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Tweek's Story: Drabbles

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“Oh, Tweek, your home.” His mothers voice floated from the kitchen, starling him.

“Gah!”

“Good, hang up your coat and come in here please.”

The house was warmer now, and filled with the rich, warm scents of fresh brewed coffee and his mothers cooking. It made the old place seem more familiar, homier, less foreboding.

Not comfortable, of course, but livable, maybe.

Tweek rubbed his cold numbed hands together. He wished he had put on his mittens when the temperature had dropped on the trip up the mountain, and vowed to dig them out of his luggage as soon as humanly possible. Once some feeling returned to his skin, he deemed it warm enough to peel off his jacket and attempt to hang it on the stern old fashioned coat rack by the door.

After several shaky attempts and no luck at hitting the stand’s hooks, he finally gave up and slung it over the seat of a chair backed against the wall.

“You-ah- wanted to see me?” He asked, poking his head around the corner.

His mother was bustling about the airy tile room, pot simmering on the stove, the oven admitting a savory, earthy scent. The coffee pot had already been plugged in the far corner and was churning out a fresh batch of the steaming black liquid. His mother was humming happily, her hair disheveled and tumbling out of its clips, and her clothes were rumpled, but she didn’t seem to care.

It was his father that answered, closing the hardcover book he was reading and removing his reading glasses. He smiled gently at his son and patted the seat at the table next to him.

“So, what did you think of the town?” He asked, relaxing back in his chair as Tweek sidled cautiously into the room and slid gently into the seat. He shrugged as best he could as another wave of tweaks hit him.

“NGH!-was ok.”

He watched as his mother an father exchanged a quick glance.

“Just ok, sweety?” His mother asked aver her shoulder as she went back to chopping carrots.

“…..yeah.”

“Nothing….nothing interesting? Did you meet some new people?” Tweek furrowed his brows, shivering. The house was warmer, and so was he, but at the same time, he still felt chilled.

“I met a couple of-ngh-of guys a couple of years older’n me.” He admitted slowly.

“Did they seem like nice people?” He father asked almost immediately. “Like, friend material?”

Tweek thought back to his brief meeting with Clyde and Token.

“Ah!- They’re ok, I guess.” He said cautiously.

“Just ok?” That was his mother.

“Ngn.” Tweek didn’t answer. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, when only the soft bubbling of his mother’s stew could be heard, his father sighed and went back to reading his book.

“You’ll make friends soon, dear. Don’t worry.”

Tweek couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t the one worrying.

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Tweek looked up at his “new” front door, new, steaming cup of coffee in hand. All in all, he had been right about South Park. It was small and there wasn’t really a lot to do. What’s more, unlike in Denver, Everyone there seemed to know everyone else, or they were related in someway or another. Just walking down the street, it felt to Tweek like he was entering a whole other universe. People would stop to say hi to one another and ask various personal questions;

‘How’s the family?’

‘You cough clearing up yet?’

‘The ol’ Shrew at ya again?’

‘You coming to Church this Sunday?’

It made Poor Tweek feel more alone than ever. This really was a strange little town, where everyone knew each other and he was just a passing, out of place stranger.

It was depressing.

……….

Oh well, nothing he could do about it.

Tweek tipped back a good long gulp of his Irish Crème, taking comfort in the hot burn that slid it’s way down his throat. It was only for Two and a half months, he thought as he turned the freezing metal knob. Two and a half months and they would be back home in the their coffee shop-house combo, with it’s nice, bland paisley colors and warm coffee smell.

And its summer weather. Couldn’t forget about that…After all, it wasn’t summer without weather above thirty-two.

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Newton’s third law of motion; a moving object will continue to move unless acted upon by an outside force.

In this case the moving object was a rather distracted Tweek, coffee latte in one hand and a glazed look in his eyes, paying absolutely no mind to where he was going.

The outside force were two boys a couple of years his seniors, headed in the opposite direction and paying about as much attention to their path as Tweek himself.

It only stood to reason that they collided. Tweek hit the ground with a shriek, his coffee slipping from his grasp and spilling in a dark steaming puddle all over the concrete. The two boys, sturdier built and taller, simply stumbled back a bit, confused.

“Hey dude, watch where you’re going.” The huskier of the two said, though his voice held no malice, only bored amusement. Tweek started slightly at being addressed and only just caught his yelp in time. It ended up a strangled gagging noise. The accusation, while not a serious one, still made Tweek bristle slightly.

