just as beautiful as always. Craig started to cry, heavy silent
tears were running down his face.
Tweek’s mom shook him lightly awake and he woke with a start, clutching the
sheets of his bed and jerking up abruptly. But then he recognized where he was.
And he recognized who woke him up. And it was just him mom. She wasn’t going to
hurt him. Something was different though, her mother was smiling more than
usual, and someone was sniffling. Tweeks head turned sharply to the left and
his eyes met the piercing blue ones of Craig. Tweek smiled. He thought he had
forgotten how to do that.
Chapter End Notes
     Remember when I said that this chapter would be longer hahahah jokes
     Also when I said slow updates
     Man I really joshed you guys hahah
     (also I fucking love Clyde fun fact)
***** Hickeys *****
Chapter Notes
     Yes warning I uncomfortably detail everything bc I'm a mess
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Craig’s room hadn’t changed at all. It was still covered in space posters and a
handful of Star Wars merch, and of course the cage where he kept Stripe #4. She
hadn’t changed much either, maybe just a little fatter but that was it. Craig
let him play with her on his bed as he watched, smiling. His two favourite
things in the world were both here, safe, and on his bed. But then Tweek
started crying and Craig stopped smiling.
Craig pushed Stripe lightly to the side and pulled Tweek up into his arms.
“Hey, it’s okay Tweek. What’s wrong?” Craig asked lightly letting Tweek sob
into his shoulder. Tweek didn’t say anything for a little bit, but once he
opened his mouth he couldn’t seem to stop. “I-I just feel bad for pets. Locked
up all the t-time and shit. It’s scary man! They must be scared! They have no
say in anything, they’re just owned and it sucks! Th-they can’t talk and they
have to wear stupid fucking collars. Because that’s the way to signify you’re
owned. If you have an outdoor cat they gotta wear collars so you know they’re
not just a stray. I feel so bad, I feel so bad, I feel so bad-” Tweek cut
himself off by screaming into Craig’s shoulder.
“Did you,” Craig paused for a moment, gulping quietly, “did he make you wear a
collar?” Craig hated probing him, he hated it so much, but this was the deal.
Tweek can come home and he can see a therapist less if Craig can ease what
happened out of Tweek. It would be easier for the blonde to say what happened
to a stranger if he already managed to get it out to someone close to him. It
made the most sense, he refused to tell anyone else what happened. He screamed
it was too much pressure. But with Craig he felt relaxed, and he felt okay with
sharing, whether he meant to or not.
“ARGH- Yeah!” Tweek said with a dry laugh following. “Fuckin’ bright pink too.
It had like a tag attached to it or whatever that said ‘daddy’s’, cause
according to him I was just a fucking pet or something.” The dry laughter
continued, as did the tears. Tweek clutched tightly onto the fabric of Craig’s
shirt, needing something to ground himself. “One of the only days I remember
really well was when he came back with it. He was mad at me. Really mad. I
don’t remember why, but I was pretty sure I got punished already. You know what
he did Craig?” Tweek asked rhetorically, his head forehead pressing angrily on
his boyfriend’s bony shoulder. Craig didn’t want to know, but he had to, even
if he didn’t want to. Tweek needed someone to talk to, and no matter how hard
it was to listen to what happened, he knows how much worse it was for Tweek to
have lived through it. “He fucking pissed on me. I probably bit his dick or
something so he tied me to a pole that was in the middle of the room, away from
the bed, and just fucking pissed. And then left. It was fucking cold and it
smelled and it was the worst, I would’ve vomited but he hadn’t fed me that day,
or the day before from what I can remember.
“He came back like three hours later with a fucking collar. He then mostly used
that to tie me to things. Oh he had like a dress too. I don’t get why he didn’t
just kidnap a girl if he wanted to fuck a girl so badly. All he did was call me
‘baby girl’ and shit, I don’t get it.” Tweek mumbled off again and fuck was
that a lot for Craig to soak in. He knew a bit about the feminization stuff
that went down, but the creep pissing on Tweek? That was new. Craig felt like
heaving chunks from the revelation but he didn’t want to leave Tweek’s embrace,
so he choked it back down.
“Don’t worry, Tweek, they’ll find him and he’ll stay in jail forever. I’ll kick
his ass personally too.” Craig gave Tweek a couple of reassuring rubs on the
back for extra messure. But he still felt the smaller boy tense in his embrace.
“F-find him?” Tweek asked tentatively, raising his head from the now-damp patch
of Craig’s shirt.
Oh.
Fuck.
Craig forgot he wasn’t supposed to tell Tweek that yet. While, no one had told
Tweek that Johnson was captured,  no one told him he wasn’t either. And of
course he didn’t assume the latter, Tweek expected that they had got the
bastard when they broke into his home to save Tweek. But they didn’t. He wasn’t
home. And no one knew where he went.
“What do you mean find him?” Tweek asked again, his tears starting to dry up as
he started at Craig with intense green-brown eyes.
“They… don’t know where he is Tweek. He must’ve fled when he expected them to
come for you. I’m sure he’s still around somewhere and they’ll get him and
he’ll be arrested,” Craig said as calmly as he could, looking back in Tweek’s
eyes as he saw the fear seep into them with every passing word.
“He’s gonna come get me! He’ll find me! Oh Jesus! I can’t go back Craig! I
can’t, I can’t!” Tweek reached up to pull at his hair but Craig caught his
hands before they could entangle in his blonde locks. He threaded their fingers
together and used his thumbs to rub slow circles onto Tweek’s knuckles.
“He won’t. He’s got nowhere to take you and no vehicle to take you in. There
are a billion locks on your windows and doors there is no way in hell anyone is
getting in without you wanting them in. You’re safe Tweek. I’ll make sure of
it. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.” Craig wondered how Tweek could
cry so much, as he started doing it again. But these looked like tears of
relief, and maybe joy, but certainly not sadness. And then they were kissing.
