Tweek’s parents owned a little coffee shop in poorer side of town. A place that appealed to commoners for its addictive tastes! Unfortunately for Tweek though, it became a prison by the age of 10. He worked there constantly to help out his family, always working like crazy.

and just like always, the young boy was at the counter. A mix of anxiety and annoyance as he wiped the counters. He was the only one out there, his parents out back working on inventory or something..

Then, he heard the door open. His eyes snapped up to the door, expecting one of the regulars. But it clearly wasn’t one of the many commoners he was accustomed to. It was some boy with fancy robes.. OH GOD— A NOBLE OR SOMETHING?! That’s enough to make him anxious! What if he says something wrong and the guy destroys the shop?!

But he tried to slow down twitches, running over to the step-stool he used to see over the counter. Then he spoke.

“N-ngh— uh- hi! What can I get for you?!”

..yeah, he wasn’t calm.