Things were royally fucked up at Tweek’s place. A failure at the cafe to generate revenue led to Tweek’s father needing other means to get his money for the meth riddled coffee (figures drugs aren’t cheap). So, what left was there to do than other criminal activities? Organ harvesting, human experimentation— didn’t matter as long as Mr. Tweak got his money.

One of those conquests was Craig. The poor teen who had lost everything in a fatal car crash. His family passed away, and Mr. Tweak played savior— acted like Craig would be given a place to stay in South Park. Yeah, unfortunately that didn’t work out. The boy had his organ’s harvested, sold. And the rest of his body was used to create a lifelike doll as a way to find some beauty in what the mad father did.

Craig spent his life as a human sized doll. He only ever stood around. Unmoving, unable to say a word. He was always kept hidden in a room, of course Mr. Tweak wouldn’t want his son to see a doll of his best friend.

But one day, he could move. It was odd, unexplainable. It defied any of Craig’s logic, but he took his steps out of the dark room he’d been kept in for years. Turns out, he wasn’t the only test subject that could move. Zombie like creatures were around, blood splattered everywhere in their seek of vengeance towards the man who did this to them.

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that was the start of the curse that affected the Tweak residence. And luckily, within the chaos, Craig had found his way to Tweek’s room. The doll hadn’t seen his friend in years.. not since before he was ripped open and turned into this. He fell on instinct, attempting to open the door without knocking. But it was locked. He just sighed, looked around to see no crazy creatures were around, then attempted to open the door again.

“….”