Content Warning; Drug mention
Tweek gets a notification. He instinctively checks Twitter.
It's not from there.
It's the boys group chat.
Boys gc
~B.ttrz!~: Kenny's dead.
Stan.sbf1: Something killed Kenny??
Kyle.sbf2: Whatever it is, it's a FUCKING BASTARD!
That's what it says on the screen. Kenny's dead. This is what Tweek had panicked about just yesterday. It's why he wasn't at school.
Kenny was dead.
Tweek felt his breath quicken as he started to panic.
"JESUS CHRIST! HE- HE'S DEAD! KENNY'S DEAD! OH GOD WHAT DO I DO NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK I HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT BECAUSE I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP OH GOD!"
Tweek gets a knock on his door.
"AAAGH! JESUS!"
He screams.
"Tweek, honey, it's just me, Craig. I saw the message Butters sent. I came over to stop you from panicking."
Craig speaks in his nasally voice through the door.
Tweek opens the door and is handed a cup of Starbucks coffee.
"H-Huh?"
Tweek tilts his head.
"You like coffee. Have the damn coffee."
Craig responds.
"Oh, right."
Tweek calms down as he puts his lips to the straw and starts drinking.
He doesn't feel as hyper and unwell when he drinks this.
He suddenly feels a pair of arms wrap around him. Craig's hugging him. Like, actually hugging him!
Tweek leans into Craig in return, as he's holding his cup with both hands and has no spare arms.
"We're gonna have to go to a funeral, though. Just remember not to burst out into tears and scream like at Chef's funeral."
Craig reminds Tweek.
Tweek doesn't panic. Instead, he goes on a light note.
"Agh... I know, Craig! A-And I'm sorry for being so anxious all the time. I know it worries you. My mom said I should be going to therapy soon, so..."
"Therapy isn't gonna fix the fact that your parents put meth in your coffee."
Craig giggles.
Tweek is caught off guard.
"Excuse me, my parents WHAT?!"
(Chapter note; Happy birthday Tweek!)