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Tweek Tweak. A normal south park student. Normal? No. A fucked up one. With the ADD, autism, anxiety, insomnia, depression, and just being a full-blown fuking tranny he was fucked up. Probably the most fucked up in south park. And that was saying something.
Tweek started hastily at his ceiling. It was 4 pm, and he hadn't gone to school and had not moved out of his bed for a whole day besides peeing. He felt sick to his stomach. His parents didn't love him, they drugged him for all they cared. Tweek knew about it; however, he was addicted to it. His family fucked him up he need it.
He brought his fingers up to his mouth, biting the nail more past the line. His hands were fucked up. The nail was always bitted the most, the skin was missing from his fingertips from him biting it, he had bruised knuckles, and his hands were always shaking and filled with some sort of anxiety or guilt.
He sighed sitting up, his chest and heart pounding, his chest smashing his g cups, his heart going through meth withdrawals. He slowly walked out of his room to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door staring at himself in the mirror. His messy blonde hair was a mess more than normal. He had heavy eye bags under his eyes. His checks were full of blackheads he was too lazy to fix.
The tear ducts in his eyes started to get wetter, more than the space in between his thighs. He opened his drawer under his sink reaching for a small item in the back of his sink. He found it. He pulled it out, the small razor shined at the light. He rolled his sleeve up ready for what was about to happen. He slashed away. His arm turned into a crime scene at this point.
Tweek smiled as he did the crazy thing. He felt something,
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A small knock was delivered at the tweeks family home. The door was opened by Mrs Tweak coming face to face with craig. “Craig! What a pleasant surprise! What are you here for?” “Yeah, you too Mrs Tweak, I'm just here to see Tweek, is he around?” Craig asked, his monotone voice coming out. “Yes, he's up in his room, if you guys need anything feel free to tell me!” Mrs Tweak said as she left Craig in the house. Craig nodded going up the stairs. He opened tweeks door to find him not there.
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“Tweek honey? Where are you?” Craig asked, his voice echoing there the walls. “Shit!” Tweek said, pushing the razor deeper into his skin. He closed his mouth as fast as he could, making a loudish whimper and scream. A knock was delivered at the bathroom door. “W-who is it?” Tweek asked, knowing the answer. “Tweek, you're not pissing or something in there right?” Craig asked. Tweek felt his tear ducts get wetter. An odd silence filled the room. “Tweek honey, did you relapse?” Craig asked, knocking at the door again.
Tweek started at his arm. The crimson colour was now down his arm on the tile of the bathroom. He moved his body, unlocking the door and coming face to face with craig. Craig started at tweek. His face almost disappeared from the normal face he had and looked like he just saw a ghost. “C-Craig im sorry- I couldn't-” Tweek choked out his sobs getting worse and worse. “Shhh” Craig said, coming into the bathroom; shutting and locking the door. Criag sat down and tweek fell onto him, trying his best not to get blood more than where it already was.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry craig.” Tweek cried. “Shh it's okay honey, can I clean you up?” Craig asked, his voice soft and gentle trying his best to be a good boyfriend. Tweek nodded. Craig rolled up some toilet paper and started dabbing his cuts. “Do you have any antifungal cream?” Craig asked as he continued to clean his lover. “Y-yeah it's in my pad box down there,” Tweek said, pointing to the skink. Criag nodded, pulling it out. “This is gonna hurt okay?” Craig said holding tweeks hand out. Tweek nodded biting into Craig's hoodie, not his skin, just the fabric.
Craig placed the cream on Tweeks cut and started to rub it in. Tweek screamed. It hurt like hell. More than the self-harm itself. Craig was almost done till he got to the one cut tweek that went too deep in. “No, no Craig stop!” Tweek said as he unbit Craig's hoodie. “What's wrong honey?” Criag asked. “Anything but that one! I went too deep, pls not that,” Tweek said, at this point begging. “Babe, I need to clean it.” “I know! Use water something I dont know! just please, n-not that” Tweek cried out. “Honey it can get infected then if I dont clean it right,” Craig said. “I know! Just0 gah- later!” Tweek said sobbing at this point.
Craig nodded, putting the cream up and grabbing the bandages from under the sink. He began to bandage his lover up as tweek basically fell asleep in his lap. Tweek started at craig as he finished. “Finished honey, you wanna go lay in bed?” Craig asked, running his fingers through Tweeks messy blonde hair. “Yes please,” He practically whimpered. Craig nodded, picking up tweek and carrying him to his room. Craig got to tweeks room, setting tweek on his bed and shutting the door.
“Honey, can we talk about this please?” Craig asked, his voice sounding scared about what his lover was about to say. “C-Craig gah- there nothing to talk about, I cut myself,” Tweek mumbled. “Honey, why?” Craig asked scooting closer to tweek. “I'm a fucking tranny! I'm addicted to meth at 14! 14 craig! I can't function without it! My brain freaks out without it! I'm tired of getting called a girl! I have g cups! I have bigger tits than the girls in our school! I'm tired craig! I just wanna get treated like a boy! You only have b cups! You're so lucky!” Tweek said sobbing as he got out more and more. “Oh, tweek honey, please, don't call yourself tranny, “ Craig said, laying tweek in his lap. “It's true! You don't know what it's like to be catcalled every time you don't wear your binder!” Tweek sobbed out.
“Tweek honey, I sill get dysifoia, a lot, and just because I have b cups doesn't mean I like them, you can't control that honey, and the meth part, it's okay, your parents fucked you up. If you need to I can help you get unaddicted. Is a fairly easy babe,” Craig said. Kissing tweek on the forehead. “I get that! But I can't do this! My parents even misgender me!” Tweek sobbed. “Tweek, please stop crying, it's okay honey,” Craig said. “I can't do it c-Craig. Ack- I- I don't wanna be alive anymore.” tweek sobbed out. Craig's body cramped up, “tweek honey, no, no don't say that please, I need you” Tweek wiped his eyes staring at his lover. “Really?” tweek siad. “Yes! I need you so much, if you died I don't know what I would do, not leave my room for anything, exclude myself from my best friends, everyone.” Craig said.
Tweek smiled, smiled? What the hell? “Mhm, sorry for breaking down,” Tweek said, waving his eyes. “It's okay honey,” Craig said, wiping his eyes. “C-can we lay down?” Tweek mumbled. “Yeah, take off ur binder first,” Craig said, first. Tweek stared at Craig with a dead look in his eyes. “Tweek.” “Craig” “Take it off, babe.” Craig siad. Tweek huffed unbuttoning his Forsett green shirt. “Help?” Tweek said taking off the shirt and moving his head. Craig nodded, taking off his hood, relieving the NASA tee he had on under. He unzipped the binder. “You want a bra?” Criag asked. Tweek nodded no, and craig slipped his hood on tweek head.
Tweek smiled, laying back into his lover's chest. “Come on love, let's try to sleep okay?” Craig asked moving to lie down on the bed. “Mm alright, let me change my lights” tweek said looking for his led light remote. After he found it he changed the lights to teal but a darker shade, one they could both sleep on. Tweek sighed as he unbuttoned his jeans and Craig did the same. Both are in boxers. Tweek pulled a blanket over the two of them as he lay on Craig's chest. “I love you too much,” Craig said, giving tweek a small kiss on the head. “I love you too Craig,” Tweek mumbled. Craig smiled, taking his chullo off his head and throwing it on the floor leaving his messy black hair exposed.
“By the way, someone had to clean the bathroom craig,” Tweek said as he fell asleep. Criag started at tweek. “You fucker.” he said laughing, as he closed his eyes, wapping his arms around his lover.