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Tweek was keenly aware that in terms of things against him in life, there were quite a bit; his parents sucked, he was the smallest kid in his class, he was in an openly gay relationship (and once the newness of the relationship faded away... the bigots did crawl out of the woodwork), he was mentally ill (thanks, mom and dad!) …
And he could see dead people.
...Yeah, there was that one.
He had figured it out when he was six-years-old and he and his mother had to take great aunt Freida to her “new home”. It was a nursing home, and she had been complaining the entire way. It had reached a fever pitch when they got to the room and her roommate was in nothing but a diaper.
Naturally, mom had gave Tweek a handful of quarters and told him to go get a snack and something to drink with that polite smile of hers. Tweek had taken it with shaking hands, but his heart hurt for great aunt Freida as he walked out of the room hearing her scream about how they were, “leaving her to die here.”
He had walked down the hallway with the quarters in his hand, making his palm sweaty, and he frowned. He tried not to think about how his hands were going to smell like copper after this or how he’d have to wash them over and over.
He also felt like he could feel accusing old people eyes all over him, so he opted to look at his feet instead, and he realized his dumb shoe was untied. His heart rate sped up a bit, because he couldn’t just stop in the middle of the hallway! He’d clog up the hallway and then where would he put his quarters! Oh no! This was a total catastrophe! Instead, he chose to speed up... And that’s where he had made the ultimate mistake because he tripped.
He had fallen to the ground with a squeak, and his quarters scattered everywhere. He lay there for a second, feeling the tears of defeat threaten to fall down his eyes before he remembered he was lying on the floor with millions of elderly germs. He sniffled and lifted himself up on shaking knees, before he looked around for mom’s quarters.
Tweek was sure his mom wouldn’t be mad; she would probably just smile and shrug and tell him “Don’t tell daddy.” But she had given him that money and trusted him to be a big boy! And now all of his quarters were everywhere and what if those quarters put the coffee shop out of business.
“Don’t cry little boy.” Came a feeble voice.
It was then that Tweek realized he had tripped in front of an open door, a room. In the room, was a little old man. He was bald, and in a hospital gown. His room was empty, and he didn’t even have any sheets on his bed. It made Tweek feel empty and sad. Mom made sure that great aunt Freida had things to bring with her to her new home... This man’s family didn’t do the same.
But still he smiled at Tweek.
“Ngh, I-I dropped all mommy’s quarters.” Tweek cried, taking in rapid breaths and wiping his tears. “M-My shoe was untied.”
The man shook his head. “Accidents happen, why don’t you take a deep breath, and tie your shoe now?”
Tweek nodded his head, and took a deep breath before bending down. He had to think for a second, before remembering bunny ears. “I-I did it!” He said triumphantly.
“You’re a very smart little boy!” The old man smiled. “You remind me of my little grandson.”
Tweek hoped that the grandson visited soon, and maybe brought the old man some stuff so that his room didn’t look so empty and he didn’t look so alone.
“Baby, what are you doing in here?” Came another voice.
Tweek turned around to see a lady in scrubs, and then he turned back toward the man on the bed who was still smiling at him. It’s like he didn’t even notice the lady- and she didn’t notice him.
“I’m talking to t-the man...” Tweek stammered, and then he realized he never asked his name. Mom and dad were going to be so mad. He had been talking to a stranger this whole time. Oh no, he had been very bad this whole day, hadn’t he?
The woman looked concerned as she finally glanced at the bed, and then she grabbed Tweek’s hand. “Sweetie, you can’t be in here, okay? Let’s go find your mommy.”
She proceeded to lead Tweek out of the room, but Tweek protested. “H-He looks so lonely! You can’t just leave him!”
Unfortunately, Tweek was small and this woman was grown, and before he knew it... They were in the hallway and the door was shut. Tweek went for the doorknob but the woman pulled him back. He pouted... They couldn’t just lock him in there!
“Did your grandpa use to live in that room?” The woman asked gently.
“N-No, m-me and mommy are here for aunt Freida.” Tweek said. “I dropped all of mommy’s quarters and started crying and he cheered me up.”
The woman looked confused and shook her head. “Honey, there’s no one in that room.”
Now Tweek was confused. Oh no. Was he like the underpants gnomes? Was he going crazy? Was this what that was? “I-I saw him I was talking to him a-and his room was empty and he didn’t have any sheets!”
“The man in that room went to heaven last night.” The woman explained.
