Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Chimera.

'Tweek... What have you done?'

Still frozen to the spot, the imp stared wide eyed at the shaking pastor appearing from the shadows. Craig appeared just as wide eyed but his features beneath his eared hat screamed fear and confusion upon stumbling across the imp and the dismembered acolyte. Tweeks frantically glanced between Kenny's body, Craig and the note clutched in his hand - too much was happening, his mind had been racing all night and this was the icing on the cake for mind fuckery.

Eventually, he let out a few shaken words.

'No... It wasn't me! I didn't do this! Ack... I just found him like this!' His speech was rapid, trying to deflect the blame. Tweek couldn't understand why his pastor would assume he had any part in killing Kenny, especially when there wasn't an ounce of blood upon his person. 'Y-you think I did this?' He snapped, making a gravelly hum as he watched the Pastor step closer.

'Woah...' Holding his hands up defensively, Craig's form stopped in his tracks. 'I'm sorry but you can't deny that this doesn't look suspicious, Tweek. I woke up and the two of you were gone and then...' A hand pointing at the mangled acolyte before locking eyes with Tweek once more. 'It looks bad...'

'I didn't kill Kenny.' The blonds' brow and nose screwed up, displaying a look of disgust at the pastors conclusive jump. Was every bad thing that occurred in the pastors path going to come with a sense of doubt or a question of his own involvement?

Shaking his head in return, Craig's form took a step forward. 'Okay but whatever it is that did this - I kinda don't want to run into it.' On his next step forward, a pale skinned hand extended out towards the Imp for him to take. 'Let's get outta here.'

Blue eyes dropped to the hand held out before him, debating whether to grasp ahold and not look back. However, the Imps gaze fluttered back to meet that deep green stare  - and something about it froze him to the spot. Tweek continued to silently observe Craig, he couldn't place his finger on it but in no way did this scene feel natural. Something just didn't sit right. The way Craig was acting - now there was much more expression that came with his monotone words, same with his movements - Craig never moved this much when it came to explaining anything. His eye contact too, Craig rarely held a gaze for more than a few moments - right now his stare was boring into what was left of the Imps soul. The eerie silence was beginning to grow more and more uncomfortable by the second to which the imp found his throat trying its best to produce some sort of contorted noise while the corner of his mouth twitched. He was growing more and more anxious by the moment, his body starting to shake with the emotion.

'Ack! I think-' The imp began to splutter out, not reaching for the extended offer. Instead his own twitchy gaze looked past the pastors figure before him, for a moment they stared wide eyed - his attention caught by something in the distance but then darted back to Craig's form who had edged closer to the imp. 'I think we should stay and find out more!' He blurted out as fast and loudly as he could, his whole body began to jitter.

'Don't be stupid, Tweek. We have got to g-'

Thud. Crack.

...

The slumped body of Craig Tucker began to show signs of consciousness once again; his chin dropping to his chest while his arms slowly crept their way around his torso - hugging himself tightly to try and fend off the shivers and shakes. Sadly to no avail. His limbs felt heavy while his eyes struggled to stay open due to the pounding headache he was enduring. Whatever happened, he couldn't recall, didn't matter now - if he at least gets his body moving and the blood circulating again, he'd be a dead man.

'F-f-fuck...' Craig stuttered through chattering teeth, trying his best to push himself up despite his frozen joints. Using the tree to steady him, his bare fingers scratched at the bark of the trunk to search for some grip - however they had little to no feeling. His efforts paid off, a hand clung to the tree trunk while the other arm remained wrapped around himself tightly. Blinking through the snowflakes wafting down from the sky, he was certain that he was now alone.