Craig was pretty sure it was Tweek who initiated it, he couldn’t possibly kiss
Tweek without warning, not after what happened. But Tweek started it, he
thinks, so he’ll continue it. And god has he missed kissing Tweek. Yeah, his
lips were bitten and a little bloody, and it felt like the kid practically
absorbed the moisture from him, but it was soft and nice. He tasted like coffee
even when he hadn’t had it in a while and while Craig wasn’t the biggest fan of
the bitter taste it was comforting to him, Tweek was warm and comforting. And
that’s what the kiss was, which was exactly what Tweek needed.
Yeah sure Craig’s minty gum made his breath almost feel like ice but Jesus were
his lips ever smooth and gentle. While Tweek had never seen the elder put on
chapstick he was sure Craig must, there’s no other way. Craig didn’t try to
force his tongue into Tweek’s mouth, or bite his bottom lip or do anything
aside kiss him back. Tweek almost cried harder just at the feeling of being in
control, he finally had a say in what happened, if he wanted to keep kissing
Craig he could, and if he wanted to stop he could. He had a choice. Fuck, what
pure bliss that was.
Tweek opened his eyes and placed the palms of his hands against Craig’s chest,
pushing softly, just enough for Craig to fall back against the bed. Their lips
separated as the noirette fell back and Tweek adjusted himself so he was
properly straddling Craig. “Craig?” Tweek spoke up, prompting the person in
question to open his eyes.
“Yeah babe?” Craig responded, running his hands across the blonde boys calf.
“W-will you give me a hickey?” The younger asked shyly leaning forward a bit so
he and Craig were more on eye level.
“Uh, why?” Craig asked, mildly confused but not completely turned off by the
idea. Not that he knew how to give a hickey...exactly. He knew how to do in
theory, he thought. Just suck really hard on the desired spot until it bruises,
something like that.
“I...I just want a hickey that isn’t from him. I wanna be marked by someone I
actually care about.” Craig blushed at Tweek’s claim. “And I know you probably
don’t want people to know we were kissing because they’ll probably make you
feel bad, but no one will know the difference. I already have enough I don’t
think anyone will notice one more. Please?” If Craig wasn’t already prepared to
do it he would’ve been after the sickening sweet way his boyfriend said please.
Tweek started saying please like that back in the basement, it seemed to be
pretty effective no matter who he used it on.
“Alright.” Tweek smiled leaning down further to capture Craigs lips in a kiss.
Once they broke apart the blonde adjusted his head so his neck was easily
accessible by the other. Craig softly kissed Tweeks neck before pulling back
for a moment. “How...exactly do I give a hickey?” He asked, feeling stupid.
Tweek hummed softly before pulling the shoulder of Craig’s shirt off and began
softly kissing the newly exposed skin. “Like this,” he practically purred and
latched onto Craig. Sucking and lightly nibbling on him, the tall boy groaned
at the feeling.
“Tweek, honey, as nice as that is I can’t excuse a hickey as well as you can,”
Craig warned, causing his boyfriend to pull his head away and groan in slight
disappointment. “But I think I get it now.” Tweeks smile painted across his
face once more as he went back to offering his neck. Craig gulped lamely and
adjusted himself to be able to properly reach the blonde’s neck. He gave one of
the few sections of his boyfriend’s neck that wasn’t already covered purply-
bluish marks a kiss, giving it more and more, each kiss getting continually
sloppier and rougher. He then properly latched onto the pale skin and started
sucking, following his previous pattern of starting light and getting rougher.
“You can bite me a bit, Craig, it doesn’t hurt,” Tweek all but moaned, his
hands clutching tightly onto the noirettes shirt. Craig listened to advice and
began nibbling slightly, and based on the little whimpers Tweek was making he
could tell he was doing good. Craig wondered if Tweek sounded like this for
him, but the thought passed quickly and he felt bad as soon as it did.
He wasn’t sure exactly how long he’d been at it but he figured it’d been long
enough so he pulled away. He peered at the area he had been working on and it
was bright red and shiny, still covered in a bit of the boy’s spit. Tweek moved
his face back towards Craig’s and gave him a gentle kiss on the corner of his
mouth. “Thanks,” Tweek said sweetly.
“Anytime, sweetheart,” Craig said in a teasing manner, a smile spread across
his lips.
Tweek stiffened and sat up abruptly. There was no longer a smile on his lips.
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“You’ll do just fine, sweetheart, daddy will make sure you do it properly. So
just start out by holding it by the base and giving daddy’s tip a little kiss,
hm?” Tweek knew this day was coming. The day he would have to blow his
kidnapper. And Tweek already knew he was big, well, bigger than himself and
that was really his only point of reference. He was certainly bigger than the
toothbrush he stuck down his throat once to see if he had a gag reflex (which
he did to no surprise), and bigger than the two fingers he had managed to push
inside himself the one night he was home alone. He was really hoping there
would be no deep throating because the chances of him being able to swallow the
penis without throwing up were slim.
But he followed the given instructions, he gripped the base of the dick to the
best of his ability, as its width was a bit much for his tiny hand, and
carefully gave the tip a kiss. A bit of precum leaked onto his lips and he
quickly wiped it off with his free hand. He had been uncuffed for this event,
he was still tied to the bed frame by his right ankle, but it had plenty of
slack so he wasn’t really uncomfortable from his spot on the ground.
“Good girl, you listen so well to daddy. Now give daddy’s cock some licks,
cover it in your spit and start to take it into your mouth. You’re doing so
good sweetheart.” Tweek nodded and began licking around the shaft, he wasn’t
sure if he was doing a good job exactly but daddy was still moaning out quiet
words of appreciation and praise so he was pretty sure he was doing something
right. It tasted gross and warm and he really hated having to continually run
his tongue against the length, but he knew having it in his mouth would be
worse, so he delayed that as much as he could. There was a tug on his hair and
he could interpret what that meant, so he pulled back and faced the tip once
more. He used his other hand to grip some more of the penis and started to
slowly move his mouth towards it. Just before he wrapped his lips around the
dick the owner of said dick gave him a quick warning, “make sure to watch the
teeth baby girl, daddy doesn’t want it rough today.”
