Craig sat on his windowsill, watching the snow silently drift down from the clouded grey skies. Ice sickles formed on his car with the now broken headlight.
He was waiting for his hero to help him forget about all of his problems. He needed him to feel better.
Craig knew that the fight between him and Tweek was small, but the more he thought about it the worse it felt. He and Tweek had never fought before. They've had their disagreements but they've never shouted at each other. And Tweek had pushed him away.
He needed Mysterion. The more he sat there lost in his own thoughts the more he wanted his hero. Around him, he was happy. There was something about him that comforted him. Maybe it was how approachable he was. Or how mysterious he was. Or how he actually cared about him. Craig couldn't stop thinking about the masked boy.
Mysterion was like a drug, worse than nicotine.
After about an hour, Craig gave up and reluctantly laid down on his bed, his mind becoming more violent and thoughts becoming more dangerous. He felt betrayed. But Mysterion was never his to start off with. He never will be.
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Black Eyes and Broken Dreams
FanfictionA paranoid nervous wreck, a stoic troublemaker, and a poor playboy all look for love in the small town of South Park. To what lengths are the teenagers willing to go to get someone by their side? #54 in South Park Cover art by runmonsterun on Tumblr...
