Tomorrow's Today {A Creek Fanfiction} |COMPLETE|

-Alternative Ending-

The soft clicking of heels ricocheted off the linoleum floors. A woman in white was the source of this obnoxious noise; a silver tray rested lazily in her arms.

The sun-like lights made the hallways a more blinding white. Occasionally, pictures of older men hung on the walls. Each of them possessed dark circles underneath their dull eyes and a white coat. Their lifeless gazes stared down at whoever dared to walk in these corridors. These pictures were the doctors of this hellish building. The groans of the ones inside the structure echoed out; like a caged animal whom seemed to be in severe pain. 

Miss Westbay--the nurse--made her way down the unusually quiet hallways. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, as the lights seemed to bring out the honey tones of her normally pale skin. Shivers went down her back whenever she entered this building. The constant alarms inside her head always blasted out like a car siren.

Once she reached a certain door, Miss Westbay used her free hand to open it. Almost as soon as she did, she spotted a certain boy sitting by the large window. The yellow-hued rays shone through the window and rested onto the dense floors beneath the boy in the rocking chair. The sunlight was so crisp, so vibrant, that small dust particles could be seen floating nearby. As for this boy himself, his posture was slightly slouched, as he made no acknowledgment to the woman by the door. The chair he rested in swayed slightly, almost as if a gentle breeze was pushing it like a swing. In better words, the sunlight made the room seem more heavenly, and unlike the other unkempt rooms inside the building.

"Mr. Tucker?" Miss Westbay said, walking over to the young man's side. She kneeled down slightly, setting down the light silver tray. The cup that laid on it made a small rattling sound.

Craig hummed in response, fiddling with a loose string on his shirt. His hazel gaze averted away from Miss Westbay. Although he was slightly fond of the girl, it didn't mean that he necessarily liked her. She always nagged a lot, was slightly ditzy, and always felt the need to converse with him. In other words; Craig thought of her as a bitch.

Miss Westbay dusted off her beige white shirt, and stood up. "You have another visitor today, they'll be here any minute." She said with a smile, taking the boy's hand and placing something inside of it. She then turned on her heel, opened the door, and finally, left it cracked open behind her.

It wasn't even about ten minutes later until the said door opened. Quiet chatter erupted behind Craig, as a pair of slightly meaty hands covered over Craig's eyes.

"Heey, Craig," A voice similar to his own singsonged. By the tone of it, he could tell a smile was implanted onto their face.

With a sigh, he responded; "Hey, Clyde."

Clyde took his hands away from Craig's face, stepping back a bit. Soon enough, Token joined at Craig's side. "So, how's it going?" He asked.

Craig shrugged. "I don't know." He replied plainly.

The room was soon submerged into silence. Token and Clyde fumbled with a few things in his room--mostly due to boredom. The uncomfortable atmosphere only grew like a weed; a pesty weed that never went away, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. Craig could tell the other two weren't exactly enjoying their stay this time. Not that it was obvious in their expressions, but rather the way they moved. The way they seemed so tense, so wary. It got to the point where it made Craig himself uncomfortable.

Suddenly, more footsteps erupted outside the door. Soon enough, two more boys--around Craig's age--walked inside. The two were Jimmy and a familiar blonde that always brought a smile onto his face.

"S-s-s-sorry we're l-late you guys." Jimmy apologized trudging over to see what Token and Clyde were doing. The crutches he leaned against clinked together slightly as he walked.

With an, 'agh' noise, Tweek scurred over to Craig's side; dropping a small bag gently onto the table infront of him. The two looked at each other for a split second, but then averted their gazes away quickly. 

"I-I got you something. Jimmy and I both chipped in." Tweek said, his voice slightly shakened with a nervous tone. Hospitals always freaked him out.

Reaching out for the bag, Craig picked it up and place it on his lap. "Uh...thanks." He said, opening it, only to reveal a snowglobe. The small figure inside was in the shape of a rocket. He shook it faintly, as the fake snow inside swarmed everywhere; like the dust particles that overpopulated inside his room. 

"We know how much you like space," Tweek went on, a delighted, small, smile spreaded across his face. "S-so, we thought you'd like this one especially."

Craig gingerly placed the snowglobe onto his windowsill, as a smile spreaded across his face as well. Afterwards, he laid back in his chair and listened to Tweek chatter about random topics--most of which weren't usually the most logical topics. 

Sometimes, he wished that his old world wasn't one of fantasy. If it wasn't for the nurse, he would've stayed in that world--the world where it was just him and Tweek. Sadly, Tweek was like everyone else in his group of friend's. He already had a significant other.

Maybe if he wasn't imagining the whole 'no-tomorrow thing', he would've been able to have cured his schizophrenic actions this entire time.

All of this might've been what actually happened; but in reality, this was all made up in one boy's mind.

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A/N: That's the end of the story! I hope you all enjoyed it, and if you ever want me to make another ship fanfiction, just let me know.

Have a nice day everyone!