Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Dichotomise.

Sigh.

Between thin lips escaped a lingering breath.

Muscles twitched, gradually finding their way back to life.

And green eyes slowly fluttered open once again.

There was nothing.

No sound.

No people.

No objects.

No scenery.

Just white.

Craig Tucker felt like he had received a lifetime of rest and recuperation. His body no longer ached while his mind no longer raced. Even as he lay upon - well, he couldn't tell you if this was even a surface - but it felt as if he was curled up in bed after a long day. The nothingness of where he remained was utterly pleasant.

For the first time in a while, he found smiling easy.

It didn't last for long.

Despite his initial calmfulness upon opening his eyes, it started to dawn on him that he was uncertain about how he got to his place of tranquility or even where this place was. It was simply an endless void of white above, below and around him.

Feet clambered to life, lifting his tall frame back to a standing position. Remaining tall, his head snapped around in every direction in search of some form of life, movement, anything.

Whirling around on the spot over and over again, his emerald gaze finally registered the only touch of colour was upon his own stature. Lifting his one of his arms closer towards him, he realised he was no longer wearing his black over coat but his standard blue baseball jacket. It's coloured faded, some of the stitching frayed - despite its age, it was beloved. His other hand graced his neck, finding that uncomfortable collar gone too. Upon black hair sat lopsidedly his blue chullo hat too, again signs of age and fading marked upon it. His fingers found a grip upon the fabric and pulled it from atop his head - allowing his gaze to wander over it. All of these items were relics, clothes he had grown out of - so how in the hell did they fit him now?

He pressed his nose into the fabric of the hat, inhaling it's familiar smell was comforting amidst his confusion of his current location still. 

'Hello?' He found his voice but wasn't surprised to not hear anything in return. Not even an echo. A displeased huff brushed past his lips in return, his mind could only got to two things after that.

'I'm either dead or in a coma. Both options are pretty shit.' The monotone mumble spoke aloud to himself while his search for anything new ceased. Uncertain of how to proceed, Craig let himself slump back to the floor - is it a floor? - and carefully wedged the hat upon his head once again. Ideas refused to come to him, there was nothing to kick or punch, just an infinity of white around him.

Maybe he'd just go back to enjoying the peace and quiet. With a defeated sigh, he laid back and stared into the nothingness. How long he laid there, well that was unknown too. He tried to occupy his time by counting but it started to become difficult when they numbers started to drift higher into the hundreds.

'Wh-why are you laid there? Ack!'

Despite the lack of emotion etched upon his face, that voice sent Craig's gaze ablaze. Pushing himself forwards and up from where he lay, he found himself met with the blond haired and blue eyed figure knelt before him.

Woah... Craig whispered mentally. He was struggling to comprehend the not-so-impish imp. It wasn't the same guy who he'd come to know over the past few months. Their skin tone was more even, no lingering redness under sunken eyes. Their face fuller, not enough to hide his facial structure but was way more healthy. Clothes clean, though still buttoned up in its unique way, and actually some form on those gangly limbs. His hair was the same, and he still struggled with his twitches. But overall, Tweek looked well - like really well! Like... Perfect?