"So, if I'm correct" Cartman sighs and takes a sip of his water, "they took Tweek away, someone's been falsely accusing you, the cops are after you, and you know that Tweek is being possessed"
"Yes" I fidget my fingers over each other until I accidentally scratch at my skin and make my cuticle bleed. shit, this all happened so fast. I can't even believe that this all happened in one day.
"Holy, fuck" Cartman, pinches his nose bridge and stands up, I'm a little confused but he proceeds to close his window blinds and dims down the lights.
"what are you doing"
"This is serious Craig, we gotta be undercover."
He's right, but I can't help but fear that maybe I didn't pick the right person for this. I couldn't risk bringing Clyde, Tolkien, or Jimmy into this. I can't do this to them, but Cartman. I don't give a fuck if something happens to Cartman.
In Fact I have more questions than answers. Who would want to accuse me, go to the extremes of writing my name everywhere.
Who would do such a thing?
One fact for sure, I don't have any fucking enemies,
Kenny counts like one, and so does Cartman, but they wouldn't dare to do such a thing. It's even a little stupid to think that Cartmans fatass would decide to go through all of this. We made a promise and I kept it.
Tolkien and Clyde weren't even aware. They didn't even know why the church was closed today, and they wouldn't dare to do a thing to Tweek.
Jimmy wouldn't either, he's too busy spreading rumors about my gayass around the area than saying a word about Tweek.
So then who the fuck could it be!? I chewed at my nails and Cartman walked out of the room before coming back in.
This time he brings in a box full of stuff and I'm even more confused than before, Cartmans getting ahead of himself and I don't even have a plan yet. What if I'm too late, what if he's gone by the time I try to get him back.
What if.
what if.
what if.
What if.
"Craig back to earth," Cartman flicks my head and I wince, he's right, I can't waste my time.
"You have a plan don't you Craig?" Cartman yawned and sat down, holding the box against his stomach. I'm still curious as to what's in that box.
"Yeah? No? Yes? Ugh" I groan and grab a chunk of my hair, I'm trying to think. But I don't have a clue, Tweeks somewhere in there. It's impossible they've exorcized him in one day, but my days are limited so I can't think twice. I need to know when, and then I need to make a plan to get him back just in time.
I'm aware that Tweek was confined to a paper by mistake, but this time he's going to be exorcized, and not just lightly. Moriah's book being gone has the priestess on edge, killing Tweek assures them that Moriah loses his left hand strength.
If everything that Mr Mackey told me is true then, there are two people currently possessed under Moriah's control. One, Tweek and the other...I don't know. As long as one of them is free and not locked up, the other can just follow Moriah's commands with ease. I'm just curious as to why he didn't decide to use Tweek first.
Why wait until he got captured, I'm so fucking confused.
"Thinking hard buddy?" Cartman looks down at his watch and I roll my eyes, "I'm trying"
"Well you don't need an exact plan, but at least tell me an idea of what you're willing to do," Cartman says and it lights up a spark in my head. You know, for someone who's so stupid sometimes, he really is fucking helping me a lot.
"I need, I need to know when it's going to happen" I sighed and put my hands into a knot. "When they're going to exorcize him, and then get him before it happens" I look down at the floor and then up at Cartman, he's determined. Maybe a little too determined, but I like that. Because I want to save him. And I'm willing to do anything.
"You could've said that sooner Craig" he grins and I frown, he dumps the mystery box on the table and my eyes widen.
"You're not serious are you?"
"Oh im serious" he smiles and I look a little confused as to why he has so many wigs, outfits and costumes. Then it clicks.
"No way"
"Yes way" he smiles and picks at a brunette wig, slapping the thing on his head. Within seconds he's gone into acting, if I'm thinking what he's thinking.
Then I don't know if this is a fucking stupid plan, or the best fucking plan.
"Can you just walk in there and find out? Are the costumes necessary?"
"..." he stays silent and I frown, shrugging my shoulders forwards as I repeat his name for the second time, "Cartman I asked you something"
"well" he mumbles and plays around with the curls of his wig, well? Well what Cartman? "Cartman, what!?" I get a little more desperate and he sighs.
"They suspect me too, Last time they chased me out of the church"
Oh god you're fucking kidding me.
"WHY??"
"DONT ASK ME I DONT KNOW" Cartman leaned back on his chair and I sighed. I can't believe it, I'm making a plan to rescue Tweek in Cartman's apartment. The plan is to wear wigs and find out the time. I don't know if I've gone insane or just crazy. Maybe even both by now.
"When" I question and Cartman looks at the time, "considering what happened, the cops are probably still searching for you, tomorrow night is a good time."
"crazy" I sigh and laugh,
"What."
"Since when are you so damn logical dude?" I laugh, and then wipe the tears from my cheeks. I'm just praying god it works, that everything works as planned. Please, it needs to work. It's the only way, I'm out of ideas.
"Mimimim fuck yo gayass Craig, I'm trying to help you" he rolls his eyes and it's almost like I can't take him seriously when he's wearing that wig. He's right, he is helping me, and I'm being stubborn.
After everything I've done, choked him, punched him, he still decides to help me and I have his gratitudes.
"yeah, my bad" I sniffle, and wipe the dried blood from my face, Cartman sighs and throws a napkin to my face, I catch it and wipe my nose.
"So, then the plan is as so?"
"Yeah, the plan is as so" I smile, and Cartman takes that as an invitation to throw me a black haired wavy wig.
I hope this works.
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.
.
Tonight feels weird.
It feels weird to not have Tweek beside me, I'm sleeping on the cold floor. A Pepa pig blanket over my body, while Cartman sleeps on his king sized bed and snores so fucking loudly.
I miss him,
I miss Tweek so fucking much.
I grip tighter on my blanket and sigh, frowning my brows. Events of earlier playing over and over in my mind. The cops, Tweek, everything.
I just wish things hadn't turned out like this.
What if I had stayed, what if I had, made it just in time.
What if I had run faster?
No, I can't be thinking about what I could've done.
I need to keep moving forward and proceed with the plan.
I should be grateful that I atleast got Cartman to help me, don't ask me how, but he is for god knows why.
I'm just proud my body was able to run, that I was able to escape the cops.
Mr Mackey, you might despise me.
You might never want to see my face.
but within you and me, I won't fucking let anything get infront of my path.
So if disrespecting my oath and lying to the church is what I have to do.
Then cross my heart, that's what I'm going to fucking do....
...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAWOOOOOO" Cartman suddenly snores and my body sparks. what the fuck!? I groaned and flipped around on the ground. It's sudden, but the horrible smell of socks invades my nostrils and I sit up straight. Cartman's hairy and smelly leg hangs loosely from the edge of his bed and my forehead twitches.
The rest of Cartman's home is cold, except his room. But if sleeping in the living room is what I gotta do to never smell that disgusting sock again, I'll do it.
"Cartman" I groan.
"fuckkk you kewl" he snores in his sleep and I frown confused.
"Cartman, wake the fuck up."
"Shuuut up stewpid Jew"
"CARTMAN" I poke at his stomach and he wakes up, "whatdafak do you want" he sighs and brushes his sleepy eyes with a hand.
"You stink, move your foot"
"Mimimi," he mocks me and turns around, retreating his foot. I sigh in relief and finally lay down. God, give me strength please, I frown and close my eyes.
This is not going to be easy.
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.
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"CARTMAN IF YOU DONT FUCKING MOVE YOUR FOOT IM GONNA GIVE YOU A REASON TO"
"WHATDAFAK MAN"