#ver :: main ( tweek )

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you'll learn right now , i don't play nice / and if you hurt me once , 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙆𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙀 ! / and i won't go first ( 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 ) / 'cause i'm the last bitch up , ＴＨＥ ＦＩＮＡＬ ＧＩＲＬ ！

finalgirl!tweek to go with @feldspar-thethief's ghostface!craig au lol

[spgoesinsane]

Marjorine Stotch: The fun loving, Sweet girl has a deep seated secret that of running on of southparks largest communities of cannibals

Tweek Tweak: A shy and anxious boy, Whos family has a deep history of running the second most large community of cannibals in south park

Bloody Ver-

Authors note: Hello everyone! Welcome to my south park AU, South park goes insane. IM so excited to start this up and see what people think! The main ships in the AU are Staig (Stan x Craig) K2jorine (Kyle x Kenny x Marjorine), Tyde (Tolkien x Clyde), Bendy (Bebe x Wendy) and Dip (Pip x Damien). If you dont like those ships than this AU is not for you please just scroll, The time is when the main cast is in high school. More world building and plot driven notes willl be made on the next post but these are out two main characters on the cannibal side!

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creek, staig, + k2 pls!!

Thank you, thank you!

Creek:

Creek is pretty much my only OTP ever??? I was shipping them in middle school way before they made Creek canon and I only found out about TxC LAST YEAR???? My South Park friends irl are mostly libertarians, so nobody told me and I've basically lost my goddamn mind about this during covid. I stopped reading SP fanfic around 2010/11, and now have binge read every single Creek fic I could find in the past year. As a result, I have a million recs for Creek fics; if you're looking for a particular fic, I can probably help; and I am now legally insane.

It's really funny to me when people discuss problematic stuff common in Creek fics today. Some of this stuff is deeply entrenched in a long fandom history, but it's a shadow of what it once was. Every other Creek fic in the late 00s was like Craig bullies Tweek into suicide, Tweek is an anorexic cutter for some reason (ok, reason being, simply: 00s), Craig is a rapist/murderer (this seems like way too much effort for Craig/a misunderstanding of his psychology)?? I want to say to these people, you don't know how good you have it. I'm glad for the changes, though, because vers Creek is beautiful and I love it. Like, of course Craig would take it up the butt. Don't be immature.

I was completely blown away by Tweek x Craig. I still can't believe it, and I'm just grateful they addressed Creek and can also see how well they complement one another. There's something so sweet and vulnerable in their relationship, and I'm glad they've taken care to show that Tweek can hold his own and be a total brat.

STAIG:

Staig seems to have gotten popular more recently as I don't recall seeing much Staig back in the day. I've def read Creek fics with Staig in them this time around reading fic. I'm not a huge fan of ships w/ Craig and a main four member, but out of them all, Crenny and Staig strike me as most plausible. Craig and Kenny are actually friendly, but Craig is Stan's foil and there's always sexual tension w/ your foil. If you can't f*ck your foil, how in the hell are you gonna f*ck anyone else??? This is often how Staig is used in fics where Creek is endgame - Stan is some dalliance that helps Craig come to terms with his gay ass. Good for him tbh.

I prefer Staig to Cryle/Crenny because when Kyle and Kenny are made out to be skinny little twinks, physically comparable to Tweek in some way, there's often this impulse to denigrate Craig's bond with Tweek to legitimate his relationship with Kyle or Kenny. I'm not a fan of this approach generally - I also don't like it in Creek fics when Craig's minor crush on Thomas is something that needs to be obliterated in order for his relationship with Tweek to have meaning.

Because Stan and Tweek aren't physically similar, there's less of this impulse to put Tweek down in Staig fics, so I'm more apt to read them in the first place (I'm sorry, I just love him). I've read Staig oneshots where they're together because Tweek cheated/was on drugs. Rachhell (https://archiveofourown.org/works/14299416) and metrophobic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16138796/chapters/38540477) both had great ones like this. The latter is Twoken-centric but takes place at Staig's wedding, and metrophobic also has a fascinating Staig (and Twenny!) in "Tweeker Nation" which is so goddamn good: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14300271. I think I headcanon Tweek's future relationship to drugs differently from others and I also see him as more likely to be a homewrecker than the one in the relationship cheating, but I love these oneshots and would love to see how Staig got together under those circumstances.