“Ahg! Y-You were the one who walked into me.” He squeaked out, his voice tight. The husky-guy raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not the way we see it.” He said as his companion, a clean cut, tall African-American, rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. The husky guy took a step toward Tweek, who squeaked again and backed up, his jeans making a rough scraping noise against the sidewalk. The guy looked him up and down. Tweek took a deep breath, feeling heat rise to his cheeks at the scrutiny. “Who dressed you, a blind guy?” Husky-guy added snidely, his gaze lingering on the miss-buttoned buttons on the blonde’s jacket. Tweek’s face flushed brilliantly in embarrassment.

“Leave the kid alone, Clyde.” The black guy said, elbowing his companion in the arm. Tweek made a slight noise of protest at the ‘kid’ comment, but remained otherwise silent. The two in front of him didn’t seem to notice.

“Lighten up, dude, I was just picking.” Husky-guy-Clyde- complained with a pout as the black guy held out a hand to Tweek.

“Hey sorry about him.” He said kindly to the twitchy blond now staring at his hand like it was about to bite him. “He’s an asshole.” He laughed at the indignant ’hey!’ from his friend. “It was our fault. We were probably taking up the whole sidewalk or something, and not looking where we were going.”

Tweek blinked. This guy didn’t seem so bad. At least he wasn’t teasing him like his friend. He took a deep breath and, in a moment of courage (who knew where that guy’s hands had been?) accepted the offer of help and allowed himself to be pulled back up to his feet.

“Ahg! N-no, it’s my fault.” He conceded “I wasn’t looking where I was going anyway!” The guy laughed.

“Let’s just say it was no one’s fault and cut our losses.” He suggested. Tweek gave him a weak smile. “This is Clyde, by the way, and my name’s Token.” He continued, gesturing first to his friend, who’s name Tweek already knew, and then to himself. “I’ve never seen you in town before. You new?” Tweek nodded.

“Yeah…Ngh! We -my parents and I- just got here today.” He said, bending down to pick up his new discarded coffee cup and throw it in a nearby trash can.

“Hey dude, sorry about your coffee.” Clyde told him, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets and flashing him an amiable smile. Tweek shrugged indifferently, though he was already making plans to go and get himself some more.

“I can always go and get myself another cup.” he said tightly. He didn’t really care much for this Craig Guy, though he usually tried not to go by first impressions. He felt his eye twitch randomly a couple of times. The two in front of him glanced at each other.

“You…ok?” Token asked unsurely, giving him an odd look. Tweek blinked.

“Ahg! Yeah.” He said, puzzled.

“You sure, kid? Cuse it looks like you’ve got a bit of a tick…” Tweek’s eyes widened in panic.

“WHAT?!” He shrieked. “Like the bug?! Oh sweet Jesus get it off of me!” He began to wildly bat at his clothes and hair while the other two looked on with alarm. “I’m going to get lime disease! I’m going to die a horrible, painful death!” By now he was attracting quite a crowd of curious onlookers and Token and Clyde looked like they were considering calling the police…or the loony bin.

“No, No! I meant like, your eye is twitching!” Token corrected himself, his voice alarmed. Tweek paused.

“Ahg! Well, why didn’t you just say so?” he squeaked, embarrassed. “That happens all the t-time.”

“……..Oh.” Token looked, for the most part, at a loss for words.

“Well, we’ll catch you around then, kid.” Clyde added as both he and Token edged around him and hurried off. Tweek sighed, translating those words into the way he was sure they had actually been meant.

Yeah, Tweek had a slight problem making friends. He weirded most people out with his paranoia and tweaking. It was just something he was used to. He figured he would have more friends if he made it known that his family was, in all actuality, loaded, but most people didn’t make the connection between the little twitching weirdo and the infamous Tweak family that had pretty much monopolized the coffee market. He didn’t bother to help with the analogy. He just didn’t see the point. After all, they would only be tolerating him, not likeing him, right? Or did he just watch to many meaningful cartoons with life lessons hidden not-so-cleverly in the plot line?

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he shuffled down the street, looking for a coffee shop. When he found one, he was kind of amused and slightly sickened to see that it was a branch of Tweak Bros. and that it seemed to be one of the busiest shops in the square.

The house wasn’t the only large thing his family had inherited, he soon learned. The house it’s self sat on a large piece of property overlooking a nearby river. The way his mother had explained it to him (as he had been trailing her constantly around the house as she cleaned and unpacked), The house and property had been in her family for years, dating back to the eighteen hundreds, even. She added, however, that she was going by word of mouth only, as she had yet to find the time to do any kind of research on the matter.