Tweek took a deep breath his lips just brushing against the head. He could do
this. He had watched porn before, he was pretty sure he kinda understood the
basics of sucking a dick...kinda. So he did what he knew you had to do when
sucking dick, and that is put it in your mouth. It was awkward for him to put
something that was bigger than what was normally in his mouth and keep his
teeth pulled back at the same time, but he managed. He put as much as he could
into his mouth, letting it just tease the entrance of his throat, not quite
hitting his gag reflex but close. He rubbed his tongue along the underside of
the penis attempting to get as much friction as he could and rubbed the rest of
the length with his hands. The fast he came the faster it would be over.
“Suck, sweetie, suck.” Jesus, so many instructions, it was so much fucking
pressure. He hallowed his cheeks and sucked the best he could, saliva started
slipping out of his mouth and down onto his chest. It was a gross feeling. He
pulled off to breathe, it making a pop noise as he detached. “Try bobbing now.”
Tweek nodded at the words and put the penis back in his mouth, and put as much
as he could in before pulling back. He did this multiple times, trying to match
the pattern with his hands. He was pretty sure this was really good because
daddy got significantly louder with his moans and was gripping the blonde’s
hair tighter. He held it so tight in fact that he was no longer in control of
his head, the elder leading the way. He pushed past the limit Tweek had preset
and began creeping into the cavern of Tweek’s throat. The younger’s eyes
widened as he let go of the penis and began lightly slapping the thighs of his
kidnapper.
“Mmm, calm down baby, we gotta put some pressure on you gag reflex or else
we’ll never make that more resistant. And you want it to be resistant, so you
can deep throat daddy one day. Come on, relax baby girl.” Were the attempted
reassuring words from the pedophile, and Tweek tried, he loosened his mouth and
throat to the best of his ability, he didn’t want to vomit, when he got food
was inconsistent and the last thing he wanted was to puke up the only food he
might have for a couple days. Fortunately it was over fast. Unfortunately that
meant the blonde’s mouth was full of cum. Which was disgusting, by the way. It
felt like curdled milk and tasted just as good, but he swallowed all of it,
suppressing the urge to upchuck as it went down.
“Open you mouth.” Tweek obeyed, showing that his mouth was empty and he had
downed all the spunk. “You’re such a good girl,” daddy said affectionately
petting Tweek’s hair as if he was nothing more than a dog.
Which is more or less what he felt like in the moment.
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“Don’t call me that,” It was cold and brisk. Tweek hadn’t been like that since
he was freed, he’d been so warm and opening. This was different, Craig had
really struck a nerve.
“Oh, I’m sorry Tweek. I won’t do it again,” Craig sat up, Tweek was still
straddling him.
“Its-ngh- it’s okay...you didn’t know...It was just,” Tweek had to take a deep
breath to stop himself from breaking apart. He was so sensitive now, everything
made him cry, he felt weak, pathetic. “It was his favourite...pet...name. And I
don’t wanna hear it anymore.”
Craig chuckled dryly, “good luck with that, it’s all McCormick calls
Brofvloski. They’ve become grosser than us.”
“Wait. Kenny’s dating Kyle? I-I thought he had a thing with Butters,” Tweek
asked tentatively. He forgot things had changed. Craig had gotten taller,
relationships changed, his mother gained more wrinkles, Token had a little
stubble now, things were different. He couldn’t keep forgetting that, and he
couldn’t keep getting surprised every time there was a new revelation.
“Yeah I don’t know. I think they got in a bit of a fight or something. Kenny
still flirts with Butters like mad though, so I don’t think they’re gonna last
long. Not that I really care honestly,” Craig said nonchalantly, sounding very
genuinely bored with the conversation.
“GAH! Kenny flirts with Butters when he’s already dating Kyle! What the fuck
dude! That’s so messed up! You’d never do anything like that right?” Tweek
asked anxiously, grabbing onto his boyfriend’s shirt tightly.
“What? Flirt with someone else? Why would I want to do that when I could just
be flirting with you?” Craig said smoothly, a smile teasing back onto his lips.
Tweek hummed, a blush covering his face as he too smiled. “Good question,”
Tweek teased placing his lips back against Craigs. The noirette smiled into the
kiss and wrapped his arms around the smaller, and was he ever smaller. Fucking
Johnson starving away the nice amount of pudge the blonde had, he was no longer
squishy to hug, just bones. Craig liked hugging him all the same though.
Chapter End Notes
     Me, fighting with myself over which background ships to add: http://
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***** Grounding *****
Chapter Notes
     Kenny is a blessing and I love him
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Just a walk. Go down the road and up a bit, get KFC then walk back home. Easy.
Just hold Craig’s hand and follow his lead. The fresh air would be good for
him, seeing the sun would be good for him. It had been months. He’d been
outside during the walk to the hospital to the car and from the car to his
house, but that barely counts. It was afraid to be outside now though, more
than usual, but Craig was there, cold hands and all.
Tweek was wearing Craig’s old jacket, he asked for it and his boyfriends was
very happy to provide, it was warm and smelt like Craig. Which was nice. The
outside world was much colder than he remembered, he was practically a space
heater of warmth but that didn’t stop him from shivering at the piercing wind
that flew past him during their walk.