By and large, though, I'm here for like angry fighty Staig messing around? I also love platonic Staig when done well - it's done very well in gremlinteeth's "Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15904065), cocoacremeandgays' "Three Sides" Series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/1231883), and applecrumbledore's "Seven days of alien summer" (https://archiveofourown.org/works/7687666 - they're not friends, exactly, but Craig is kinder to Stan once he grapples with his gay crush on Kyle). That said, I’m always into Craig casually hating Stan's guts, just because, like in qindarka's "Aisle 10" (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6062509/1/Aisle-10) and IDRC's "The Ring" (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12195070/18/The-Ring).

K2:

Okay, so back in the late 00s, I was obsessed w/ Creek, but because of the wild power imbalance between Craig and Tweek in a lot of Creek fics at the time, I'd get tired of reading the 1000th story where Tweek is completely pathetic and Craig is either the big hero or chooses to wreck Tweek for funsies, and I'd read Style and K2. I am trying to get back into these ships, or any ships in other fandoms that are like Creek, because the hold Creek has over me - oh boy, am I unwell.

My impression of K2 at the time was that Style has that soulmate-y vibe to it, but Kenny was often a means by which Kyle has some gay revelation about Stan. Often Kenny would do this deliberately and wouldn't have any illusions about his significance to Kyle relative to Stan. I remember the sexual tension between K2 would often get me like Idk, Kyle! Maybe go with Kenny? You gotta at least once in your life go with a Kenny.

The state of K2 now, a decade later, seems more diverse, especially since we got Mysterion up in this bitch. I put "missing that special something" because, seeing it in passing in fics that also contain Creek, sometimes it lacks the spark I remember it having when I used to read K2 fics (this likely has more to do with my mentality than the fics themselves tho). Send me your K2 recs, plz!!! I used to love it so much and wish I could find the fics I loved back then.

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How do you see the creek relationship?

I see the canon version of Craig and Tweek as very cute and sweet. Even though I gripe about many fans on here coming away from a new SP episode only finding the 2-3 seconds where the two are somewhere in the background worth while, I DO enjoy the relationship in the show. Put It Down was pretty objectively the best episode of last season (there are other ones I really enjoyed, but that one had great satire, was really fucking funny, and was very sweet). The relationship has allowed Tweek to have more characterization and allowed his parents to continue to be awful. Now on that note...I have several beefs with the fanon versions. One is that I hate seeing fanart or fanfics where Tweek's parents are shown to be loving and supportive of the relationship for pure intentions. I know that sounds ridiculous because why wouldn't I want him to have a loving family, but I like the possibilities that come from him as a character having to deal with manipulative family members. He can make his own family, as many LBGTQ+ people do. It's just something I'm not interested in.I'm also a crankypants when it comes to big hands ultra seme Craig and uwu can't function uke Tweek. See right there, I can't even write it without being sarcastic. ^^() I wish I could find my crappy edit of how I feel so many fans view Craig in the relationship in fanworks. ^^() Not that Craig topping can't be enjoyable in the right story, but I've just seen so many stories that have Craig come off as edgy tough guy and Tweek is like a fucking pastry chef who also fosters kittens, but can't pay his bills or clean his house because he's, I don't know, too delicate or precious or something. Honestly, my problem with this common interpretation of their dynamic is my same issue with Bunny and why it's really hard for me to get behind. These heteronormative roles that they always HAVE to fall into.Anyway, the way I personally enjoy writing the relationship in a smutty way is with switching. Not necessarily in the same fic if it's a one-shot, but in the multi-chapter Creek thing I'm toying with, they're gonna switch (or vers as the kids call it?) cause it makes it more interesting to me. In a non-smutty way, I like writing and reading Creek fics where the two of them are just...like normal people in a relationship. Like stories where they're older and have been together for 5, 10, 15 years perhaps, and they just do couple things. Since they're an established couple in the show, I prefer exploring what their relationship and lives together would be like, rather than reinterpreting how they met and fell in love. I can sometimes enjoy AUs where this happens, assuming they're adults and it's not just a story that reimagines their school relationship. It's just not for me.My last beef is ironic, given that I just said I enjoy stories (usually one-shots) of Creek just being a damn established couple. I generally find the relationship boring. Fanon-wise, that is. Like I'm generally not going to bother looking for Creek fics, unless the plot itself is really interesting or I like the writer's work. I feel that way about all of the main fanon ships. ^^() Not intentionally. Just as I started shipping characters, I found myself drawn to the possibilities of K2, Crenny, Staig, Tyde, Clenny, Stenny, Twyde, and numerous OT3s more so than Creek, Style, and Bunny.So that's my rambling rant on Creek the relationship. ^^() I hope it makes sense and doesn't come off as me just being an asshole. I do enjoy the ship, I'm just really fucking picky about it. ^^()P.S. I am of the belief that Creek + a third makes everything 100% better. Creekenny and Creekovan make my life happy, and although I have no idea what the name would be, the idea of Craig, Tweek, and Stan is very intriguing.

