A/N: only writing this chapter. Might write more if I feel like it.
You decide what age they are.
We're talking about Tweek mainly here, not gonna name the second person tho, you decide who they are.
This Is my first time writing something half-serious so sorry if it's bad, also, TW for badly written slight violence, and for out-of-character Tweek ‼️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️
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Usually, walking at night for a male was easy to do, but not for someone like him, especially in a small town like this. Everyone knew everything about everyone, that's why if something happened to you, it'd be better to keep your mouth shut. Nobody cares about anybody, and they all just want gossip. It was okay, tho- this is how things had always been for him, and he had learned to accept things like these. He knew that's the way things were, and, even if he wanted to do something about it- he couldn't. And that's okay, too. It's very hard to change things, especially if they've always been that way, so he didn't bother.
This night was particularly chilly. He shivered and twitched. Something fairly common for him to do. He yearned to get home and drink a bit of coffee, it kept him calm. He didn't care if it kept him awake for the rest of the night, he just wanted to feel calm. He had no reason to be this nervous anyways, he just was. There wasn't a single soul to be seen in the streets, still- he felt like something was watching him, following him- waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
And he was right, there was someone following him, it wasn't someone he would expect tho. It was a familiar face. He was relieved to see them, but still, a bit freaky.
The blonde sighed, looking at their follower. Not a single word escaped their lips. Just looks, and a bit of twitching from Tweek, the fact that he knew this person didn't mean he wouldn't find it creepy that they were stalking him. Looking into their eyes, Tweek couldn't manage to read their expression. He sighed and began walking away.
The people in this town were messed up, that's why it shouldn't have been a surprise when the other ran towards him, knife in hand. Tweek now knew what those eyes were expressing, it was anger. Pinned to the wall, Tweek had a thousand questions, tho none of them would be answered. He knew that, yet the questions were piling up in his head- because that's what questions do when they're unanswered, they act like a plague, spreading and occupying more and more of your thoughts, until you can't take it anymore. As weird as it may sound, unanswered questions may make you insane at times.
Tweek tried to fight back, but he couldn't, his nerves got the best of him, and he froze. The other had enough, he threw Tweek against a wall- hard. Tweek yelled. His head felt like it was splitting in two. His vision was fuzzy, and he didn't notice the other approach. Oh, how he wished someone was here to help him out. He could defend himself, sure, but the other person had a weapon, he didn't. He felt powerless in this situation. A sharp pain shot through his body as he was stabbed with the knife in his upper chest. Apparently, stabbing him wasn't enough. He received a few kicks in his lower chest area, making him scream once again.
To not leave any evidence behind, the attacker removed the knife from Tweeks' chest as slowly and painfully as possible and left Tweek in the alley to rot. He didn't care if the blonde died or was alive in the morning, he just cared about not being caught. As for Tweek? His head was spinning, he wanted to stay alive, to try and get back home, but the pain was overwhelming. Finally, he closed his eyes and everything went black.