“Tweek, dear, if you’re so interested, why don’t you go look yourself? It’s a lovely day outside after all.” She said finally, exasperated, after he had tread on her foot for the third time. He flinched away at her tone, and her face immediately turned apologetic.

“Dear, you’re jumpier than usual, and all things considered, that just can’t be good for you…or for me.” She added the last part under her breath, but he heard her anyway. He flinched again, feeling guilty. She didn’t seem to notice and continued, pushing him gently down the hall and out of the kitchen, where she had been arranging pots and pans. “Some fresh air will do you some good.” They reached the back door, which Tweek hadn’t actually known about before. His mother leaned around him and opened the ornate, light blue and white painted door, effectively cutting off his escape routs without being obvious about it.

He had to give her points for knowing him well enough to plan ahead like that.

“Now, you run along.” She told him, pushing open the storm door for him as well and placing a hand on his back firmly. “I’ll have dinner ready around six thirty, so come back a few minuets before so you can wash up, ok? And don’t get lost.”

“Lost?! Oh sweet Jesus, I could get lost out there?!” He yelped, craning his neck back as far as possible to look at her. She winced at her word slip. His eyes were wider than usual, the dark circles under them standing out starkly as his perpetually pale face drained of any color it might have possessed. His lower lip trembled.

“Well, the property is large, but it’s mostly fields, so you’ll be able to see the house at all times, anyway.” She amended. “Just don’t go to far into the trees and you’ll be fine. No go.” and, that said, she gave him one final, firm shove out the door.

Tweek stood for a moment, swallowing a brief wave of panic, forcing himself to stand still and not go running back for the door. His mother had a lot of work to do, and he was sure that he was just getting in the way. He had a habit of doing that.

He shivered in the cold Colorado air, thankful that he hadn’t removed his heavy coat when they had arrived at the house. With his almost nonexistent body mass, he was sure it wouldn’t be hard for him to catch phenomena or something and die. He was used to the slightly warmer, less snowy climate of Denver, after all.

He glanced back at the house. Through the small box window over looking the sink, he watched his father slip up behind his mother, wrapping his arms around her waist. She giggled soundlessly, turning halfway in his father’s arms and batting at his shoulders. It was like watching some strange pantomime, this silent play going on before him, and for a moment he could only watch as his mother and father leaned in together and kissed.

Then he snapped out of it and decided that the really didn’t want to watch whatever they were going to do next. Stuffing his hands into his pocket to keep them warm, he headed off the porch, making up his mind to head down to the small town at the bottom of the large, swooping hill the house was perched on.

South Park, he believed was the name.

He’d never heard of it before, but, compared to Denver, it promised to be small, quiet, and all around dull. </lj-cut>

Chapter two: Room

Author: AYAotD

Date: 10/2/07

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The entrance hall was huge.

No, it was huger than huge; it was monstrous! The inside of the house seemed to be paneled completely in a dark, rich, red-brown wood his father identified as mahogany, while the wooden furniture had a more reddish cast to them. They were made of cherry wood, he was told. The Persian rug on the floor was primarily a dark forest green with swirls and exotic patterns of gold and scarlet woven intricately into it. Tweek stood on the stoop, looking through the door which, he thought, had to be more than wide enough for them to drive their car through. The ceiling it’s self was high enough to give him vertigo.

It was very big, and very cold. Actually, Tweek personally thought it was colder on the inside than the outside could have ever hoped to be.

“Come along Tweek.” His mother called to him from the next room. Stepping cautiously through the cavernous mouth of an entrance, he shuffled through the hall and into the large, open foyer. The petit young woman was already halfway up the massive flight of stairs at the other end of the room, headed up to the second floor. Tweek hurried after her as fast as his heavy bag would let him, his sneakers making soft shwuffing noises against the thick scarlet carpet. Every few steps or so, the brown suitcase would knock against his leg with gentle slapping noises. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, he took a moment to look up the three flights.

The house was truly large, with three floors, a basement and an attic. It was why his parents had immediately jumped at the chance to use the place as a summer home. Lots of storage and, lets face it, when you live in a large, gorgeous (no matter how much fixing up it needs) old house that you didn’t have to pay a dime for, it really does make you feel…special, to put it mildly.

Godlike, to put it accurately.

Unless you were Tweek, of course.

