Craig's point of view.
I looked the blonde right in his bright green eyes. He looked panicked, as if me going with him could magically make him fuck something up.
"You -GAH- y-you can't!" The spaz yelled frantically.
"I can. And I will."
"You're g-gonna be disappointed -GAH-"
"I'll know who my idol is. I think I'll be fine."
"O-ok but you-ACK- can't tell anyone!"
"Like I would."
~~~~~<(^-^)>~~~~~
We were walking from his house to the baby goth's, walking. He suddenly turned and went up a gravel driveway, leading up to a house. He knocked on the garage door and crossed his arms, tapping his foot and twitching every now and then.
It was kind of..... cute? He was biting his lip slightly and his eyebrows were furrowed.
Shut up, mind voice. Cute? Really?
Suddenly the door flew open and inside was Firkle, I could hear instruments being tuned.
"Why the fuck is he here," the shortest goth said, sounding pissed.
"He's my project partner. He demanded to -UGH- tag along," Tweek shrugged. "He's been sworn to secrecy."
"Fine." Firkle glared, and let us in.
I got a few glares, the goths mainly, Ike was there too, and he was glaring also.
Tweek started singing, and the rest (except Ike) started playing their instruments.
"You've got me shaking from the way you're talking
My heart is breaking but there's no use crying
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Sticks and stones could break my bones
But anything you say will only fuel my lungs
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death.
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
Everything you say is like music to my ears
You could be the corpse and I could be the killer
If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner
You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer
Everything you say is like music to my, music to my ears
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up.
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death
(Before an audience)
Failure find me
To tie me up now
'Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets
Failure find me
To hang me up now
By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death
What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes
If I had common sense I'd cut myself or curl up and die
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be loved
You pollute the room with a filthy tongue
Watch me choke it down so I can
Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts
If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck
Before an audience of death"
To say I was shocked was an understatement.
This twitchy, anxious, twink-like, coffee-obsessed spaz was my idol!
Tweek was Dumb Twitch.
I think I'm gonna hurl.
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Dumb Twitch -CREEK
FanfictionOk I'm sick and tired of no one giving a Fike about South Park. So I'm writing a Creek. Tweek was the bullied, the target, the Jocks Choice™️. But he was famous, the star, the idol, the lead singer of the goth's band. His stage name? Dumb Twitch. ...