Tweek’s eyes widened. The man was a ghost. Tweek had been talking to a ghost...
Before the woman could say anything further, Tweek had already turned around and was running back toward great aunt Freida’s room. He had completely forgotten about the quarters or how he’d explain it to mom. He wanted to go home, and he couldn’t let poor great aunt Freida stay in this haunted place.
When he got back to the room, out of breath, aunt Freida seemed to be calmed down and was watching something on the television while his mom sorted through some of her things.
“Mommy!” Tweek exclaimed.
His mom looked up right before he crashed into her arms, and she carded her fingers through his messy hair as he attempted to babble about everything that happened. “Honey, what’s wrong? Calm down. Where’s your snacks.”
“I-I saw a d-dead o-o-old man mommy.” Tweek whispered. “I dropped your q-quarters and s-saw a d-dead o-old m-man. I-I'm cursed!”
Helen looked confused, and concerned and then heartbroken. “Oh... honey... I’m so sorry you had to see that. It’s just a part of life, okay? Sometimes people get old and they pass away, but they’re no longer hurting.”
Tweek furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, aggravated. “N-No, Mommy! I talked to him. He was talking to me. I-I talked to a d-dead person.”
Helen looked at him, and something unfamiliar crossed her face before she shook her head. “I-It can be very confusing. Let’s just... We’ll tell daddy about it, okay? How about that? Daddy will know what to do.”
Despite his mother’s insistence that everything was fine, she had been very quick to get them out of there after that.
Tweek had hugged great aunt Freida extra tight before leaving, and promised to call her every single day.
The ride home had been quiet, but mom had got Tweek chicken nuggets to comfort him- even though he still couldn’t get that poor lonely old man out of his head- he tried to smile anyway.
When they got home, his mom wasted no time telling his dad that he had, “seen an old man die.” His father of course had sat next to him, and ruffled his hair and reassured him that death was common and they would all day, at any time (which was very helpful to his six-year-old psyche).
“N-No daddy, I-I talked to him!” Tweek said suddenly.
“Tweek...” His mom said, rubbing her temples.
“What?” His father asked.
“I-I talked to the dead old man!” Tweek said. “H-He was a dead old man, a-and I talked to him.”
Richard stared at him for a little bit, staring into his eyes as if trying to gauge whether or not his six-year-old was lying. He slowly turned to his wife.
“Helen...” He said slowly.
“Richard...” She said just as slowly.
“He could be like her...”
“Do not!” She said, standing up, making her little boy jump. She looked apologetic, as she closed her eyes and put her hands in front of her. “He is not like her. He is a baby, and he saw a man die...That’s it.”
As his mom left to go to the kitchen, she made it clear that was the end of conversation for now.
(Later on, as he went downstairs for water, he would hear them arguing again. His father’s true intentions were never about his wellbeing. He would try to convince his mom that they could make a good buck if they did seances at the coffee shop in October with him, and his mom would threaten divorce if he even tried it... For all her flaws, it was the one time he was grateful for his mother).
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Tweek had woken up with great aunt Freida at the end of the bed when he was seven... He didn’t scream because her presence was comforting.
She didn’t say anything, she just watched him, with a small smile- But he knew her time was coming to an end.
“I’m sorry they left you there and never visited you.” Tweek whispered.
She reached out and grabbed his hand.
For a second it was as if he wasn’t in his room, but somewhere else. The walls were dull and white, and he was cold and lonely... and betrayed.
And then he was back in his room, and great aunt Freida was gone.
Suddenly, something inside his chest broke, and his body was overtaken with sobs. They echoed off the walls of his room. All he could think of was her telling his mom that they were going to let her die there...
And they did.
His mom and dad flipped on the light and ran toward him.
“Tweek, what’s wrong honey?” His mom gasped, holding onto him. “Goodness, baby, your nose is bleeding.” He hadn’t even been aware.
Nevertheless, he tried to wiggle out of her arms, so angered by the thought that she could betray great aunt Freida like that. He could still feel her loneliness, her heartbreak... She died all alone...
“She’s dead!” He screamed. “She’s all alone, you left her there to die. She knew she was going to die there!”
His mom and dad looked at each other concerned; a look of realization seemed to dawn on his mom’s face. The color seemed to drain out of her face, but she asked anyway. “Who, Tweek? Who?”
“Great aunt Freida.” He sobbed, allowing his dad to wipe the blood from his face as his mom held onto him, he was too exhausted to fight them anymore. “She’s dead. I saw her.”
