Just an Angel (TweekxCraig)

The Start

Once again please let my know if there's any grammar or plot mistakes ♥️♥️

Craig stood on the motel roof, three stories up. Tweek had instructed him to wait up there, while he prepared for their journey, whatever that meant. As Craig looked around he realized he had no idea where they were, the only other building in sight was an unnamed gas station, the rest of the space occupied by big open fields. He didn't even know what state they were in, or if they were even in the states. He lets his mind wonder staring at the blissful country side. The boy he had blocked from memory was back, and with it all the beauty and pain he had tried to hide from too.  He remembered the how Tweek would cling on to him at school, and talk for hours and hours about trivial things, like how the birds were robots or how the FBI was tracking their every move, and how he didn't mind one bit. He remembered sneaking out late at night with Tweek, going to Starks pond to stare at the stars all night. He remembered the sparkle Tweek would get in his eyes anytime Craig would let him play with his guinea pig Stripe. He remembered the butterflies that Craig would get every time Tweek would smile. And the tranquil feeling that would wash over Craig every time him and Tweek were alone together. However, he also remembered his mother and father sitting him down, looking in his eyes and telling him that Tweek was in a better place, that he had gone to heaven (boy were they wrong), he remembered seeing Tweek's lifeless body in a casket, and refusing to believe it was real. The sleepless nights praying that he could die too. He remembered how angry the rumours about Tweek's death made him. The town's bully told everyone that he had died from a meth overdose, which earned him a punch in the face from Craig, one of the few things he didn't regret doing in his life.
But Tweek was back now, he was dead sure, but he was here. Craig could actually reach his arm out and touch him.

Craig was so deeply lost in thought he didn't realize that Tweek was standing behind him, until he heard a faint squeaking noise. A distinct squeak that he instantly recognized; Stripe the guinea pig
He whipped around in shock, believing that this whole thing must have been a figment of his imagination, there was no way that Tweek and Stripe had come back from the dead.

Surely enough however when Craig turned around he was faced with Tweek who was absolutely beaming, holding a small white and brown bundle of fluff. He held it out toward Craig who was absolutely in awe, examining the creature.
There was no way this guinea pig was the same one from Craig's youth, she had died years ago. But the more and more he examined her, the more and more he became convinced, she had the exact same fur pattern, the same nasally squeak, the same slight blue discolouration in her left eye. The only thing that was different was now she was enveloped in a light blue aura. Apparently nothing could stay dead anymore.

"She's your spirit guide", Tweek said softly, shaking Craig from his thoughts. He hadn't realized that there were tears flowing from his eyes.
"She's intrinsically tied to you, so if you ever don't know the answer just ask her."
He looked at Craig nervously, hoping for a response, any response, was he mad? Why was he crying? Disobeying death certainly wasn't normal. Anxious questions buzzed through his head.
Craig had no words, no way to communicate his amazement, his awe.
He did the only thing he could think of, put Stripe on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around Tweek, who's whole body stiffened up before hugging back.
The two long lost friends stood there, together for a good while until Tweek interrupted the silence, "Can I show you something cool?". Craig let go, his eyes still red and puffy from crying, and nodded.
Tweek plucked Stripe off of Tweek's shoulder, who only squeaked in response. He put it into Craig's hands, "Now you're gonna repeat after me, 'Sicut crescere imperium voluntatis, quod ego sum tecum, et nemo est qui mecum."

".Sicut crescere imperium voluntatis, quod ego sum tecum, et nemo est qui mecum.                    ", Craig repeated, the foreign language feeling oddly familiar, as if it was just outside his mind's grasp.
And with that a blinding blue light surrounded him and Stripe.
When it stopped, Craig looked up to see that Stripe had grown to the size of a bear. It was a scene out of Craig's childhood dreams, him riding his royal steed, Stripe, to pick up the beautiful princess, Tweek, and ride them off into the sunset.
Of course the real situation was a lot more outlandish, he was being shown his used to be dead guinea pig could grow to a monstrous size, by his used to be dead best friend, who was now a demon fresh out of hell (whom he was still too scared to admit his feelings too), so that they could go fight off the forces of heaven and hell and save the world from a near certain end. Not to mention he just found out that his blood was blue in magical presence.
But Craig wasn't going to complain, it was a step in the right direction.
Tweek was beaming, his smile making Craig's heart flutter. But little did Craig know hidden by Tweek's joy was pure shock, shock that Craig, a human, beings with no natural magical inclination, had managed to use magic with such ease.

Tweek hopped on the monstrous guinea pig, and without so much as a word pulled Craig up with him.
Stripe let out a sound somewhere in between a squeak and a roar, and with that leaped off the roof.