Tweek was at home, preparing to start his adventure as a pokemon trainer to achieve that childhood dream of becoming a great gym leader. Thanks to his paranoid attitude, he kept several things in his backpack, some more important than others. At the same time, he continued with those uncontrollable tics and tremors of his and gave a few small pats on the head to his Jolteon, who was watching the boy while he nervously did his stuff.