His mother and father stayed quiet.
The call that great aunt Frieda had died came in the morning.
The next night his mother had slipped a rosary in his bedside table, and kissed his temple. Before watching him sleep for several minutes. He could hear her ask God, “please don’t let him be a freak.”
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It came as no surprise that Craig Tucker would take his clairvoyance as well as he did. Craig took most things with a straight face- the only things in life to make him crack a smile were red racer, Tweek himself, and their guinea pig. He was completely used to Tweek and all of his quirks.
So, one Friday, Tweek had decided to completely drop a proverbial bomb on him while they were playing video games together.
“What if I told you I could see dead people?” Tweek said suddenly, turning to look at his boyfriend, who was in the middle of taking a colossal bite of popcorn.
Craig put the popcorn down before looking at Tweek and then narrowing his eyes, as if trying to determine whether or not this was a trick question. “Prove it.”
“Ngh, prove it?” Tweek asked.
“Yeah, I have like three guinea pigs that have died, I’m sure their little spirits are floating around here somewhere.” Craig nodded to himself. “How did they die?”
Tweek scratched his head thoughtfully. “Can I even see g-guinea pig spirits?”
“A challenge.” Craig smirked.
So, then they started with the very first Stripe.
That one lasted about an hour, and Tweek was started to get a little disappointed that he couldn’t see the spirits of guinea pigs. But finally... He heard the squeaks and found a fat little guy in the kitchen.
He pointed to him, and smiled.
“Pretty sure that’s not our Stripe.” Tweek said, crossing his arms. “Also, how did you let him overeat himself like that in your kitchen?”
Craig’s eyes widened as he looked between Tweek and the dead guinea pig spirit he couldn’t see. It was the one time he genuinely looked flustered. He took a deep breath, and looked down and then back at Tweek. “One more, b-because, I don’t remember if I told you how he died... I don’t know how Stripe #2 died, or where.”
Tweek sighed but nodded. “Ah! That’s fair.”
Craig still didn’t move... “But just in case, can you tell Stripe I love him and I’m sorry.”
After communicating Craig’s tearful regrets to Stripe’s ghostly form, they were on a mission to find Stripe #2.
Which felt almost impossible, because this guinea pig was definitely not in the house. They looked in every nook and cranny in the Tucker household, and couldn’t find him anywhere. Tweek was starting to think maybe the guinea pig really did run away...
So, they opted to go outside instead.
That was where they had found the remains of Stripe #2.
“Oh no...” Tweek said, stopping.
“You found him!” Craig said, excited.
“Mmm, yeah.” Tweek said, cringing.
Craig looked at the grass, and then at Tweek. “What?”
“W-Well h-he's kind of mushed? Like maybe your dad ran him over with a lawn mower?” Tweek explained, cringing more and more as his sentence went on. “I-I’m sorry Craig.”
Craig’s mouth was slightly agape, and his eyebrows were furrowed together. Before Tweek could say anything, Craig had his hand and was dragging him inside and toward Thomas Tucker. Tweek’s heart was beating against his chest. Oh no, Craig was going to tell on him and then everyone was going to think he was a freak.
“WHY DID YOU RUN OVER MY GUINEA PIG WITH A LAWNMOWER AND NEVER TELL ME!” Craig yelled.
Thomas turned toward his son, horrified. “What? Did your mom tell you? She promised she’d never tell!”
Craig’s eyes widened. “N-No. This is insider information.”
Tweek, pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead.
“Who the hell told you?” Thomas replied. “Was it Randy Marsh, because if it’s that idiot I got a shit load of things to tell Sharon.”
Craig stared at his father for an uncomfortably long time before he finally came up with an answer. “I went to a pet psychic. Who was pretty good since you murdered my guinea pig y-you guinea pig murderer!”
Craig and Tweek left the garage before he could respond, but Tweek could hear Thomas on the other side of the door grumble, “what the hell even is a pet psychic?”
Craig crossed his arms and mumbled to himself as Tweek approached him. He felt sick to his stomach. He just didn’t want to keep things from his boyfriend, but he was afraid he had pushed him away instead. He was going to thing he was crazy, or cursed.
“Ngh, I’m a freak.” Tweek said quietly.
Craig turned; eyes wide. “Are you kidding me? You’re like the coolest boyfriend ever. You just solved how my guinea pig died.” He grabbed a hold of both of his hands. “I’m sure it like sucks sometimes, but I don’t think you’re a freak.”
Tweek smiled. “Really?”
