Craig Tucker had a friend , and if you ever had seen him he usually was with him. Tweek . He was anxious , and nervous , but still funny to Craig in someway. They were best friends.

. . . One night Craig was running into a forest , panting and quickly looking for someone. He suddenly saw a blonde haired boy , the same as Tweek. He was dead .

after that summer , he would never be the same. A few days later , he was Tweek. Alive and well , just in the hospital bed.

that wasn’t Tweek.

after weeks and soon months of hanging out with …. ‘Tweek’ , he had already solidified the fact that wasn’t him. But , they’ve been getting closer oddly.

’ Tweek ‘ had the same personality. Same voice. Same soft skin with rough patches from where he would scratch nervously.

One night , him and Tweek were sitting at his house , and Tweek quietly looked at him , the slight red small dot in his pupil glaring gently. He came closer , and his right eye slowly melted , like a drop of water on a freshly painted painting. The details and colors of it was familiar by this point , it usually happened when he had intense feelings at the moment.