Craig's POV
I head to Tweek's house after school. I really wanna figure out what is wrong with him, he seems so distant from people after the party. I saw him dancing with Butters but never saw him afterwards. Guess he left early. I get to Tweek's house and the door is open, so I head inside, I look around and turn on the lights, "Tweek?" I yell, he doesn't answer. I look over at the table, it's a bunch of letters, labeled, Tweek Tweak, guess a bit of snooping won't hurt. I look through the letter at the top,
Dear Tweek Tweak,
You failed, you talked with him, Craig Tucker can NEVER be your lover, yet you let him know your pain, the way your face looked when you talked with him shows how much pain you've been through. You must be punished. Grab a knife, and slit your throat, just enough for light bloodshed, not to kill, I can't kill you off yet. Remember, you refuse to follow this, someone will be killed.
I couldn't believe it, Tweek was being blackmailed by someone, I ran up the stairs and saw the bathroom light was on, so I barged in and, Tweek Tweak, was about to slit his throat, before he does I grab the knife and grab his wrist with the bandages, I unwrap it and see, broken, written across it. Tweek looks at me, pain in his eyes, I could tell they were screaning help me, so I dropped the knife and hugged him.
"Craig.. y-your going to d-die, s-stop." He cries, I look at him,
"I won't let anyone put a hand on me or you, you should have told me, we need to tell the police." I say
"But, the letter told me-"
"The letter doesn't fucking matter!" I yell, he jumps and gasps "I'm sorry, it's just I care about you Tweek, whoever is stalking you will be found, you shouldn't go through this." I say calmly. He stares at me and falls into my arms, letting all the sadness out, it's like I could feel his sadness, I hug him tightly again and feel his body go weak. I pick him up and set him on the couch, grabbing the phone I call 911 and report this to them.
(Timeskip to Craig heading to police station)
Tweek's POV
I wake up on my couch. Looking around, memories flood back, Craig walking in and hugging me, telling me he'd report it to the police. I look around and suddenly notice I'm alone. Nononono I can't be alone, I'll die, I don't want to die. I start crying loudly and start having a panic attack. I hear footsteps and my anxiety kick in. I look around and look at the steps. It's too dark for me to see and I watch them run down the stairs
"AAAAH DON'T KILL ME P-PLEASE!" I scream, crying, but feel arms around me,
"Calm down Tweek, it's only me." Feeling relieved I hear Craig's voice, and I calm down. "Tweek, I reported this to the police, and you'll never guess who was writing them." Craig Whispers. God, even his whisper is cute. "W-who?" I ask,
"It was Clyde."