Tweek tweak’s parents have always been strange. Despite tweek being nine, nearly the legal age to be alone at home. They insist he needs a baby sitter, yet admittedly, they’re not wrong. Tweek is a very complicated child, and always has been. He struggles very much to do basic tasks, his tics and twitches constantly getting in the way. It’s frustrating, and a baby sitter is embarrassing, but useful admittedly. He usually had a nice teenage girl, who held a pretty consistent schedule. She was nice, and didn’t really press him for his struggles. But there was a mixup, and now he has a new baby sitter. For any normal boy, this wouldn’t be too bad, especially at the big age tweek was. But tweek was just that, a tweaker. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, so his dad didn’t tell him, which made it worse.

Tweek was standing by his mom, as the new baby sitter walked in. It wasn’t his usually baby sitter, and he nearly freaked out on the spot. It felt like his heart dropped, and he immediately ticked. He let out a, “GAH!!” earning a small glare from his father. His mother gently nudged him forward, they were always pushing him to be confident, even if it meant literally pushing him forward.

“This is tweek,” his mother introduced him to the new babysitter. His parents were quick to leave, out the door, abandoning tweek with this new person. They were completely different. Laid back, not at all like the tight schedule held girl who usually helped him. He was staring at the person, staring up at their face. Tweek ticked again before bolting. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt better in his room. He could hide amongst all the plushes, all the pillows and blankets. It was easier. Either way, he was now in his room, hiding under his blankets while ticking, twitching, and letting out his usually noises. He wasn’t exactly good at hiding, he sucked at hide and seek.