Ghost park

Chapter 11

Third person POV lol

The blonde lay staring at the cracking ceiling of hells accommodation. He had abandoned the idea of sleep a while ago as the anxiety churned in his stomach.

He twisted around in bed letting out a muffled "ngh" as he tried to pull the covers over his shivering feet. The days events were playing through Tweek Tweaks head, tormenting him and warding off any possibility of sleep.

The blonde sighed in exasperation as he shuffled his way out of the bed. He creeked the door open and peered down the hallway. He looked at Craig's door, blue light spilling out the cracks underneath it. He resisted the urge to hop into bed with him, knowing it would likely startle him awake, and he instead surrendered to his own room to retrieve his jacket and shoes.

The warm air hit his face as he quietly opened the door, creeping out into the night. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the dark red sky. Hell was only dark for around 4 hours (he knew due to the many sleepless nights he'd spend counting the minutes till 'sunrise' or hells pathetic excuse of it anyways) so he was slightly agitated that he was wasting these hours roaming the deserted streets of hell.

His eyes fell on the door of the house that Stan and Kyle resided in but he pushed down the road, not wanting to speak to anyone in that moment. He needed to think. Actually he needed to stop overthinking but with Tweek it's either overthink or extreme paranoia around the situation.

His stomach churned as he walked down the dark streets, eyes fixated on his shoes and the road below him.

Tweeks anxiety had gotten relatively better. He was on medication and in hell's equivalent of therapy, which was basically ranting to Satan or on occasion, Zazul, but adrenaline and paranoia still rushed through his veins at the thought of going back up to earth.

Of course he'd wanted more than anything to be able to spend the afternoon up there, cuddled up to a fire and TV while the cool, clean air rushed past the windows, but the anxiety of being caught up there was tearing him apart.

His feet ached as he finally reached his destination. He sat himself down on a grass patch near Starks Pond and stared at the breathtakingly beautiful sight infront of him. The little light emitting from the sky bounced off the lake, making it shimmer a golden-red colour. The trees around him twisted and turned with their long dark branches stretching across the dark sky. The bark looked as if it had been carved out by clay, with lines and jitters sticking out on all sides.

Tweek had always had an interest in nature, but since arriving in a new place, his love for it grew stronger than he ever imagined.

He pulled the watercolours and notebook from his bag, that he had lazily grabbed as he headed out the door, and he sauntered over to the edge of the water to scoop some of it up into a small cup to use to wet his paints.

He lay on his stomach on the soft grass and painted out the beautiful scenery infront of him. He felt his worries and his anxiety melting away with every slight brush stroke and every splash of water. A beautiful red and orange picture appeared infront of him and he sighed in contempt, watching the paint dry and then moving onto the next area to paint in the details of the water. After only 20 minutes he stared down at the work of art infront of him, frowning slightly, unsatisfied with his work. Setting his paints and notebook aside, he lay back down to stare up at the now brightening red sky.

He could see the souls of the tortured flying above through the trees. He popped his headphones in swiftly and put on some music as he lay there, watching the sky change from a dark red to a lighter one.

His eyes began to get heavy, but unsurprisingly, sleep never came. He felt a rare feeling of utter relaxation running through his body as the harsh voice of Dax David Riggs flew through his headphones.

He jutted up at the sound of a loud snap coming from behind him. Anxiety flowed back into the previously relaxed boys body as he jumped back into reality.

He rapidly turned his head around, his blue and green heterochromic eyes darting around at the trees. He saw green eyes staring back at him and he allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he relaxed at the sight of his sleepy boyfriend dragging his feet towards him groggily.

Tweek let his head fall back onto the ground with a slight thump, slightly aggravated at the unwanted interruption. He opened his eyes to be greeted by the dark skinned boy looking down at him.

"It's 5am tweek" he muttered, plopping himself onto the ground beside the messy haired boy who now anxiously tugged at the collar of his badly buttoned green shirt.
"Sorry Craig, I couldn't sleep. Did I wake you up leaving?" Tweek sighed.
"Nono I woke up because Stan was knocking at our door saying to meet at his at 7. I went to check on you and you weren't there so I assumed you'd came out here again." He replied in his usual monotone voice, though tweek could see a smile tugging at the sides of his mouth.

The dark haired boy rested his head next to Tweek's as he searched to ground with his hand for Tweeks own. After a moment he found it and intwined their fingers together as a force of habit. Tweek pulled one ear plug out, offering it to Craig and was slightly surprised when Craig accepted it and shoved it into his own ear.

Craig didn't really like Tweeks music taste. He grimaced at the sound of Jonathon Davis. Craig usually opted for classical music as it took his mind off of the area he was in. Metal music usually reminded him of the hellhole (literally) they were living in. Tweek, however, was quite contempt being in hell so he appreciated music that reflected the appearance of his new home. He found incoherent screaming somewhat comforting, which immensely confused Craig but he put it aside.

They lay in a comfortable silence, listening to Jon Davis's questionable lyrics about insest and Tweek appreciated the occasional squeeze of his hand from Craig. They lay together in silence for a few minutes before getting up to head towards Stan's to find out what he so urgently needed

AN// rly wanted to write a third person pov abt Tweek and Craig bcs Craig is my fav character ever and I love tweek