“Yeah, plus if Eric Cartman knew he’d totally have a hissy fit and that gives you bonus points, babe.”
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By the time Tweek was thirteen-years-old he basically had this clairvoyance thing in check. Sometimes people would be dead, and he could usually tell by if they just stared at him and no one else. Sometimes, they would touch him and he would see things and that would suck because suddenly his nose was bleeding and was weak and confused.
Sometimes dark things passed by and it felt like his soul was being crushed but that rarely happened.
But the one person he didn’t understand, and the one person that pissed him off... the one person that seemed to defy all odds, was Kenny fucking McCormick.
He died... All the time, and no one seemed to remember. He would die right in front of them and they would all freak out and then go about their business- even his own friends! Tweek could remember one day when a massive gym light fell and crushed him, and they had all screamed. Tweek had seen his spirit wandering the hall for the rest of the day, but Craig had chuckled in class later that day and nudged him saying...
“McCormick is absent again today... Marsh said he’s probably passed out at a Denny’s somewhere.”
Tweek had been so confused. Hadn’t they all seen him die? He looked back at the classroom door, to see Kenny wandering the halls. Back and forth... Back and forth. No one remembered him dying. No body. To them, he was just absent.
The next day, he would just come back as if nothing happened.
Every. Single. Time.
Eventually, Tweek got used to that too, but this time it was personal. He had given that asshole his favorite Lego set, and he’d been asking for it back for days. Of course, right when he was going to see if he was going to give it back the bastard had to go and get eaten by a dog or hit by a car or whatever it was on this particular day.
Damn it.
He’d had enough, he was going to confront him at recess. The shit head always watched his friends play tether ball forlornly, mumbling about what assholes they were (which was... completely valid). Tweek was going to wait until he stalked the schoolyard and then tell him that he wanted his damn Lego set back.
It was a lot easier said than done to convince his boyfriend to go play football with Tolkien and Clyde without him... And it was hard to find a spot that was hidden enough, and didn’t have the goth kids (he couldn’t help but wonder how they would react to him talking to dead people).
Then he waited...
Eventually Kenny made his way toward him.
“Stupid assholes... Every single time. ‘Oh my God they killed Kenny’, and now they’re playing stupid tetherball like I haven’t been killed with that same Goddamn tetherball...” Kenny complained.
Tweek stepped in front of him, staring right into his ghostly eyes. “I want my Lego set back, Kenny McCormick, ngh! D-Don't think just because you’re dead you can just keep my Lego set. I’m a Lego hobbyist, okay? T-They c-calm me and they give me something to do with my hands and my therapist says that’s very good for someone like me! So, give me my Lego set back Kenny McCormick!”
Kenny blinked and then turned to look behind him, and then looked back at Tweek, before pointing to himself- as if to clarify that Tweek was indeed talking to him. Tweek let out an undignified groan and nodded. Who else would he be talking to?
“You can see me?” Kenny asked.
“Ah! I’m talking to you!” Tweek nodded. “I want my Legos back, and you had to go and die on me. Sure, I could go and respect the dead but I love my Legos and I want them back.”
“I didn’t mean to die.” Kenny said, looking only slightly offended but even more amused.
Tweek felt a bit bad now. “Sorry, but I want my Legos back. My mom and dad aren’t paying me as much, a-and I only get them on Christmas.”
Kenny nodded, and then smirked. “Okay... And we can talk about why you can see dead people? That would be an interesting conversation... Can you do me a favor? Since I died tragically?”
Tweek narrowed his eyes. “What?”
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Tweek could feel Kenny’s eyes on him as he crossed the schoolyard and made his way toward Stan Marsh and his friends.
He stopped in front of Eric Cartman.
“Eric, you’re a fat bitch.” He said slowly, turning and making his way toward Craig who was still playing football with Clyde and the others.
“Ay, what the fuck!” Eric screeched from behind him.
He could hear Kenny’s ghostly laughs and couldn’t help but smile.
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The next day, Tweek wasn’t surprised to see that Kenny was alive and well. He was surprised however to see that his Legos weren’t with Kenny.
Kenny jumped when he closed his locker only to find Tweek staring angrily back at him. They stared at each other for a bit before Kenny spoke. “You actually remember me being dead?”
“Ngh, yes stupid! Now where are my Legos!” Tweek hissed. “You said you would give them to me and I called Cartman a fat bitch for you—my parents are probably going to end up in a pot of chili, so thanks for that!”
