In Your Head: South Park

Late Night Fights: Part 2

Tweek sat by the train tracks.
He was freezing but he'd rather freeze than go back home.
Tweek had spent his whole life being afraid and now he was probably going to die the same way.
Just not tonight.
Unless of course hypothermia got to him before the shadow creature did.
He kicked the snow and let out a shaky sigh.
He longed for someone to believe him.
His parents would send him away if he told them about what was going on and Craig, for once, was not much better.
It was hard not having his boyfriend's full support when he needed it most.
"Brrrr," he shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as a chill wind ruffled his clothes and shaggy blonde hair.
Tweek wished he could just have one night where he could cuddle up in his blankets, safe and warm.
Tweek couldn't feel his nose or his toes and his fingers were frozen stiff.
At least if I die from hypothermia, the entity won't get the satisfaction of murdering me.
Even if it is it's fault that I'm out here, freezing my arse off, in the first place.
...
Time seemed to tick by slowly as Tweek sat there in the damp snow. He watched lazily as snowflakes spiraled endlessly from the dark sky.
The blond squinted as a flash of light suddenly beamed over him.
"Oh god. Aliens!" He shrieked, with what little voice he had left in his frigid lungs.
"What the fuck are you doing out here?" Called a shocked voice.
"Hrngh?"
"Tweek, you need to get the fuck inside, right now."
How do the aliens know my name? Tweek wondered.
Wait? That doesn't seem right.
Tweek blinked in confusion.
His already tired mind had grown foggy, focused only on conserving body heat.
"Come here, you idiot," coaxed the voice as the torch light shook around and hands grabbed Tweek and lifted him from the soggy ground.

"Just stay here and be quiet okay? I'll be back in a sec."
Tweek simply nodded in reply.
Kenny tiptoed back into his living room a few minutes later, a navy, hooded jumper draped over one arm.
"Put this on."
Tweek obliged gratefully.
"Thanks man."
Once he had thrown the baggy jumper over his head, Kenny spoke up again.
"Now, tell me, what the fuck you think you were doing sitting in the snow, in your work clothes, by the tracks in my scungy area at this unholy hour?"
Tweek shivered at the word unholy.
Kenny didn't know how right he was.
"What were you doing out there?" Tweek countered.
Kenny's eyelids dropped in exasperation.
"I live here and I was out for a smoke. Stole it from Kev," the teen explained.
"Kev?"
"Kevin. My brother."
"Oh, right. I forgot you had a brother," Tweek admitted.
"For some reason, everyone does," Kenny shrugged. "But I guess he is pretty forgettable. Doesn't really do anything with his life. Just keeps getting into trouble."
"Anyway," Kenny shook his head, "Kevin doesn't matter. What matters is what you are doing here and if you're okay. So please, enlighten me."
"The ghost is back- or hasn't left," Tweek sniffed. "I don't know what to do. It's getting worse."
Kenny frowned.
"Oh, no. That doesnt explain why you were out in the snow though."
"I needed to get away. I just walked until I couldn't anymore."
"Aw Tweek. Why didn't you go to Craig's or call me at least? You could have frozen out there!" Kenny
Tweek shrugged.
Kenny sighed.
"I get why you don't want to go to Craig about this but while he might not believe you, I do and I want to help however I can. In fact, I think I know someone who might be able to help you. She knows all about this kinda stuff."
"R-really?" Tweek perked up.
"Yeah. My friend Henrietta is right into the paranormal," Kenny said.
"Henrietta? You mean that goth chick?" Tweek asked.
"Yeah. Don't worry, she might act all snarky but she's really cool once you get to know her," reassured Kenny.
"Uh- actually- I do know her. Not well but the goths come into the shop for coffee a lot and they actually asked me if I wanted to hang out with them tonight," Tweek explained, awkwardly scratching his head.
"Seriously? Well that's great! They must like you. Its rare that they ever want to talk to anyone outside of their clique. Why dont we go find them now?" Coaxed Kenny.
Tweek furrowed his brow.
"I don't know. Are you sure? What if they don't actually like me?"
Kenny gave him an almost pitying look.
"Tweek, if they didn't like you they wouldn't be talking to you at all," he assured.
"Rrrr...okay," Tweek agreed hesitantly.
"Great," Kenny smiled.