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Tweek’s footsteps hit the ground, crunching on the bones of creatures that had long been devoured. Since the radiation hit, it mutated and killed all of the animals, humans were easily wiped away from the blast of the nuke, and a lot of animals, but a few survived, and started to mass breed, making the most disgusting, monstrous things ever. But nevertheless, Tweek still had to find food, so he would have to kill these creatures, and skin them, and all other things for hunting. Water wouldn’t be much of an issue for now, since he had a lot of water bottles.

Tweek was called crazy, a spaz, anxiety-ridden, but when he hid away for the fear of nuclear annihilation, Tweek was quick to adapt to his surroundings, and with a lack of a common denominator, he was calmer now. And Tweek knew he was alone, alone in the world, the last human alive, trying to survive.

Tweek thought back on when he tried to tell his parents to hide underground with him. The stern and anger in their voices he remembered well:

“You’re insane Tweek! You keep on. . . thinking of this ending that will kill us all!” His father shouted at him, making Tweek back away

“B-but-” Tweek tried to reason, to explain, his mother cut him off before he could explain anything.

“Shut it! You’re insane, and demented, and completely false and lying to get attention! I thought I had raised you better!” His mother shouted at him, smacking him across the face, making the boy tear up and start to cry, he only wanted to help those who gave him life.

Tweek had gone to his room that night sobbing, his room was a mess of so many things, pictures of paranormal things, EMF readers, dowsing rods, almost anything that could be paranormal or part of the occult.

 He looked at the night sky, seeing the stars barely through his tears. Tweek saw a meteor shower start, and made a wish, he knew it was childish, but still, sometimes wishing on a shooting star was all people had.

“I wish there was someone who understood me, someone who was there to listen to me and protect me. I know, it’s foolish, but it's just what I wish. . .” Tweek was in a praying position while making a wish, his eyes closed, and his hands clasped together, muttering his wish to himself.

Tweek had then grabbed a backpack, filled it with food and water, and ran away from home, going into the bunker he had built a while ago in the woods, and had spent the next 4 days in there. Tweek spent two of those days, analysing the news and everything he could, and finally knew when the nuke came down.

Tweek’s breathing hitched, glancing around quickly, the landscape was dead and rotting away. The evergreen trees are completely dead, the ground a green with snow covering it, now a grey and brown. Tweek kept treading the woods, hopefully there was something there, anything remaining of human life, but couldn’t find really anything.

Tweek would keep running, looking for a shelter before dark came, jumping across debris and ruins. His bunker had been infested with creatures in only two days after Tweek left, the sun was starting to set on a broken world, and Tweek ran into a ruined building, shooting the creatures that were inside of it, getting as far up as he could. The top of the building was open, looking at the sky, Tweek barricaded the way he got up there, just to make sure that any other creature couldn’t get up there with him.

Tweek pulled out his phone, it had a cracked screen and was kinda old, but still, he looked through his pictures, most of them were paranormal things, but a few were him with his friend Clyde. Clyde was Tweek’s only friend, and they took a lot of pictures together. Clyde was there to try and understand Tweek’s anxiety and theories, they baked together, and so much more. Clyde was the only person that Tweek could dump everything on.

Tweek found a picture of a batch of cupcakes and a pan of lemon bars. He remembered that Clyde was trying to make cupcakes and Tweek was trying to make lemon bars for the first time. It didn’t really turn out well:

“I don’t think I’m doing it right, Tweek.” Clyde said when he was mixing the batter for cupcakes, and was really bad at it.

“I have no idea what I’m even doing!” Tweek was so confused and was staring at the recipe that was originally in Dutch, but Clyde had translated it and written it down.

The end of the two’s struggles ended up with burnt cupcakes and gooey lemon bars that tasted really metallic. Clyde vomited while having the lemon bars, which scared the ever living crap out of Tweek.

Tweek smiled at thinking back on the memory, he really missed Clyde, Clyde was like an older brother to him, sure, he wasn’t the smartest, but he was one of the kindest people to Tweek. Clyde always seemed cold or uncaring to other people, even to Tweek sometimes in public, as that was just how Clyde was. But when it was just him and Tweek, Clyde would soften up, always seeming to be happy to explain things or just be around Tweek.

Tweek’s smile faded, he turned off his phone and sat down on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest. Tweek just wanted to go to sleep, and so he did that, he laid on the floor, and closed his eyes. It was uncomfortable, sure, but what other option did he have? He curled up into a ball and held himself, trying to stay warm in the cold night. Tweek was the only person alive in this madness, he just wanted to see a person again, anyone, as Tweek knew that his sanity would slowly fade away one day.