Kenny put both hands up in defense before chuckling. “You’re cute, Tweek.”
Tweek blushed and recoiled, he wasn’t used to anyone other than Craig calling him cute... And his mom of course, but that was different. He wasn’t sure what to say so he just cleared his throat. “My Legos, McCormick!”
Kenny sighed. “Listen, I’m not used to anyone remembering me dying, which makes you special. So... Meet me at the park tonight, and I’ll give you the Legos and we can talk about why you can see dead people.”
“And why you’re immortal?” Tweek said suddenly.
“What?” Kenny asked.
“Why I can see dead people and why you can’t die...” Tweek added.
“Sure, we’ll talk about that too.” Kenny nodded, walking away.
Before he could get too far however, he turned around. “By the way, don’t worry about Cartman. I’ll protect you.” He winked.
Tweek blushed again.
Was he flirting?
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Tweek had decided, that yes, Kenny was in fact flirting and that Tweek Tweak wasn’t no hoe, as Bebe would say. So, he texted Craig and asked if he could eventually meet him and Kenny at the park. That way Kenny would get the message that he had a boyfriend.
Luckily, sneaking out of his house wasn’t all that hard. His mom and dad spent most of their time at the coffee shop and he had made up a lie about having a super important test that he couldn’t fail. He had to study or he would have an epic panic attack. The last time they caused him to have an epic panic attack Craig had come in Tweek bros., said nothing, but proceeded to throw coffee cups at his father with a completely straight face... It had been frightening for Richard.
They didn’t want that to happen again.
So, they had given the night off.
Which allowed Tweek to simply walk out his front door. He hoped that maybe Craig would be there when he arrived, or that he would be there before Kenny, but unfortunately Kenny was the only person in the otherwise empty park.
But he couldn’t help but smile when he saw his Legos.
“I brought them as promised.” Kenny said, proudly.
Tweek rolled his eyes, “like a week late... But thanks.”
“Pretty sure I was dead for one of those days, so it doesn’t really count.” Kenny winced sympathetically.
Tweek glared at him, but gave up because he did bring them as he said he would. Kenny pointed to the swings for them to sit and Tweek set his precious Legos down next to him. It was a cool night, and Tweek looked up at the night sky; the stars were out too.
“So, how long have you been seeing the dead people.” Kenny said suddenly.
“Since I... uh... was six.” Tweek responded. “Ah, I saw an old man, no one else could see him... After that I-I saw them everywhere. Ngh, sometimes they would touch my hand so I could see what they could see and then I’d get such bad nose bleeds.”
Kenny scrunched his nose. “Kinda a dick move, not to ask for your permission.”
Tweek shrugged. “I g-guess they just think since I can see them, it’s just given... But I just don’t like feeling what they feel.”
“Have you ever met anything dark, like... a demon?” Kenny whispered.
“I think I've ran across one once, and it made me feel like my soul was being crushed. Like I couldn’t escape.” Tweek shivered, shaking his head- he hated the memory.
Kenny nodded but fell silent. Tweek turned to him, “so how long have you been immortal?”
“Forever?” Kenny said slowly. “I’m not sure, but I remember dying for the first time in pre-school, because of a firework... And then waking up in my bed like nothing happened. The worst part is, I-I don’t know why me... I’m just kind of cursed. I tried telling Kyle, Stan and Eric and they don’t believe me- and they even told me if it was real, it’d be cool. But I always remember how every death hurts.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Tweek whispered. “I can’t imagine, how it feels to not have anyone mourn your death.”
Kenny looked at him, and smiled gently. “You did... So, thank you for that.”
Tweek sighed. “I-I wish I could help.”
Kenny nodded, looking down at his gloved hands. Then he looked at Tweek. “Wait, you said sometimes you can connect by touching things... W-What if I gave you my hand?”
Tweek raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “I mean, I’ve... Ngh.. Never tried it with a living person. I’ve held hands with Craig, I mean. But it’s just holding hands. Maybe it will be different with you.”
“Your nosebleeds, though.” Kenny said, looking concerned.
“I-I’ll be fine.” Tweek shook his head.
They both stood as Kenny took off his glove, stuffing it in his pocket. He rubbed his hand on his pants, holding it out for Tweek. Tweek took a deep breath before grabbing his hand. There was nothing at first, not a spark like there is immediately with dead people. But it felt weird to hold hands with someone who wasn’t Craig.
“Anything?” Kenny asked, eyes hopeful.