He was sure everyone was staring at him. “There’s the kid who was kidnapped and
raped non-stop for five months straight.” That’s what they’re all thinking,
right? He felt every slight glance in his direction burning through him, they
all know, they all know what happened to him. He felt dizzy, he thought he
would fall over, and if it weren’t for Craig’s hand gripping his own he was
pretty sure he would’ve. Craig’s hands were still as cold as they always were,
Tweek used to nag him to wear gloves because how cold he could get. He didn’t
listen. Apparently he hadn’t learned yet either because he was still lacking
any form of mits leaving Tweek to grip a icy hand. His other hand was tucked
safely into the pocket of the Craig’s jacket, fiddling with an old piece of
scrap paper that had been abandoned in said pocket for however long.
Tweek wondered if Craig had become a mind reader in those few months because he
was met with a gentle reassuring squeeze to his hand and a small smile from the
taller boy. It took everything in Tweek to not ask the older boy if he could
read minds, he knew how weird that sounded. He had learned the art of holding
his tongue while kidnapped, he was often met with a swift slap if he said
anything stupid, or often if he said anything at all. He wasn’t allowed to talk
unless asked a question, he didn’t answer most of those with the wanted answer
anyway.
He was trying his best not to zone out so much, he tended to do that a lot in
the past months and his therapist told him he had to try and stay grounded.
Most of the advice she gave for trying to stay grounded was to touch another
person or count five things in the room he was currently in. He didn’t realize
he was even in a room, or, well he was inside the KFC. When they ended up here
he wasn’t sure. But he darted his eyes around the room trying to count five
things in it.
1. Chairs, red and plastic.
2. A ticking clock. It read 6:54. It was far past dinner time. Not that time
was a thing he had much of a grasp on anymore.
3. Two people sitting across from each other at one of the tables sharing a
bucket of chicken. Tweek didn’t recognize them which was weird for a small
town. But then again he hadn’t seen some of these faces in a while.
4. A mop dipped over and over again into a bucket before being placed back on
the ground. Tweek’s eyes followed the handle of the mop up to see who was
holding it.
5. Kenny.
Tweek had to double check he was seeing right a few times before he was sure it
was Kenny he was seeing. And he smiled a bit. Out of the “four assholes” (as
Craig liked to call them) Tweek was glad Kenny was the first one he saw. He
wasn’t even sure how exactly he was going to handle Cartman when he had to go
back to school. School… Cartman… Christ that was too much to think of right now
and he had to stay focused on the present.
“Tweek!” Kenny said a little too enthusiastically, or maybe too loud, as
everyone’s eyes snapped towards the boy in the red work uniform. He looked the
same, his hair was still messy and dirty blonde, albeit a bit longer, he still
had a slight tan on his freckled skin, which was still covered in cheap multi-
coloured band-aids. When he smiled a small tooth gap could be seen, it gave his
smile a bit of a goofy aesthetic to it, which fit him oddly well. There was a
nasty purple bruise just under his eye too, Tweek didn’t want to ask about it
though.
He leaned the mop onto the wall so he could have free hands to approach the two
boys. He had his arms outstretched as if he wanted a hug, but then thought
better of it, putting his arms down almost shamefully. Tweek appreciated Kenny
not expecting any physical contact, even if he was a pretty touchy guy, he
always was considerate of how other people felt about said contact. “Dude I
fucking missed you so much! I came to visit in the hospital but your dad told
me I couldn’t go in. I would’ve left ya flowers or somethin’ but Karen needs a
phone an’ I gotta save up for that. Anyway! What’s up! How’s the free life
treating ya?”
Tweek felt dizzy again. Kenny didn’t talk as much as Clyde did and he was at
least sitting down when he was assaulted verbally by the brunette, but he was
standing now and had a certain lack of drugs plowing through him know. He was
still taking pills to help him sleep and to keep his anxiety on the manageable
side, but he certainly wasn’t on what he was at the hospital. But he knew this
was a possibility that came with going outside, he needed to get used to
talking to people who weren’t just his parents, Craig, and the staff at Hell’s
Pass. Especially since he was starting school again soon. The next semester had
just started so they wanted him in asap so he could at least get the credits
for these classes. They still hadn’t decided how he was going to make up his
missed classes. Probably summer school or online choruses, but Tweek was sad he
was going to end up missing a lot more life because of something he couldn’t
control. Or that’s what he was told. He couldn’t help what happened. It was not
his fault.
“Things have been...better. I-I’m really tired all the time though,” Tweek
responded slowly, doing his best to avoid stuttering as he spoke, he wanted to
seem calm. Though he wasn’t sure why he was trying to fake around Kenny. They
used to hang out before, the three of them, and he never acted like a third
wheel, unlike Clyde. Tweek wondered if Clyde had liked having Craig all to
himself again when Tweek was gone. He shook his head trying to rid the terrible
thought, he couldn’t believe he was thinking something so awful about one of
his friends. Or at least, someone he was pretty sure was his friend. Did anyone
still consider him his friend? Craig still considered Tweek his boyfriend so he
figured probably.
“Hah! That’s new. You used to never sleep,” Kenny said sweetly, a small smile
playing on his lips as his dull blue were slightly unfocused as he thought of a
time before.
“I wish I d-didn’t have to sleep. I-I’ve been sleeping so much the past months
I don’t-really-want-to anymore,” Tweek mumbled, slurring some of the words
together in his haste to get them out.
“You don’t have to take the sleeping pills babe, if you wanna be more awake,”
Craig said to him softly, tracing small circles on the knuckles of Tweek’s
hands with the pad of his thumb.
“If you’re not gonna take ‘em pass ‘em along, I know a couple of people who
want that kind of shit,” Kenny said teasingly, shoving his hands into his
pockets, still smiling dumbly.
“You’re not dealing Tweek’s pills,” Craig said stoically, looking away at Tweek
and into Kenny’s eyes, which were twinkling with mischief.
“I’d cut the profits with ‘em,” Kenny teased, a full smirk crossing his
features.
“Dude! What-the-fuck, no! That’s way too much pressure!” Tweek almost shrieked,
looking around the restaurant anxiously to see if anyone would report them for
drug dealing. Despite no drugs being dealt.
