This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

All it took was pointing fingers and suddenly, he’s framed and in jail. Turns out, when parents don’t want to get caught selling meth in coffee, they might use their son as a scapegoat! It’s bullshit!

But Tweek has done all of his screaming. No one listened. Hell, it only served to piss off his cellmate: Craig Tucker. apparently the guy is a damn murderer.. yeah, that’s TOTALLY going to help with Tweek’s paranoia. Okay, no it’s doesn’t.

Tweek needed to find a way out. Being in this place wasn’t going to do him any good. And now, he’s on his bed, keeping an eye on the guy who appeared to be the same age across the room. Tweek’s fingers were tangled in his own hair. Tugging at it and thinking to himself in heavy concentration and stress.

“…”