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Craig and Tweek walk down the street heading to ‘Raisins’ a restaurant that Craig wasn’t very fond of. That’s why Tweek was so surprised to hear Craig suggesting going there in the first place.
“Hey, man… why are we going to Raising again? Didn’t you say you hate that place?”
“I… uh… just feel like eating something different today”.
“Doesn’t Stan’s gang go there all Fridays?”
“Really? I didn’t noticed…” Craig awful acting skills are very obvious for Tweek.
“Yes, you’ve told me that’s one of the reasons you don’t like it, also and I quote ‘the cardboard taste of food and the expensive prices just to have some chicks moving around their asses’”. Tweek teases his best friend finally getting rid of those intrusive thoughts for a change.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, never said such a thing in my life” Craig lied making Tweek smile because he knows why Craig want to go to Raisins on a Friday afternoon.
Maybe Kenny was there too with the gang.
“C’mon Tweek…”
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For Tweek’s dismay, on the table right in front of them is only Stan, Cartman and Kyle.
When they see them entering the place Kyle calls for them, Since the year had started him an Tweek became friends so it wasn’t weird that he politely inviting him and his best friend Craig to join them. Cartman is pissed and mumbles some insults, Stan rolls his eyes Tweek smiles and Craig faintly blushes.
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Tweek is walking out of the bathroom back to his table when he listen a man talking with another.
“They say it was young boy but he didn’t have an ID or a cellphone and none of the peasants could recognize him but they thought he looked familiar”
Tweek stops abruptly. There it is again that feeling of dread.
“Yeah but there are lots of blondies on town so- “Replied the other man but he is interrupted.
“E-excuse me ….” the man turns around with an angry expression to face Tweek ready to throw some insults but something in Tweek’s face stops him and let him continue. He wears a face as pale as paper making look even darker the bags under his eyes but nothing is worse than the look of fear on them.
Tweek had a bad feeling.
“Could you tell me where it happened?” he manages to ask without his voice cracking.
After two seconds, with a plain expression the man says the addressee and he resumes his conversation walking away with his friend.
Tweek stays there, still as a statue. A rush of panic taking over him.
Chapter Management
“Where’s Tweek, dude?” Kyle asked Craig interrupting his banter with Stan. He looked around.
“What the—“Craig stood up on his fully height, usually that was enough to spot the blond mane in a crowd but this time he saw nothing but a blur of green and yellow sprinting out of the place
“Tweek!” he yelled 'WHAT THE FUCK DUDE’ Craig was left in confusion.
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Tweek tried.
He really did.
He tried to ignore every feeling since he woke up, every rumor he listened to. He went to Raisins, he ate bad food, he hang out with his friends and his friends’ friend and even Cartman, he talked about normal stuff, he joked.
He believed Craig –or at least tried- because he was always the voice of reason. He wanted him to be right this time so badly. But in the end he couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Tweek was running.
He was running because of what man had said to him, because that address wasn’t unknown for Tweek, because he had walked that road many times.
He was running because he didn’t believe in coincidences because that address was a block away from Kenny’s place.
Tweek had always been a very perceptive person and he noticed those little details no one else did. He liked puzzles because he was good at finding links because he was a good observer.
That man had just given him the missing puzzle piece he needed to make the connection. He had to know… he NEEDED to know for sure if that guy everyone was talking about was or wasn’t Kenny, and for fuck’s sake he wanted to be the first one.
Tweek stopped breathless, almost throwing up. It wasn’t the lack of oxygen or the ginormous stain of dried blood on the pavement, it wasn’t either the recently broken fence also covered in red or the smell of death in the air.
It was that ominous, overwhelming feeling of dread, a paralyzing kind of fear, a fight to get his legs moving again because now he could recognize that exact place as the one he had dreamt that night, every stone, the grass and a that broken fence.
He ran over the dark stain and sprint his way to Kenny’s place he had no time to waste. When he arrived, he immediately banged on the door so hard he scared the people walking on the street.