Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Disquietude.

'Tweek... Get up..!'

Distorted words begged of him between the world fading in and out of darkness.

'Tweek... Wake up...! Tweek...!'

Shadows above him slipped in and out of focus. He recognised moments of touches and nudges but his body was numbing with every second that ticked by.

'Tweek... Don't... Just... Get up..!'

'Help... Move... We need to...'

'Stay with me, Tweek.' The clearest words of all.

But he felt his eyes roll back in his skull. And it went silent.

...

Pain.

Coursing through every fibre of his being as consciousness began to return. The darkness faded as eyes tried their best to blink awake. The metallic taste filling his mouth once more.

'Tweek?'

His hearing still distorted, the imp jumped at the noise.

'Tweek!'

Something touched his arm. Sore muscles tensed. Panic flooding his being.

'Nehhhhuuuuuuuh!' A mangled voice left the sore lungs of the imp. Throwing himself bolt upright from where he rested, arms thrashing in front of him to keep his imaginary foe at bay.

'It's me! Calm down!'

However, the grip of the other persisted - grabbing onto his flailing arms every time he got away from them. The Imp continued to growl and expel incoherent words as he struggled against the other but finally his muffled and ringing hearing began to clear.

'It's okay! It's okay...' Nasally voice attempted to be as calming as possible. 'You're okay.' The males voice assured, Tweek's jolting limbs finally easing off as he recognised that tone. Eventually he stopped his attacks.

Sitting quietly for a moment, his body shaking, the imp bowed his head. Biting his lips to try and stop them quivering, he simply had no hope of hiding his distraught self as the tears began to stain his cheeks. 'C-Craig?' His voice cracked, pain behind his stutter.

'Mhm... You're safe now, Tweek.' The voice replied.

Without hesitation, the blond let his frame fall into the other - blood stained hands grasping onto their form and hugging them tightly.

Craig, who'd be sat over the Imp while he recovered upon the bed of his spare room, allowed Tweek to grasp whatever hold he needed before letting his own arms drape the imps gangly frame. Shaking coursed through the entirety of the imps body as he gripped onto the pastor for dear life.

'WAAAAH!' A sniffly cry expelled from Tweek's throat, while rubbing his tears into Craig's shirt, before rocking himself back and forth lightly. 'I fucked up... I failed... I couldn't do it... Oh Jesus! What happened?! But you're okay!' The words left his lips rapidly at first but he managed to whisper out the next part in a breathier tone. 'You're okay...' His grip lightening, tear stained Imp tilted his head up at the pastor.

'I'm okay.' The nasally voice returned with a slow nod, 'We didn't fail, alright? He's - Umm, Butters' is gone. Just calm down. Breathe, Tweek...' He tried to sound as calming as humanly possible with his tone of voice but at least Tweek could sense he was being genuine.

Huffing in a breath finally, the imp let out a shaky exhale before releasing his grip upon his pastor. Moving hurt but he tried to ease himself back into the bed as steadily as possible, avoiding jarring himself anymore. He mentally noted the deep crimson that stained his shirt and pants, torn and beyond repair in places. Things were taking their time to heal too, his nose especially - still clogged with dried blood and twisted bridge.  The blond let out one more sigh then allowed his distressed body to settle back into the mattress. 'I haven't hurt this much in a long time, Craig... Ergh... I'm just gonna lay a bit more.'