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Tweek Tweak has never been good at anything at all.
Ever since he was was little, he knew that he would live and die unknown in South Park. A background character in his own story.
But when he discovers that maybe there is one thing he's good at- And that that thing can also save his parents coffee shop from near ruin, well... Why would he pass up the opportunity?
That only problem is that he never really expected to have an alter ego as an underground boxer. (Nor to have his identity discovered by possibly the most infuriating boy at his school.) -
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"'So, my family is having a picnic at Stark's Pond this—gah!—Saturday.' It took him twenty minutes to get the sentence out, sounding almost as strained and uncomfortable as he felt. The air was stuffy in his parent's coffee shop today, though that could've just been his nerves. It was hard to feel casual, leaning on the cabinet near the register—where his coworker, Kenny, stood—on a normal day, but today, with his heart going a mile a minute, it was even harder.
Kenny glanced down at him questionably. 'That’s… nice?'
'My mom told me I should, uh, bring a friend,' Tweek continued, 'th–they’re renting out a pavilion down there. It’s gonna be like a potluck-type… Thing.' Tweek paused, somehow more embarrassed. 'Ngh!—I think.'
Kenny took out his phone. Tweek hated himself for bringing this up. He should have just bit back his shame and gone alone, avoiding the awkwardness of asking anyone. 'A friend? Sounds fun. Who’re you gonna bring?'"
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Or, Tweek and Craig don't have any friends, and somehow find each other.
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- Part 1 of Lease on Life
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Tweek Tweak was a normal high school kid. He hung out with his friends, he auditioned for the school play, he tried to avoid his bullies, and he didn't talk about his home life, just like everyone else. Tweek Tweak was a normal high school kid... until he was murdered.
Tweek starts his undead life of haunting Park High's halls with two questions: How did he die? And why can't he remember?
His only chance of crossing over is answering them. And he's not alone.