Tweek shook his head. “No... I’m sorry.”
Kenny sighed. “Maybe if we just...” Then he squeezed Tweek’s hand.
Tweek’s eyes widened and suddenly he was gone. It was unlike anything he had witnessed before because this came in flashes.
People in robes.
Chants.
Sigils.
A child born from all of this...
All flashing before his eyes, and it felt like his soul was being crushed. Like he couldn’t breathe... Like he was being crushed.
It was all repeating in his head, and he could feel himself clawing at his brain just to get it out because it felt like it was getting seared into his very being. Like a parasite, like he wouldn’t be able to get it out. Like he could never get it out.
Get it out.
Get it out.
Please get it out!
“Tweek!” Someone yelled.
He was looking up at Craig, but he was still sobbing. His vision was blurry, and his head felt like it weighed a million pounds. His hands were tangled up in his hair, and Craig looked so concerned with tears in his eyes. Why was Craig starting to cry?
“Christ, Tweek your nose is bleeding... You looked like you were having a seizure.” Craig whispered, pulling Tweek closer to him. His voice sounded muffled, like Tweek was underwater. “What’d you fucking do to him, McCormick!”
“I-I he was helping me...” Kenny said, looking down at his hands. “I’m sorry, Tweek.”
Tweek wanted to say anything but his mouth could barely make words, he just snuggled down in Craig’s arms. He pulled on Craig’s sleeves, whining... Staring at him. It wasn’t Kenny’s fault; his mom and dad had doomed him before he was even born. Craig would never understand.
“Stay away from him!” Craig snapped. “You’re such freak, Kenny!”
A freak.
They were both freaks. Tweek was one too. Craig’s words unknowingly hurt Tweek as well. Kenny couldn’t die, and Tweek could see dead people. Tweek closed his eyes, he was such a coward... He couldn’t look at Kenny’s face.
Craig grunted as he lifted Tweek up.
“I’m going to get you home, babe.” Craig whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”
Tweek felt horrible.
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Tweek was absent for two days. His parents didn’t put up much of a fuss, due to his absolute exhaustion and the way he stayed in bed. His nightmares were plagued by the images he saw, and he woke up in a cold sweat every single time. He wondered if he was cursed now too.
Eventually he was able to suck it up and go to school, and the first person he tried to talk to was Kenny McCormick. The boy was at his locker when Tweek approached him, and he didn’t even spare Tweek a glance, which broke his heart.
“Don’t let your boyfriend see you near me.” Kenny said dryly, reaching into his tattered backpack and putting his books into his locker.
“Craig doesn’t control me.” Tweek snapped, and then he took a deep breath to calm himself down. “I wanted to let you know that I’m sorry... I wanted to tell him it wasn’t your fault but I was so exhausted I couldn’t speak.”
Kenny looked at Tweek. “It wasn’t your fault.” He said sincerely. “Don’t ever think it was, but... We shouldn’t be near each other; I think that night made that pretty damn clear, huh? Pretty sad. You were just starting to like me.”
Tweek could feel his heart drop, as Kenny shut his locker. Kenny was right. He was starting to like him. Somebody who was like him. A freak... Someone who was cursed. They could be friends. They could help each other. It wasn’t Kenny’s fault, Tweek had grabbed his hand willingly.
Tweek huffed and grabbed Kenny’s elbow and forced him to turn around. Kenny jerked his arm away, and looked terrified before he had the nerve to look angry on behalf of Tweek. “Are you trying to kill yourself?”
“Ngh, your parents were part of a cult. That probably has something to do with your immortality.” Tweek explained. “We did it to get answers, I didn’t want it to be for nothing.”
Kenny looked down, backing away. “So, I am cursed...”
Tweek moved toward him. “Maybe we can fix it-”
“Stay away from me, Tweek.” Kenny said, wrapping his hands around his chest. “Remember what you said about dark beings crushing your soul. That’s what I did to you that night... Craig was right.”
He turned around and walked away, leaving Tweek all alone.
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The next time Kenny died he didn’t stick around the schoolyard during recess, most likely to avoid running into Tweek.
He did however stare into the classroom from time to time, as the others theorized where Kenny McCormick could be on this particular day, even though they were just crying over him dying earlier that morning.
Tweek didn’t take part of the conversation. Instead, he rested his head on his hand and made unwavering eye contact with Kenny McCormick’s ghost. Despite, the boy ignoring him he refused to act like the others.
He would always mourn Kenny McCormick when no one else would.