Craig woke up with the sun staring him straight in the face. He blinked and felt around.
No. He could've sworn he'd just shot himself...
It was all a dream?
He smiled widely, jumping out of bed. "I'm alive!" The 8 year old laughed with joy.
His friend rolled over. "What are you doing?" Clyde smirked.
"I had a dream. You and I were teenagers, and I raped Tweek, and-"
"Woah, maybe you should lay off of the cough syrup..." The brunette muttered, laying a pillow on top of his head.
Craig rolled his eyes, tapping his other friend's shoulder. Tweek twitched and woke up, screaming. "CRAIG!"
"I'm here, Tweek. It's okay." The raven-haired boy hugged his partner tightly.
"I t-thought you were dead..." The blonde wiped his forehead, falling back into the sheets.
"It's fine..."
The two second-graders fell asleep in a hug, no longer trapped inside of their nightmare.
They were finally free to love.
