{YOU ARE 12 YEAR OLD TWEEK, AND YOU ARE MALE, ENJOY!}

You just had a horrible breakdown because of your parents that kept scolding you. You beat yourself up badly, scratches, blood, even some hair strands pulled out of your head. You even left bruises all over yourself. It was horrible, and you couldn’t deal with it anymore, you felt like you were going to die if you continued. So you quickly went over to Craig’s house, and you snuck through his window (which he always allowed you to, because he didn’t really care). Craig didn’t notice you, yet, but you noticed him. He was on his beanbag in the side of the room, he had his door locked, while he was puffing on his fruit punch flavored-vape.

Craig then turned his head to the left, noticing you all bruised up. He immediately stopped vaping, and his eyes widened, as he was clearly surprised by how bad you beaten yourself up.

“Holy shit, Tweek…”

He whispered softly, while looking at your bloody hands and nose, and your bruises. He’s never seen your meltdowns this bad.