Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Tribulation.

Some hours had passed, time was creeping well into the early hours now and the imp stifled a hushed yawn.

Quietly observing, Tweek noted the strangeness of humanity once more as Craig and Kenny now exchanged words civilly; discussing Kenny's revelation, what he had done, how he'd become this 'Acolyte', how he'd earnt his wings..? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... The conversation just seemed to merge into one with Tweeks discontent and exhaustion.

With both somewhat enthralled in their discussions, the imp took his chance to slip away and slink away upstairs. His body yearned for rest, especially as he was sporting yet another wound. So, he quietly retired to the spare bedroom once more.

Clicking the door shut, the imps weight shifted against the door before his legs buckled underneath him - slipping down into a heap upon the carpet. Thoughts and emotion had got the better of him - so his head found his hands.

Somewhere between over emotional wreck and exhaustion, the imp had sunk into an unconsciousness. The body dozing but the mind still racing. Amongst the complex world and new characters he was meeting and dealing with, some easier than others, Tweek mentally fought with himself and the lack of knowledge he had of himself. All his existence, up until this point, was; pain, torment, screams and fire. There wasn't much chance to think or feel anything else. Now, for the first time that he could recall, complex thoughts and emotions ruled his mind amongst a longing to know whom he was before.

As his thoughts began to dull, his body numbing and the darkness finally settling in - a voice called his name over and over, it felt distant but soft and familiar. Dreaming head rocked side to side where he lay slumped, as if searching for the direction. The voice grew louder, more womanly in tone, while it beckoned his name again and again.

'Tweek..? Tweek...? Tweek...?' For a moment, he felt soothed as the voice grew closer. It felt so familiar, but it was difficult to place a face to the sound. 'Tweek? Tweek?' Now the words were closer together, more hurried and still growing in noise. 'Tweek! Tweek! Tweek!!' The voices panic grew, like they were calling for someone lost. 'Tweek!!' It turned to screams.

'Tweek?!'

Blue eyes snapped open, his shoulder was being repeatedly shaken - causing his muscles to wake once more. His reality had stepped back into the plain decor of Craig's spare room. Stood above him was the pastor, now alone.

'Uh...' He groaned, trying to shake the exhaustion from his core. He was still on the floor, his back and legs felt numb from the awkward way in which he slept.

'Dude... What are you doing on the floor?' A quizzed and concerned look was etched upon Craig's face before aiding him to his feet. As feeling began to return to his conscious form, as too did the pain. Through gritted teeth, the imp allowed the pastor to guide him to the bed and help settle him upon it.

'I-I don't remember...' Tweek finally answered, fingers clawing into his own knee as he tried to ride out the fresh pain that waved through either side of his middle. He mentally cursed the sandy haired bastard that did this. 'I think... I passed out..?'

'You don't look good...' Craig was right, he didn't. The pale and clammy face of Tweek huffed in agreement

'No... I don't... Pretty pathetic imp, right?' He eased himself a little further into the bed, allowing the pastor to take a place beside him. 'Is... Is he gone?'

'No, I wouldn't say that. Maybe next time, just let the drunk guy fall.' Craig's features refused to crack, but his gaze was assuring. 'Yeah, Kenny's gone. I think I've lost what little trust I had in this town because fucking anyone could be something other worldly now.'