Tweek was at a club — using a fake ID, as he was only 18 and lived in America — for whatever reason. We all know he didn’t go there willingly on his own accord. Well, one thing led to another and the cops busted in for some reason. They checked everyone’s ID and arrested a few people, and Tweek was terrified. The cop looked suspicious of him the moment he’d given the fake ID, and apparently we was acting “under the influence” so he was taken in for quick drug testing. He hadn’t been drinking that night, but for some reason — a reason he didn’t know — he tested positive for being on meth.

Another thing led to yet another thing, and now he was being sent to an asylum to get him “stable” and “off meth for his own good”… he wasn’t even on meth for crying out loud!! (To his own knowledge) No one listened to him when he said that, and they all assumed he was lying to get himself out of the situation. Which only served to make him more anxious. Apparently South Park Asylum Plus was running low on budget and rooms this specific year, so he’d been thrown into a room with another patient.

He’d been fighting back as the guards tried to coax him into the room, ending up with him being tossed in and the door slammed behind him. He quickly hopped to his feet to try and bang on the door to be let out, to no avail. “G-GAH!! Let me out, LET ME OUT! I’m not a meth head, I SWEAR!” Tweek yelled and shouted through the door, after a few moments of no response he turned to look around the room, seeing his cell mate. Who were they? Why were they looking at him like that? Did they want to kill him? Did they already hate him that much?! His mind raced with all the possible bad scenarios, staring at them. “AGH!!— WHO’RE YOU?!”