•The Curse•

ch. 20

No one's POV

Craig's eyes slowly open as he yawns, groggily rubbing his eyes as he sits up on the bed. It's still dark, the only light coming from a sliver of pale moonlight streaming through the cell window.

He glances around, seeing Tweek asleep next to him, the sound of soft snoring coming from his open mouth.

Craig smiles faintly, glad that Tweek is finally asleep. The poor guy needs all the rest he can get.

He lies back down, feeling a pang of discomfort as he tries to get comfortable on the hard mattress. He's not used to sleeping in such a cramped and uncomfortable space.

He closes his eyes, trying to sleep again, but his mind keeps wandering. He's thinking about everything that's happened, about the fact that they're stuck here for 12 years, about Tweek and Molly and how they're going to survive in this place for such a long time.

Craig's thoughts swirl in his head, keeping him awake and restless. He tosses and turns on the bed, feeling increasingly frustrated and exhausted

Unable to sleep, Craig moves closer to Tweek, gently wrapping his arms around him. He buries his face in Tweek's soft hair, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth from the physical contact.

Craig breathes deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of shampoo and skin. It's soothing in a way, reminding him of all the times they've spent together.

He feels Tweek stir in his sleep, shifting in his arms. For a moment, Craig thinks he's woken him up, but then Tweek just sighs and settles back against him, snuggling deeper into the embrace.

Craig smiles again, his heart swelling a little at the sight of Tweek so relaxed and at peace in his arms. It's rare to see him like this, not all wired and twitchy and paranoid.

He tightens his hold on Tweek, protective and possessive at the same time.

He knows it's probably not the best idea to get too attached to Tweek, not in this place, but he can't help it. Tweek means a lot to him, more than he wants to admit.

Craig closes his eyes again, finally feeling a sense of calm washing over him. With Tweek in his arms, he feels a little less alone, a little less hopeless.

Molly: "Okay, that's enough, you two! Stop the music!"

Craig's eyes snap open at the sound of Molly's voice, jolting him out of his reverie. He sits up in bed, letting go of Tweek and looking over at Molly, who's standing in her cell across from tweek and Craig's cell

Craig: "What the hell, Molly? I was asleep."

His voice is rough from sleep, irritation laced through every word. He doesn't appreciate being woken up in the middle of the night, especially by Molly's rude interruption.

Tweek groans as he blearily opens his eyes, looking around in confusion. He's clearly not quite awake yet, still caught in the fuzzy after-effects of sleep.

He looks over at Craig and then at Molly, blinking owlishly in the dim light.

Tweek: "What's going on?"

His voice is groggy and disoriented, still half-asleep.

Craig: "Molly woke us up. Can you believe it?"

Molly: "Shut up. I only woke you guys up for a reason."

Craig rolls his eyes, still grumpy at being woken up.

Craig: "And what's the reason for that, huh? Better be good."

Molly: "We're gonna escape."

Craig's ears perk up at that, instantly wide awake.