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     closed starter for   ⟶   @phantosm

   “Ack!  No, please!” Tweek cries, throwing his gloved hands up in front of his face.  “I’m n-not a real hero…”  Cartman will probably have his hide for breaking character on one of their play days, but Tweek will worry about that later.  That fatass isn’t here in his raccoon costume, facing down what appears to be an actual supervillain.

   Tweek is dressed in his Wonder Tweek outfit, with his superhero name proudly displayed on his headband, and he pulls on the front of his blue coat, crinkling the ‘WT’ logo on it.  This has got to be the absolute stupidest mix-up he could have gotten into, and if he wasn’t scared, he would be much more angry about it.

   “I—I—ah!—I don’t h-have powers!  I can’t r-really control the w-weather…”  As he tries to back away, his heel catches on a sidewalk crack, and he tumbles backwards, screaming until he lands hard on his ass, and then he just shakes with the shock of it.  “There are—nh—o-other kids… around… playing…  They’re just p-pretend heroes!  Please d-don’t hurt them, either!”

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▸   @sinshosted   ⟶   ❛  ‘ you’re a feisty little shit, ain’t you? ’ //for either of em from odin >:3  ❜   ╱   (  happy death day , accepting .  )

That was one thing about Tweek, that when he wasn’t freaking out, he could be more confident and even vicious when he wanted to.  Spending time with Craig’s gang was intolerable if you weren’t scrappy yourself, if you couldn’t take a hit directly to the teeth and scramble back to your feet again.

“Yeah!” Tweek grinned, temporarily breaking character to beam with pride.  His face, arms, and chest were adorned with bold black-painted triangles, and he wore a brown cape fashioned out of an old coffee sack and decorated with dusty faux fur picked up at the craft store.  It was much easier to feel strong and in control as a barbarian.

Then, he leveled his bow with its suction cup arrow at Odin again.  No more messing around.  “You’re trespassing through Dark Lord territory, and you s-still haven’t given me a good reason not to shoot you!”

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▸   @sinshosted​   ⟶   ❛  Alright, that's it. You're going to bed, and I'm not taking no for an answer. //for tweek from ava. chronic idiots the both of them  ❜   ╱   (  lack of sleep , accepting .  )

“No!” Tweek protests, despite her just saying she will not hear anything contrary.  He only got an hour of sleep last night and about three hours the night before, fueled only by coffee.  If not for the caffeine being pumped continuously into his system, he surely would have collapsed by now.  His eyes are sunken and rimmed with dark circles, but wide and frantic.  His hands and knees shake, making almost all of his other movements sluggish and haphazard.

“I don’t want to go to sleep.  I—that’s when they get you!”  Creepypastas have been popular with kids at school lately, and a few days ago, Clyde was regaling them with the tale of Jeff the Killer.  Tweek’s sleep has been fitful and nigh nonexistent since, as every time he closes his eyes, he can feel a bright white face staring at him from the end of his bed and startles awake again.

“They wait for kids to be asleep and then brutally murder them.”  That could be considered a mercy, but not as much as letting the children live.  His trembling has overtaken his entire body now, and he grits his teeth to stop them from rattling around in his skull.  “I think some of them have magic powers to put you to sleep, so even if you try to resist them, they just—”  He has worked himself up too much to continue his explanation and screams instead.

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▸   @hisahku   ⟶   ❛  I think he might’ve thought I was gay..  ❜   ╱   (  avenue q , accepting .  )

   Honestly, Tweek was kind of running out of patience for this whole gay thing.  It wasn’t that he didn’t like boys.  Before he got with Craig, he entertained a crush on Clyde—still entertained it, really, but he was trying to let go of that unattainable dream.  He was just tired of it being some big deal that needed to be talked about all the time, tired of being the center of attention.