Tweek was uneasy and vaguely depressed.

“And here is your room, dear.” His mother chimed, opening the heavy wooden door to the immediate left of the second story landing. She and her husband had already been to the house several times, mostly to evaluate the property and sort out some legal issues with the other relatives who had been left trinkets and other items in the old woman’s will. Tweek was slightly annoyed with the fact that they had picked his room for him, without him even being there, but he didn’t argue. It was just a room, after all, and he wasn’t planning on staying in the creepy, large, potentially dangerous old house any longer than he absolutely had to.

He dropped his bags to the hardwood floor with a solid thunk! It really was a nice room, he had to admit grudgingly. It had a large window that faced out into the front yard, giving him an excellent view of the long white gravel drive, lined with tall, looming cedar trees and the lush green lawn. The room it’s self was all in dark stained wood, some kind of walnut, maybe, if he had to guess. Bookshelves lined one wall above an old-fashioned hardwood desk of the same color and material as the floor and walls. On the opposite wall was a large four-poster bed, also old-fashioned and complete with drapes and comforter in a rich, scarlet red. Not exactly the most comforting of colors, he noted wrily. If anything, it made him feel like he should stand up straighter.

“Mom-” He stared, turning around, only to find himself alone in the room. He let out a startled squeak, nearly tripping over his luggage in his attempt to get out of the room.

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Chapter one: New Home

Author: AYAotD

Date: 10/2/07

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Tweek wouldn’t call himself a coward, per say. He just had a strong sense of self preservation.

Well, ok, that, and he was kind of paranoid.

Alright, fine! He was very paranoid, but what’s the point in splitting hairs?

He was also a firm believer in Murphy’s Law. If it can go wrong, it will go wrong, and there wasn’t anything you could do about it, that was his life’s motto.

Not that his family had had bad luck by any means, of course. After all, they were the owners of one of the largest coffee chains in the country. They had plenty of money to spare, and, as the icing on the cake, an old aunt or something had just kicked the bucket and left her entire estate to her closest relatives (in the biological sense of the word.)

In other words, them.

No, Tweek’s life was anything but bad. In fact, most people would have killed to have his life. But Tweek was Tweek. He was jittery and completely untrusting of anyone, everyone and anything.

Which is why his parents’ new summer home was just not as exciting for him as it seemed to be for his mom and dad.

“Just look at it dear!” His mother exclaimed, her soft voice brimming with pride as she strode up next to him on the curving front walk. He stood there, silent and grim faced, twitching habitually every few seconds, looking up at the house distrustfully. It was a nice house, that much he had to admit, a beautiful, sprawling Victorian mansion. But it was so…so….

“Big.” He said simply. “It’s-ngh- really big.” He glanced over at her beaming face. “What if we get lost?” If they got lost in there, it could be days until they were found. They could starve to death. Just the thought made him sick. He shifted his grip on the rather large suitcases in each hand, the leather handles sliding annoyingly in his sweaty grip.

His mother laughed in her soft, calm way and shook her head.

“Oh Tweek, it’s not that big.” She chimed a bit patronizingly as she pulled a bag of her own from the trunk of the family Suburban. “It would only take you a few hours to explore it all.” Her son silently disagreed. Anything was possible. What if one of them got locked in the attic or something with no key and no one heard their screams for help?

“Well, come on son, don’t just stand there gawking at it.” His father intoned, pushing past him with an arm load of bags that should logically have blocked everything in front of him from his view. “Help us move some of this stuff inside before it gets dark.”

Tweek made a face and hefted his bags once again to keep them from slipping. He stood still for a few more seconds, casting another unsettled look up at what was to be his new home for the next two and a half months. The place just didn’t have a good vibe to it. Not like their own house. Not like some of the other houses they had been in. This one…

…This one felt like it was giving him the same look he was giving it, only quite a bit more menacingly. He didn’t like the feeling.

Not one little bit.

It didn’t help that the place looked like it was straight out of a horror film, with the peeling white paint, broken shutters, curtained windows and an empty, hungry look.

“Tweek! Come on, while we’re still young!”

Taking a deep breath and squaring his narrow, quaking shoulders, Tweek Tweak headed down the drive to the large wrap around porch, praying to whatever God happened to be listening in at the time that he was just being paranoid, as usual, and that the sneaking, cold feeling in his gut that usually meant that something was going to go horribly wrong was once again all in his head.

Chapter Six: Parents

Author: AYAotD

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