“I’m just joking. Getting into the dealing business is shady shit I wanna
avoid. So I’ll stick to working at high class establishments such as this,” The
blonde said gesturing around the shady KFC. It was pretty dirty at the moment
with a couple of flies buzzing around near the lights, they did just stop Kenny
in the middle of cleaning which may be why its looking so filthy.
“B-better than nothing? Right?” Tweek asked skeptically, he couldn’t remember
if this is how normal people talked.
“Oh for sure. But, honestly, I’ll take just about anything,” Kenny said quietly
to the two boys, glancing around the store in pretend fear or being heard, but
his smile gave it away. He wasn’t very good at acting. Tweek was though. He
wondered if they school play had come and gone already. He liked acting. He had
done plenty of it with da- Johnson, but it wasn’t exactly the same.
Not even close.
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The air was stale and cold. He wasn’t in his bedroom, that much was obvious.
Why would he blindfolded, gagged, tied and naked in his own bedroom. He was in
danger. What happened? Why was he here? Oh wait. Tweek remembered. It was the
Ghost of Human Kindness.
That’s obviously not what he actually is, Tweek knew that now. What this man
had done was just an act, ease the blonde in by showing the kindness in the
world, how not everyone is evil, and then grab him. Snatch him up and kidnap
him. God what would Craig think of this. He was always telling Tweek to think
rationally. Oh how he let his boyfriend down.
Tweek wondered what Craig was doing right now, if he had noticed Tweek was
gone, if anyone noticed Tweek was gone. How long has it been since he was
kidnapped? He wasn’t very hungry so he was assuming it couldn’t have been
longer than a couple of hours, or that’s what he hoped at least. But his lack
of caffeine was starting to catch up to him, when was the last time he had
coffee? Dinner last night, he figured. Whenever was the last time wasn’t as
important to him as when is the next time he’s going to get his dose of rich
caffeinated goodness. Judging by the smell that got stronger as the footsteps
got louder, it seemed like it wouldn’t be that long.
The sound of latches unlocking and a heavy door swinging open could be heard
what seemed like just feet away from the small boy. “Awake, are we?” a deep
voice asked, the sound echoing out in the room. If Tweek wasn’t already shaking
before then, he would have been now. “Not much to say?” The kidnapper laughed
at his own joke, “here, let me help with that.” He bent down and Tweek could
feel the fabric around his mouth loosen and fall off onto his lap.
Tweek quickly licked his lips and took a deep breath before he started
shrieking. That response was met with a swift hard slap across the face, the
blonde started tearing up from the slap, he was no stranger to pain, he’d been
in fights before, but the pure powerlessness he had compared to his man made
the hit hurt more than it normally would.
The abductor tsked, “This whole room is soundproofed, honey,” Tweek could feel
himself shiver as Craig’s favourite pet name to use for Tweek was said by the
disgusting man, “no one can hear you. But let’s try to keep the screaming to
the bed, hm?” Tweek could feel bile rising up his throat as the implications of
his words set, his biggest fears were getting more real by the second. Tweek
could feel the man kneel down and lightly brush the blonde’s lips with the tips
of his fingers, Tweek grunted and bit the man, acting as a sort of revenge for
hitting him. The man yelped, “feisty aren’t we? That’s fine, you’ll calm down
and come around for your daddy eventually.”
“Gah! M-my what?” Tweek questioned, afraid of the answer he knew was coming.
“Your daddy sweetheart,” he said slowly stroking Tweek’s neck as he flinched
and did everything in his power to shake the hand off of him. “That’s who I am
to you now, and you will only refer to me as that unless you want to get
severely punished. Understand?” He asked, wrapping his hand around Tweek’s pale
neck. Tweek nodded slightly, fear gripping his heart as he shook and sweat.
“Use your words,” the man said forcefully.
“F-f-fuck yo-you, hnnn,” Tweek muttered, doing his best to spit it out like
venom.
The abductor growled and gripped Tweek’s neck hard, pulling his head forward
only to push it back against the metal pole he was tied to. Tweek cried out,
his head and neck throbbing from the force. “ Try again, ” He said, so close to
the blonde’s face he could feel him breathing.
“Hgnn, yes I-I understand,” Tweek gasped out. He felt the pressure be released
from his neck as the man mumbled something in approval.
“Now, you better start being good or how will daddy be able to reward you? I
even brought some coffee down with me in hopes you might be nice enough to have
a sip but I’m not sure if I should let you now...” Tweek was well aware of what
he was doing, but being bribed was just fine with him if the endgame was
coffee.
“I’mmm so-sorry, hgn-AH!” Tweek sputtered praying that was good enough to at
least let him have a sip of the steaming bitterness he couldn’t stop smelling.
“You’re sorry, what?” The older man probed, a smirk coming over his aging
features.
“Ah-what?” Tweek questioned, not understanding what further he had to do.
The man leaned over to Tweek’s ear, so close his lips were just brushing
against it. “Call me daddy,” he purred into the twitching boy’s ear. Tweek
closed his fist tightly, debating in his head if this was worth it. Was it
worth calling this pedophile daddy for the sake of a sip of coffee. He
ultimately decided it wasn’t, he wasn’t going to break into this fuckers plans
this quickly. He was going to fight with everything he had, it’s what Craig
would want him to do, right?
“Fucker,” Tweek said with a tinge of confidence he didn’t know he had. The
older man scoffed as he sent another slap across Tweek’s already red face.
Sending the boy into a fit of tears.
“If your behaviour doesn’t turn punishment is going to get worse than just
slaps across the face. But because it is your first day, daddy won’t stay too
mad at you. Maybe by dinner time food will be enough of a reward for you to
start being a good girl for daddy.” He spat at Tweek.
“I’m-AH- not a girl,” Tweek forced out between his silent sobs.
