Dumb Twitch -CREEK

Chapter 1

Tweek's point of view.

"OK EVERYBODY! I HOPE YOU'VE HAD AN AMAZING TIME TONIGHT! NOW FOR THE LAST—" I pulled away from the microphone and twitched letting out a yelp "—SONG!" I was wearing boxers, a loose button-up, and a tie around my head for this song. Oh, and high heels, which took me forever to learn how to walk in.

The crowd cheered as Mike started playing his bass, Firkle and Pete joined in on their guitars, and Henrietta started playing the drums as I started to sing, pushing my temporarily-dyed black-and- green hair out of my eyes.

"Alright, alright
Alright, alright
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear
No liquor left on the shelf
I should probably introduce myself
You shoulda' seen what I wore
I had a cane and a party hat
I was the king of this hologram
Where there's no such thing as getting out of hand
Memories tend to just pop up
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves
Five-thousand people with designer drugs
Don't think I'll ever get enough (don't think I'll ever get enough)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
It's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright
It's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
What are these footprints?
They don't look very human like
Now I wish that I could find my clothes
Bedsheets and a morning rose
I wanna wake up
Can't even tell if this is a dream
How did we end up in my neighbors pool
Upside down with a perfect view?
Bar to bar at the speed of sound
Fancy feet dancing through this town
Lost my mind in a wedding gown
Don't think I'll ever get it now
(Don't think I'll ever get it now)
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I usually don't fall when I try to stand
I lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirt"
Firkle walked across stage in a skirt.
"But I make these high heels work"
I stuck my leg out, showing of the dark, shiny red heel.
"I've told you time and time again
I'm not as think as you drunk I am
And we all fell down when the sun came up
I think we've had enough
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though
It's a hell of a feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
And most things in between
I roam the city in a shopping cart
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating up
Raise hell and turn it up
Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"
Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time"

As the song finished, the crowd erupted with cheers, a lot of them the word 'encore'.

"Sorry g-guys no encore tonight! It's Sunday, and let's face it, we all need sleep." I pulled the mic away and yelped. "SO GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY, HAVE SWEET NIGHTMARES!"

We walked off stage, the last cheers of the crowd ringing throughout backstage, and went to the backstage place where we hold the meet'n'greet.

I played on my phone until the first few people walked in.

I looked up to see my old 'friends' who became my bullies in middle school, Craig, Token, and Clyde. I smiled a calm, fake smile, although the twitching made it kind of hard to look calm. Me and Firkle were still in our outfits from the last song, and it probably looked pretty dumb.

I cleared my throat and spoke, my voice slightly deeper than usual. "Hello, how are you three?"

Token seemed to be the first to wake out of the sort of trance I had put them in when I spoke. "We're great! School kinda sucks, but it's school. My names Token. This is Craig and—"

He was cut off by Clyde yelling "—AND IM CLYDE!"

"Cool! I'm 'Dumb Twitch' or, at -ACK-least that's what you know me by!" I replied.

"Firkle, Pete, Mike, Henrietta, the school goths, asswipe," Firkle said calmly, flipping them off. Craig returned the "friendly" gesture.

"Can we get a picture?" The ravenette teen asked, his impassive expression not changing, monotone voice only showing a small hint of excitement. 

"Of course! I'd never give up the chance to -GAH- make someone happy! Even if it is just with a picture or an autograph!"

We took a picture and I signed Clyde's phonecase, Token's wallet, and the back of Craig's jacket.

Clyde gave me a hug and they left, and we continued the meet'n'greet.