   Tweek scowled, and he didn’t know if it was more at Heba or the person he was describing.  “Y-yeah, they’ll do that,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “They wanna make sure you know they’re supportive.  Play along, you m-might get some money out of it.”

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▸   @muutos   ⟶   ❛  “I, um… might have… had something to, uh… do with that…" (tweek for craig perhaps)  ❜   ╱   (  random , accepting .  )

     CRAIG   TILTED   HIS   head  away  from  Tweek  and  closed  his  eyes ,  pressed  his  mouth  into  a  hard  line ,  and  inhaled  slowly  through  his  nose .    His  fingers  curled  and  flexed ,  but  he  caught  himself  before  he  could  close  them  into  fists .    Don’t  hit  him ,  don’t  hit  him ,  don’t  hit  him   .   .   .    Hitting  your  boyfriend  looked  bad  compared  to  rightfully  beating  the  shit  out  of  one  of  your  dude  friends ,  which  was  one  of  the  many  awful  conclusions  Craig  had  come  to  since  starting  this  bullshit  with  Tweek .

     To  hell  with  the  town  —  should’ve  let  them  howl .    Then ,  he  wouldn’t  have  to  worry  about  getting  a  domestic  called  on  him .

     With  at  least  some  of  the  urge  to  lash  out  drained  from  him ,  he  opened  his  eyes  again ,  piercing  blue  drilling  into  Tweek’s  skull .    Craig  thought  he  was  being  a  shining  example  of  rationality ,  giving  the  other  boy  a  chance  to  explain  himself ,  but  he  had  to  force  the  words  out  through  clenched  teeth :  “ What   .   .   .  happened ? ”

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▸   @gas-stxtion​   ⟶   ❛  jack: “Tonight, I’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” //for tweek! protect the poor kid from The Horrors  ❜

After the first time, it had turned into a habit for Tweek to show up at the gas station late at night when he couldn’t sleep.  He found out the same man worked the night shift most of the time, the same one who had helped him through the unfortunate incident that occurred during his first visit, and he came to regard the gas station as a safe-ish place, at least when Jack was working.  If, by some odd miracle, there was somebody else working behind the counter, the entire place felt off.  Tweek could not shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong with it, and he began to notice strange occurrences.

Once, when approaching the gas station on one of his night walks, he saw what appeared to be a tall figure in a yellow raincoat standing near the dumpster in the back, illumined by the light over the rear door.  They stood almost entirely stock-still but swayed a little bit, as if they could feel Tweek looking at them, despite having their back to him, and wanted to assure him that they were real and alive rather than a statue.  He did not venture behind the gas station to see who they were and what they were doing because he liked to think that he wasn’t an idiot, but he at least saw them when he was approaching it from the side.

Then, another time, he went into the bathroom and got the distinct impression that he was not alone in there, even though the rest of the stalls were empty.  It was freezing in there, and his teeth chattered in his skull, and he did not actually want to take a piss, but he felt about to explode, so he rushed through it and then dashed out of there, refusing to look directly into any of the mirrors in case he caught something behind him.  After that, he made sure to always do his business before leaving home because he did not want to take his chances with whatever worse thing might be in the women’s room.

But if Jack was here, it all felt fine, and Tweek sat on a wooden stool, nursing a medium coffee and a pack of gummy bears.  He kicked his feet back and forth, thumping his heels against two legs of the stool, one of the fidgets that implied an unusual amount of calmness for him.  He was still trembling slightly, which was perhaps why Jack talked him out of a large coffee, but otherwise, he was mostly comfortable and content.

“Okay,” he said, nodding, his expression still troubled by something.  Even if he was mostly composed, it was still difficult and rare to drag a smile out of him.  “Th-thank you for—hh—letting me stay.  I know you’ve got work to do, too.”  And babysitting was rarely part of a gas station attendant’s job description.

“You weren’t working the other day when I came,” he noted, looking off toward a display of candy bars—buy one, get one for fifty percent off—“so I left again.  I didn’t like the look of the person behind the counter or of the whole rest of the place.”  Jack could not work all the time and probably needed days off here and there, but Tweek still disliked being around strangers, especially when there were bad vibes emanating from other parts of the store.  He wanted something familiar to latch onto and trust, so he always swung quickly back around when he couldn’t find Jack.