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Space was known for being dark, alone, cold, dangerous, and yet it was calming to him. He doesn’t have a name, but he’s the God of Wishes. The God of Wishes was a being that caused meteor showers, so that people could make wishes, and he could grant them. However, a lot of the time, people wished incorrectly, the correct way was to be in a praying posture. As that was how to pray or wish to gods.

A lot of the time, wishes weren’t granted, as the God himself was a bit stingy when people asked him for things. But once in a blue moon, a wish would be granted. When a wish would meet his criteria, the star would glow from its yellow to a platinum white, in which the God would have to listen to the wish and grant it. Not many wishes have been granted, only about 500,000. Only 500,000 throughout milenia and aeons, throughout his entire immortal life. 

The God of Wishes was in a slumber, as, what could he possibly do when not granting wishes? And a wish was going across the galaxy to get to him, it was a platinum white, and it found him. The God opened an eye and saw the star, a platinum white that whizzed around. He brought his fingertip to it, and heard the wish of the person.

“I wish there was someone who understood me, someone who was there to listen to me and protect me. I know, it’s foolish, but it's just what I wish. . .”

The God of Wishes raised an eyebrow, and held the star in his palm, the yellow runes on his body glowing into a white colour, same as the star. No one ever doubted themselves in their wish, hearing the person call themself foolish made him feel a certain way. He made his way towards the planet Earth, which only took about a fraction of a second. He saw the Earth, it wasn’t green and blue, it was grey and brown.

He knew why the person made the wish now, they were in obvious danger, and no one would be there to protect them. So, the God of Wishes took that upon himself to protect this person. He took a more comprehensive form and started to come down to Earth.

The God of wishes couldn’t pinpoint the person’s exact location, but could find an approximate area of where they were. He landed on Earth, and started to walk around the toxic ground. It was dark, night time, when The God of Wishes is at strongest, his form had a glow to it. His comprehensible form was a tall, tan-skinned male with black hair that went past his shoulders, yellow stars were in his hair, and yellow runes all over his body.

He let the wish float in the palm of his hand, before grabbing it tightly and crushing it, making the wish granted. He just needed to find the person he needed to protect. It wouldn’t be that hard to find this person, the God of Wishes knew it himself, he had been on the planet before. But that was centuries ago.

“This. . . Information you’ve given me, it’s astounding!” The man was overjoyed to hear from The God of Wishes words, his wish was a wish of knowledge. And so, he thought it was best to come down to Earth and give him the knowledge himself.

“Yes,  now, if I may inquire, what do you plan to do with such information?” The God of Wishes asked, taking a sip of the tea he was offered.

“Ah. . .”

It was just supposed to be a simple visit to Earth, then and back, but yet, the human had captivated him in ways he could never expect a mortal could. It was a simple night, then 2, then 5, then a week, then 6, then it was 3 months.

3 months, 3 months he had spent with this human, it was about the 2 weeks that The God of Wishes fell in love with this. . . marvelent human being. Sometimes he had wondered if the man was even mortal, and no matter how many time he asked, the man responded with the same thing:

“Of course! If I was immortal, you wouldn’t hear me calling out wishes to you, would you?” The man said, looking up from one of the countless books he had, getting a small chuckle from The God of Wishes. That man was so kind and loving, the God longed for him.

And then came something bad, the man, who had learnt so much from The God of Wishes, knew that how society was, was terrible, they treated women, the very people they were meant to show love to, like they were nothing in of itself!

And so that man marched down to the town square, and spoke his words to the townsfolk. And they were furious with him, they were disgusted and abhorred him. And so, they hung the man up and set him ablaze. The God of Wishes was furious with this, the man he loved was strung up and burned alive. And so, he showed those townsfolk what a God’s wrath was.

But underneath that anger held sorrow for his love’s death, he had only spoken what he thought should be changed, and he was ruthlessly killed for it. The God of Wishes cried near his love’s body, his tears glowing a golden colour, his tears birthed new stars. And from that very day on, The God of Wishes swore to never get too attached to something as simple as a mortal life.

A tear fell down his cheek, he quickly wiped it away, the God of Wishes thought it was pathetic, that he was crying over memories, and he had moved on from that man. Even though some part of him hadn’t moved on, he never wanted to remember that night ever again. There was no point in thinking of the past, especially if you were immortal.

He had a wishmaker to find, and he wasn’t in the mood to mess around and dilly dally. It wouldn’t take long, about a day at most. The God of Wishes floated a few feet off the ground , it was a lot quicker than walking everywhere. He looked at the sky, the ashy afternoon skies turning into the dusk, midnight blue.

He’s going to have a time here on Earth.