“You’ll be whatever daddy says you’ll be, sweetie.” With that he took the
fabric off of Tweek’s lap, just barely brushing the inside of his thighs as he
did so, and wrapped it back around his mouth. “I’ll be back later,” he said
softly, petting Tweek’s chaotic mess of hair, followed by a tender kiss on the
same spot. Tweek moved his head out of the way to the best of his ability, his
whole body cringing at the touch of this disgusting man. He chuckled deeply as
he stood up, and exited the room. The sound of the door closing and locks being
shut was the only sound throughout the cold room. Aside the sound of Tweek’s
soft sobs, of course.
Chapter End Notes
     You wanna yell at me in a more private form?? Message me on tumblr!!
     @totallynotganymedethemoon I'm shitty at holding a conversation but
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     my dudes uwu
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for dying guys aaa. I'm in a play so thats been taking up most
     of my free time, BUT its over on friday so I should be able to write
     more after that uwu.
     I use an excessive amount of italics in this chapter it is not okay.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
His bird was still alive. That was good. He wondered if Craig had taken care of
Jaune while he was gone or if his parents did. His parents hadn’t even done his
laundry, clothes that had been dirty since October were still sitting in his
hamper. It felt surreal to be back in his room, it was left untouched since he
was last here, aside the window, that was closed. There was a thin layer of
dust across everything, and a pungent smell that old coffee left. He felt the
need to clean him room immediately, the messiness of it had never bothered him
before, but now it made his skin prickle in annoyance.
Tweek was told to go to bed, but it wasn’t late and he wasn’t tired. He wasn’t
sure exactly what time it was as the digital clock that sat on his bedside
table was blinking 12:00, he was pretty sure it wasn’t actually 12, they just
ate dinner after all. He had wanted to go up to his room right away but he was
told to sit and eat dinner, there was coffee with it to drink. He didn’t drink
it.
He shut his door, carefully and slowly, he didn’t want any loud noises. He
walked over to his desk, his phone was laying there, it was dead (obviously),
so he plugged it in waiting for the screen to light up with 1% battery. It took
a couple minutes of him staring at it for it to finally turn on and sat
pondering at what his password was. It had been so long he wasn’t sure if he
could remember it. It wasn’t Craig. It wasn’t coffee. Or Jaune, or tulips or
cupcakes or any of the things he remembered liking before he was kidnapped. So
he left it for now. Maybe Craig would know.
He started cleaning his room up. He began with the excessive paper cups stained
brown, some with lingering liquid still in them, he tossed them all in a
plastic bag he found on the floor, hanging it on his doorknob. It would be his
garbage for now. He then moved onto the Lego scattering his floor, placing it
all back in the bin with shaky hands, pushing the plastic container under his
bed when it was all cleaned up. He wondered what he had been building, it all
just seemed like a mess but he always knew there was some method to it. Some
plan he had. But he couldn’t remember it now, just like a lot of things.
His parents were getting frustrated with him at the hospital when he couldn’t
tell them things, they were convinced he was just choosing not to relay what
had happened to him but he couldn’t remember. Not that they really understood
that.
“Tweek, we’re trying to be as supportive as we can but we can’t help if you
don’t tell us anything!” His mother’s calm face was pinched in annoyance, it
didn’t look good on her.
“I don’t remember what happened,” Tweek said in the same monotone voice he had
learned to use to hide his true emotions.
“Enough with that! How do you not remember anything? You’ve always had a good
memory Tweek, stop lying to us!” His father’s nose scrunched up a bit when he
was angry, clear stress lines would stay along the top of his nose as the got
older if he kept doing that. With the way things have been he’d been doing it
plenty already.
“I don’t remember what happened,” Tweek muttered through his teeth, more harsh
this time, every word having a gritty emphasis on them.
Pale hands flew up in annoyance, Tweek flinched, hands coming up meant them
coming back down fast at him. But they didn’t, they just flopped back down to
his father’s side, he did this sometimes when he got really frustrated. It
happened rarely. It was happening now, Tweek caused this, Tweek was causing
people to get angry and upset. Nothing good ever came from him making people
angry, punishments usually came from those emotions.
The rest of the stuff that littered his room where his art supplies. He
wondered how bad his art skills would be now, he’d been out of practise for so
long. He wanted to paint with his watercolours immediately, but that would mean
leaving his room to get a cup and water, which didn’t sound favourable to him
at the moment. He he resorted to opening one of his sketchbooks and scribbling
with a red pencil crayon. It wasn’t anything and it wasn’t supposed to mean
anything, but looking back at the page of red messiness he created made him
anxious. He closed the book and put it away in a bookshelf along with the
others.
He sat at his desk, placing his hands on the smooth surface before pulling back
suddenly, his skin irritated by the dust layering the sanded wood. He pulled
his sleeve up from his black hoodie and wiped along the top, a clear line was
left along the dust and he kept running his arm along until there was none
left. His sleeve now had a very distinct grey spot on it, so he took it off and
chucked it in the hamper. He pulled open the notebook sitting there to see a
half completed math problem he must have been working on that night, he studied
it for a moment before finishing it. He wasn’t sure if he did it right but he
hardly cared.
He closed the book and looked back at his phone laying on the ground still
plugged in. He rapped the pencil in his hand against the desk while starring at
the black screen. He wanted to see what went on in the world while he was gone,
but at the same time feared it. He knew lots must have happened, he knew there
was likely plenty of messages from people wondering where he was, where he
went. Did he really want to look through all of that knowing it’ll just make
him sad? But he did. A part of him had to know what he missed.
Then a quick realization came to him, stripe! His password was stripe! He
remembers changing it after Clyde figured out his password and changed his
background to his face and went through all his internet history. He was
disappointed to report that he had found no gay porn, which caused him to get a
smack upside the head. Tweek fell to the floor and quickly typed the name and
watched as the phone opened to his home. Tweek smiled despite himself at the
picture of him and Craig that served as his background. They were using one of
those stupid Snapchat filters, it gave them both thin-rimmed glasses and cat
ears, Craig was saying something as his mouth was open. But Tweek was smiling
with his tongue out. They looked cute.