“Jack, can I ask you something?” he said, turning his attention back to the man in question.  Then, without waiting for an answer, he pressed on: “Does… do you get… weird… stuff happening here sometimes?”  He realized what an idiotic question that was and corrected himself—“I mean, besides all the dead guys in the freezer.”  Shit must go down here somewhat regularly if Jack was so blasé about murder and if there were that many corpses of the same guy on the property.

“Like I saw a really—a really weird person standing out back one time, not doing anything, just standing around, but in a freaky way.”  Maybe that was mean, and he should not have been assuming the worst about whoever it was, but they were a bit odd in his opinion, and he thought he caught a glance of them again on his way in tonight.  Having some reassurance that Jack knew who they were and that they were safe would do Tweek a world of good.  Perhaps, then, he could even go out and face the person in the raincoat and make two friends at the gas station, but he would not do it before he was told whether or not it was fine.

“Then, I got a—a weird feeling… the bathroom…”  Tweek trailed off and flushed pink, much less confident in his proceedings than he had been.  Craig constantly told him how much of his experiences were just in his own head, and now he felt silly.  “Like it might… be haunted.”  He sipped on his coffee and quickly averted his gaze again.  “It was probably nothing, though…  S-sometimes, I get—egh—w-worked up for… no reason.”

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▸   @sliding-into-space​   ⟶   ❛ Slider did a kick flip onto the sidewalk before stopping his skateboard, kicking it up into his hand before reaching down to scoop up some sort of toy that had been rolling away. Looking up, Slider gave a small smile and held it out. "Uh, this yours?" He offered with a friendly hum. A human Slider for either Craig or Tweek! Whatever you're feeling!  ❜

Tweek chased after his runaway car, brow wrinkled with worried concentration, face blazing red with the effort. That thing got fast when you set it downhill—who would have thought?

He skidded to a stop when an older boy on a skateboard picked it up.  A lot of the older kids in South Park elementary beat the little ones up, so it was always wise to tread carefully around them.  This one seemed nice enough, giving the toy back without hesitation instead of holding it over Tweek’s head and making him jump for it, but he still didn’t trust it.  He took his car back with shaky fingers and muttered sheepish gratitude.

He glanced down at the boy’s skateboard.  “That trick you did was cool,” he said, hoping to cement himself in the other’s good graces.  Older kids liked to show off on their bikes and skateboards.  “Can—can you do another one?”

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▸   @multibg   ⟶   ❛  ‘ i thought you were going to sleep forever. ’ (kyle @ tweek, mainverse... sleebover.....)  ❜   ╱   (  soft tired , accepting .  )

      Tweek is still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when Kyle speaks, and then he freezes.  It’s generally considered terrible manners to sleep later than the sleepover host, and ice shoots through his veins as he realizes his mistake.  He stars at Kyle for a moment, trying to determine if the other is mad at him.

      “Why didn’t you wake me up?!” he shrills, his voice hoarse.  They agreed last night that whoever woke up first was responsible for waking the other.  Tweek already planned not to rouse Kyle, though, because he didn’t expect to sleep at all.  He is used to being the only one awake, and it comes as a shock to be last for once.

      He looks around the room for a clock and catches the sunlight filtering through the window.  He can’t remember the last time he missed the sunrise.  “What time is it?”  Nine or ten, probably, still late for a coffeehouse owner’s son.

      Speaking of, despite knowing he doesn’t have a right to impose after disrespecting the social norms of sleepovers, he bunches the front of his pajama shirt up in his fist and asks, “…Is there coffee?”

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▸   @plutosighs   ⟶   ❛  “You look a little seasoned.” - Ted @ Tweek!  ❜   ╱   (  legacies , accepting .  )

      Tweek has been awake for a while, a couple days at least, flinching at any sound his house makes.  The paranoia compounds on itself, spurned on by sleep deprivation, which means Ted’s statement causes him to stand straight up, filled with abject terror.

      Maybe it’s because he works with a lot of food in his parents’ coffeehouse, but he associates being seasoned with being edible.  He is now in the presence of a cannibal, and he lets out a shriek as he steps back.

      “I’m not, I’m not!” he says, raising his arms in front of him defensively.  That lasts only a moment before the image of Ted taking a chunk out of his arm flashes in his mind, and he folds his arms tightly around his ribs to protect his organs.

