Tweek was dead.

Craig had seen the body. Craig knew his boyfriend had died on the outskirts of their town one summer. But after that discovery on a rainy night, after desperately searching for his partner, Craig had fallen ill. Then, when he finally recovered, he found out Tweek was alive in the hospital.

It’s been 6 months since then. Tweek looked the same, sounded the same, spoke the same.. and as much as Craig tried to deny what he saw, he knew he hadn’t dreamt it. No, of course not.

and when he confronted Tweek about it in their secret spot beside Stark’s Pond, saying he couldn’t have been Tweek. The blonde tweaked. Tweek’s eyes remained wide.

“W-What..?”

Tweek’s scowl grew on his face, well, until is lips curled into an anxious smile. His hands buried in his hair, tugging in his distress.

“But I look like him, I act like him— how did—?!”

He turned his head to look at Craig more properly. An amalgamation seeping out from the right side of his face. He’s not human, he’s some sort of monster disguised as Craig’s lover. But still, Tweek lunged forward. Yet, instead of attacking, he hugged Craig close and pleaded.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten to— ngh— be human..! Please.. fuck, I don’t want to kill you!!”