He went right to the news, terrorist attacks, murder, presidential bullshit.
Looks like that didn't change when he was gone, not that that shocked him very
much. He had 99+ Facebook notifications that was mostly him being tagged in
“missing person” posts made by friends and family. The comments were filled
with sorries and people pretending to be worried for him. He knew they were
pretending, mostly, because he wasn't sure who they even were.
After checking the rest of his social medias (which were filled with similar
looking notifications) he finally checked his text messages. There were 51 from
Craig alone. 15 from Clyde, 2 from Token, 5 from Cartman, and 3 from Wendy. He
opened Craig’s and scrolled up to his and Craig’s last message, and started
reading what he never got to.
10/19/17
 7:24am-3:11pm
Craig :  Good morning babe. <3
Craig :  Coming to school today?
Craig :  ????
Craig :  Are you feeling okay honey?
Craig :  Text me when you wake up! 
Craig :  Or whatever.
Craig :  I love you! *kissing emoji* <3
Craig :  I'm gonna come home after school to check up on you. Just so you know!
Craig :  Leaving now, be there soon!
Craig :  Hey why are there police officers outside your house?
10/31/17
 11:26pm-11:37pm
Craig :  i msiss u bby
Craig :  ccome to thr party
Craig:  pplz sre telling me ur not comiing
Craig :  u should tho!!!!!!! 
Craig :  I promasse lots of kisses!!!! *kissing emoji*
11/1/17
 1:22pm-1:40pm
Craig :  God babe thats so fucking embarrassing shit.
Craig :  I mean when you read these back whenever you get back home I don’t
want you to think I'm retarded or something.
Craig :  Lol.
Craig :  Clyde just got me drunk.
Craig :  Still love you sweetie. Even if you're not here. 
Craig :  Sorry this is stupid idk what I’m doing.
11/24/17
 11:37pm-11:40pm
Craig :  Happy birthday! <3
Craig :  Still miss you tons. 
Craig :  I love you. 
Craig :  So much.
Craig :  Fuck
1/1/18
 12:03am-12:11am
Craig: HHAPY NEW YEAR!!!!
Craig: *celebration emoji*
Craig: Tooo bad ur not jere for a new years kkissb !!#!!!!!
Craig: Ill ggive u 1 whne u get back! 
Craig: *kissing emoji*
1/1/18
 4:23pm-4:41pm
Craig: What the fuck is wrong with me. 
Craig: I know you can't respond but I'm still messaging you.
Craig: I'm losing my mind without you honey. 
Craig: Please come home soon. 
Craig: Please.
Craig: I love you.
Craig:<3
1/13/18
 1:13am-2:49am
Craig :  I need to pour out my emotions somewhere and I've only ever been able
to do it to you. 
Craig :  So fuck it! This is the only way I think I'm going to stay sane!
Craig :  I went to a stupid fucking party at Token’s tonight.
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Why was he here? Why on god’s unholy earth did he decide that coming to Token’s
house on a Saturday night when a big stupid party was happening would be a good
idea. “It’s been three months Craig, you have to go do something!” Clyde,
Token, Jimmy, Tricia and his parents had wined to him over and over again since
the new year. He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he gave in. So now he was here,
sitting on a plush couch watching a group of 15 year olds sitting in a circle
on the floor, playing spin the bottle while each drinking a glass of alcohol.
Cartman had called the game juvenile but he was still sitting in the circle,
watching the bottle turn in anticipation.
Craig had regularly avoided parties but would occasionally come if he felt so
inclined. It felt surreal going to them because they literally felt like they
came straight from a shitty teen movie. Red solo cups, music so loud you can’t
even hear it, people gathered so tightly knit you need to push through to get
anywhere. Perfectly stereotypical, and Craig absolutely hated it.
Clyde was leaning against the couch just under where Craig was, he was sitting
crossed legged with his head laid lazily against the knee of Craig. Craig was
laying across the couch taking up all of it in a dick move of wanting personal
space. Clyde lolled his head back further, looking up at Craig, the brunette
was drunk, Craig could tell. “Come play with us dude, don’t miss out because
you’re gonna be a baby all night,” is what Craig was pretty sure Clyde said
through all his slurring.
“No,” Craig said very firmly, as if he was going to play a game that involved
kissing people. The only person he was ever going to kiss is Tweek, he had
decided that long ago.
“Awwwwww, come on dude!” Clyde said through a wide smile that looked
sickeningly fake, but Craig knew it wasn’t.
“Yeah come on Craig, don’t be a pussy. None of us will tell Tweek,” Cartman
said a smug smile playing on his lips. He wasn’t drunk like Clyde, so there was
no reason for the mumbling that came after his sentence.
“What the fuck did you say?” Craig asked, a bit of the emotions he’d been
keeping suppressed slipping through the words. He sat up, knocking Clyde
forward, and straightened his back. This was an intimidation technique that he
was doing subconsciously, he wanted Cartman to fear him. He wanted everyone in
this room to fear him.
He was met with nothing more than an pretend innocent smile, the fat boy acting
as if he were an angel. Craig’s eyes drifted over to the blonde sitting next to
him, lowering his eyelids to a glare. He watched Butters shuffle anxiously
under Craig’s gaze, his hands coming up to bump his knuckles together. “What
did he say Butters?” Craig demanded, tempted to stand up and tower over the
sitting boy, but decided against it.
“A-ah, well jeez, Craig,” Butters said, the fear in his eyes imminite as he
avoid looking at Craig. The tall boy stood up and repeated what he said with a
bit more anger in his words, refusing to listen to Clyde telling him to chill
out. “H-he said, ‘ if   we ever see him again’,” Butters moved out of the arm
range of Cartman to avoid the lash out he knew he was going to get.