      “I-I’m really bland, actually, and—and not cooked!  And tiny!  So, you should eat an adult instead; they’d taste way better.”  It sounds too much like he has experience with cannibalism, so adds, “I—I mean, I think so…”

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▸   @carriedghosts   ⟶   ❛  ❝ you want some gum? ❞ -for tweek!  ❜   ╱   (  the gray man , accepting .  )

“Gah!—no way, dude!” Tweek says, waving his hands in front of him and stepping back.  “That stuff’s bad for you.  I’ve heard all kinds of stories about people swallowing it, and then it gets stuck in their system for ten years.  Or maybe it’s—ngh—s-seven, I don’t remember.”  Ten years sounds more factual; seven sounds like one of those bad luck superstitions.  Therefore, he is going to err towards ten because that’s the more severe of the two, anyway, and it’s always better to be more careful than less.

“Point is, I don’t want that shit anywhere near me,” he says, still eyeing the stick of gum like it’s a chemical bioweapon, “and you probably shouldn’t chew it, either.  What if you accidentally swallow it, and it gonks up your intestines, and you die?”

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▸   @seeasunset  ​ ⟶   ❛  ‘  most  kids  are  assholes ,  just  like  most  adults .  ’ (@ Tweek)  ❜   ╱   (  you , accepting .  )

Tweek was sitting with his chin in his hands, shedding a few hot, bitter tears, but he pulled his head up when Vasco approached him.  He smiled tempestuously, his green eyes still unlit, and said, “Yeah, welcome to South Park.  Everyone’s an asshole, and if you try to complain about it, you’re a pussy.”  That was why he ran off to be by himself, so that he would not get roasted for crying.  None of his dickbag friends—if they could be called that (they were mostly Craig’s friends)—knew the difference between pansy tears and angry ones.

“None of the adults will ever do anything about the kids ‘cause in a lot of ways, they’re even worse.  Besides, I’m not a narc.”  It was bad enough getting made fun of, he wasn’t about to invite a beatdown, too.

Tweek curled up, pulling his knees closer to him, and his expression smoothed out to about as serene as he had ever been able to get it.  “Thanks for coming to check on me, though, even if does give away how much you’re not from around here.”

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     closed starter for   ⟶   @gas-stxtion

A dark red pool creeps across the linoleum floor, spreading out from the back of the old man’s skull, his pale eyes rolled back, his mouth still hanging open with surprise.  And all Tweek can do for several moments is stare, horrified, down at him while the blood inches around fallen bags of candy, toward the toes of his sneakers.  It doesn’t feel real; it doesn’t feel like an old man toppled backward and hit his head against the metal candy rack just right to spill his brains all over the shining gas station floor.  It’s not real, he tells himself, it’s just a bad dream, and he can wake up if he shuts his eyes tight.

But when he opens them again, he is still standing over a corpse in the gas station’s candy aisle.  Once the hopelessness of his situation sinks in, he screams.  “Oh, Jesus!  Oh, Jesus God!”  He has no idea what to do now—he can’t stay here, and he can’t run, and that indecision has him rooted in place.

The one gas station employee on duty at this hour comes hobbling down the aisle, supported by a crutch, drawn to the noise, all that clattering and screaming.  Tweek backs away from him, shaking his head, his green eyes wild and tearful.  “I’m sorry!” he chokes out.  “I’m sorry—it was an accident!”  That doesn’t mean a lot to police officers, and people get locked up for accidental deaths all the time.

“I didn’t think he’d die.”  Indeed, Tweek didn’t think he had the strength to push anyone over like that.  He was just trying to put some distance between himself and the old guy, who was a real bona fide freak, which is saying a lot, considering some of the people Tweek knows.

“I was just scared!”  Now, the tears are sliding thickly down his cheeks, and he’s struggling to get words out between his ragged breaths.  “He was—getting in my face and—saying weird stuff to me and—he scared me and—I didn’t mean to, I just—I wanted him to get away from me.  He was f-freaking me out!”  His neck spasms, pulling his head all the way to the right and dragging a sharp cry from his throat.

“Don’t tell—I’ll do anything!  I’ll scrub him up, I’ll scrub this whole place.”  He has practice cleaning his parents’ shop, so he knows he can do it.  “Just don’t call the cops.  I can’t go to prison.  I won’t survive!”  He clutches the front of his shirt in his fists and pulls on it.  “What if they try me as an adult, and I go to adult prison?!  I can’t—I can’t—“