More Than Survive (Creek)

Squip

craig's pov

I stand in the high school bathroom, trying to wash the penis off my backpack. I'll text Tweek to come get me once it's off. 

I hear the door open and shut, "Hey! Don't wash that off." Clyde snarls. I back up and turn the faucet off. 

I start to look through my backpack, "Where my homework?" I whisper to myself, hoping he'll leave me alone. 

"I'm talking to you tall-ass," Clyde yells.

"Why do you even call me that? I'm not that tall." I say, starting to walk to a stall so I can get away from him, and maybe text Tweek. 

"You could be if you weren't hunched over all scared all the time. The only thing more pathetic is the way you're sneaking off to a stall to get away from me." Clyde replies, making me stop in my tracks and turn to him. Busted. "Stalls for girls, you a girl, Craig?" I look at him as he pees. 

"How can you talk to people while you, you know," I ask. 

"Confidence." 

He starts to twitch, kind of like Tweek. Then he starts to mutter something, really creepy. "I just remembered I don't have to pee at all," I say going to the door. 

"Don't move." I freeze, I don't have any clue why. I'm usually really good at just walking away. "You don't remember me in freshman year, do you?" He zips his pants back up and turns to me.

I shake my head no, "You didn't go here freshman year." Clyde pounds the wall, which is kind of scary. But I just can't care anymore, Clyde is weird. 

"I DID! You didn't notice. Nobody did." He looks at me, "I didn't have a boyfriend freshman year, and I was a loser. Just like you are. I was just so suicidal, and I've always had the biggest crush on Kenny." Clyde gets closer to me, "But, then I got a squip." 

"You got quick?" I was a little confused. 

Clyde shakes his head, "No, a squip. You can't find it on the internet, which is why you haven't heard of it. It's from Japan, it a grey little pill, you take it, and it implants in your brain. Then it tells you what to do."

"What? That's not even possible." I respond. 

Clyde furrows his eyebrows, "Shut up tall-ass." Clyde sighs, "Sorry old habits. Look, I apologize for treating you like human garbage all the time. I only did it 'cause my squip said I had to. But now it's saying you're not a bad guy. That you might want a squip of your own. 'Course, if you're not interested..." 

"So, it's like drugs?" I whisper.

Clyde chuckles, "It's better than drugs, Craig."  He moves his eyes back to mine, "Think about it though, you can be late to class, and nobody will care. Because even teachers will love you. You can date anyone you want, too, and you'll have so much to do on the weekends. I got a hookup, this guy that works at payless shoes at south park mall. It's six hundred." 

"Dollars?" 

"It worth it." He starts to exit. 

"Wait aren't you going to wash your hands?" I ask. 

Clyde snickers, "Aw man, Craig. You know what you need? A squip." He then leaves. 

I pull out my phone and call Tweek, oh I can't wait for him to hear about this. Hopefully, he still isn't too upset, about whatever is upsetting him.

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AUTHOURS NOTE: I've started to realise now that I'm writing this, that Craig and Tweek should've probably been switched, and I may rewrite it, but I'll think about it.