“We will see him again, you fat fuck. He will be found, so shut your fucking
mouth before I kick the absolute shit out of you.” Craig was seething, he was
tired of people telling him not to get his hopes up, that Tweek maybe won’t
come back, that maybe he should start moving on. He knew Tweek would come back,
he had to.
“Well sorry, Craig, if some of us are just trying to be realistic. Why keep
pretending like he didn’t just get on a bus and ditch this shitty town? We all
know he just ran away and you’re too caught up in the fact that  maybe  Tweek
wasn’t so head-over-heels for you after all.” There was no time to process.
Drinks were knocked over, hands were stepped on in his haste to get to the
opposite side of the circle to where Eric was sitting. His body was moving
before his brain was thinking, his foot swinging up and doing exactly what he
had promised.
Eric fell to his back from the impact and scrambled to get to his feet in order
to hold his own. Craig barely gave him a moment to properly stand up before his
fist was flying towards the shorter boy, it was a hard hit directly to his eye,
Craig held some satisfaction knowing there would be a nasty shiner left from
his punch. Part of him knew he should stop now, Cartman would never learn his
lesson but he would at least shut up for a while, same to anyone else. But he
couldn’t stop himself.
He couldn’t stop as his leg swung up once more to the brunettes stomach,
kicking him down to the ground. He couldn’t stop as he dove to the ground after
the former. He couldn’t stop as his fist flew one after the other, pummeling
his pudgy face with red knuckles. He couldn’t stop as tears started to run down
his face in anger or fear or sadness, he couldn’t tell at this point.
Everything he had kept suppressed since Tweek left, came in the form of a fist
that would leave mark after mark on the face of Eric Cartman.
It took both Token and Kenny to pull Craig off of the smaller boy, everyone was
yelling there was so much noise. Craig felt so overwhelmed and he wanted
nothing more to get back down and continue whaling on the brunette, but he
didn’t. He let himself go limp in the arms of his friends as they dragged him
away from the scene, Clyde following behind.
“Dude! What the fuck! I know we all want to, but you can’t just beat the shit
out of people everytime they say something you don’t agree. Even if that
person  is  Cartman,” Token scolded Craig in his typically peacekeeper way, as
they placed the tall boy against the back of the house. When they ended up in
the cool night air was beyond Craig. 
“You ruined the vibe man! Now how am I supposed to kiss Bebe!” Clyde slurred in
his drunken rage, his hands flying wildly.
“Maybe stop thinking with your dick for once and she might kiss you for a
reason other than a stupid middle school game,” Craig muttered angrily. He
watched Kenny pull out a pack of cigarettes from his orange hoodie, take two
out and offer one to Craig. He had never smoked before but he accepted it as if
he did it professionally.  
“Just because you’re pissed that Tweek took off doesn’t mean you can-”
“TWEEK DIDN’T TAKE OFF! You fucking know that! You fucking know that he would
never do that. Not without his phone, not without his clothes, not without
money and not without telling  me !” Craig cut off his best friend, in an angry
yell. He could feel his nonchalant reputation slipping through his fingers. He
had never snapped like this. Was not having Tweek around really affecting him 
this  much? Jesus.
“Well maybe we didn’t all know Tweek as well as we thought.” Craig was slightly
amazed at how quickly Clyde was able to sober up from a bit of yelling on his
part. But that, obviously, wasn’t his main emotion as he felt rage build up in
his body. It took all his self control not to punch Clyde too, that would be
some mess to clean up later.
“Fuck you,” Craig couldn’t help himself from saying as he took the lighter from
Kenny and lit the tip of his cigarette.
“No, fuck you,” Clyde said before he turned and walked back into the party.
Token followed closely behind, not sparing a second glance towards Craig before
walking away.
“I know shits hard, but, dude, you gotta chill,” Kenny said slowly, after a
moment of silence had pass. Craig watched him inhale the smoke from the
cigarette, hold it for a minute before slowly letting it seep out his mouth.
Craig tried to do the same but ended up in a bit of a coughing fit. Kenny
laughed softly.
“It’s hard to chill when everyone is constantly up your ass about how he’s not
coming back or how he maybe just ran away. Everyone knows that’s a bullshit
excuse the police gave because they’re lazy and only wanna spend their time
beating up minorities and nothing else. Something bad happened and no one
cares,” Craig felt himself start to choke up with tears again and quickly
covered it up by taking another inhale of smoke.  
“I care, if that's any consolation.” Craig wasn't really sure if it was or not,
but at the moment, he was glad there was someone who agreed with him. “I just
think people aren't sure what exactly to think. People want him to be okay, and
the most  likely  chance of him being okay is if he chose to leave. I'm sure
Tweek will end up alright, dude.” Kenny paused (perhaps for dramatic effect) to
take another drag of his cigarette. “But whatever happened to him honestly
beats me.”
“I just,” Craig took a shaky breath, doing is ever-loving best to not break
into sobs. “I fucking miss him so much. I just wish I knew what happened. Knew
where he was. Fuck dude.”
“You want me to walk you home or something?” Kenny asked gently, placing a hand
carefully on Craig's shoulder. Craig nodded.
“You're like...really easy to talk to man.”
“So I've been told.”
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Oh he was worried. Well worried may be an understatement. He was terrified. He
couldn't believe this happened. He had been so careful. No windows. No contact
with the outside world. He bought everything he needed in Denver. Including the
toys and clothes.
But he  had  to get cocky. He  had  to take pictures. He  had  to post them on
the deep web. He  had  to accept the offer. He  had  to give up his address.
Mother fucker .
He will find the person who ruined the best thing in his life.
And he will kill them.
You have his word.
Chapter End Notes
     Let Clyde kiss Bebe, Craig, stop ruining his b̶o̶n̶e̶r̶ life
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