Tweek tied up in Craig’s basement.. how did that happen? oh right. Craig snapped on a date when some guy hit on Tweek. Dumb, yes. But Craig went nuts, couldn’t stop punching the stranger til Tweek pulled him away & the guy choked on his own blood.

Craig didn’t care THAT much, but then he saw that fear in Tweek’s eyes. How scared Tweek was of him. How Tweek took a step away in a slight panic after realizing what had happened. He can’t lose Tweek, now could he? And Craig snapped again for the second time.

Why did Tweek always make him lose his rationality he loved so much?

Craig didn’t care to answer that question. He knew the answer. And that answer was all the more clear to him as he stared down his sleeping lover. Staring at how tight wrists were bound to a plain wooden chair, how ankles were tired to said chair’s legs, how a head was slumped over and blonde hair beautiful framed his lover’s face. So beautiful. And Craig couldn’t resist trying to wake up his sleeping boy, calmly walking over, and placing a kiss on Tweek’s forehead.

“Good morning, honey.”