Yandere South Park x reader one shots

I'm Not An Addict!

This is based off of my realization that  Tweek is a meth addict. Tweek x male! Tucker! reader, because he's gay. 

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____'s P.O.V.:

I twirled a small, but long, piece of silky black hair around my pale finger, waiting for Tweek to come out of the back of the small coffeehouse. Kyle, who was sitting at a nearby with Stan, kept casting glances my way and whispering to Stan. Finally, he got up and went up to me.
"Hey, you're Craig's brother, right? ____?"
"Yeah, th-that's me. Wait, are you going to hurt me!"
"No, no. Just listen. Do you know why Craig dumped Tweek?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "N-No, why? Di he d-do something?"
Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah... Have you heard of meth?"

I rolled my hazel eyes. I'm not stupid, of course I know! 

(A\N: In case I get blasted for the hazel eyes, canonically, Craig has hazel eyes, not blue. I spent my week playing The Fractured but Whole and got the Creek Ultimate. Try and say I'm wrong. I'll even provide the link.

Here:)

"Yeah, why? Is it important?"
Kyle sighed and said, "There are zero gentle ways to put this. Tweek is a meth head, and he might hurt you."
I was shocked and upset. I could feel tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. There was absolutely no way that was true! I gripped my hair, fear wrapping his cold fingers around my heart. My heart sunk as I realized Kyle was right. All the signs. So obvious. 

The intense twitching.

The offset priorities.

The dry, cracked lips that nearly cut mine, they were so chapped.

His temper getting out of hand.

It had scared me so badly, I wanted to tell someone, but didn't. 

Kyle wiped my tears away with his sleeve. "Tha-Thank you for le-letting me know, Ky-Kyle."
"Of course."

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Third Person:

 "P-Please just listen t-to me, Twe-Twee-"
"Do not, 'just listen' me, you worthless piece of garbage!"

____'s cheeks were wet with tears. He was tensed up and scared. Tweek was shouting, so angry he wasn't even stuttering. ____ finally shouted, "I know you're a meth head!"
Tweek narrowed his blue-green slurries of eyes. "What. Did you say about me?"
"Oh, i-it was just a ru-rumor I-I heard floating around a-at sch-school. O-Oh, p-please don't be mad!"
Tweek clenched his fists. Anger settled into his features, and ____ felt regret at what he said. "No, no! Please, I'm sorr- AGH!"

Tweek slapped ____ with everything he had. ____'s eyes teared up as he felt his cheek swell up, and Tweek calmed down. "Oh, love, I'm sorry."
He reached out a hand, and ____ flinched. "I-I'm going t-to my hou-house. I-I can't stay wi-with you anymore. We're done."

____ walked home. He walked up to his front door and gently knocked on the door. Craig opened the door, his usual careless face immediately getting replaced with rage. "Who did it!" he demanded. "I need to know!"
"Twe-Tweek... He hit me, a-and tried to kill me a few days ago..."
"How!"
"He put poison in my food, and drugs inside my water."
"Oh my God. A certain junkie is going to die today."

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Tweek sat on his couch, fingers tangled in his dirty blonde hair. All of his mistakes circled through his head on a loop; he felt like a broken record. He wanted ____ so badly, now that he was gone. He felt addicted. ____'s perfect skin, eyes, hair... Gone, because of abuse. It wasn't fair that Craig got to keep ____ to himself!

No, that was selfish.
It needed to be...
Punished.

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Tweek unlocked the front door of ____'s house, gently shutting the door behind himself. Craig, who happened to be in the kitchen eating cereal, gasped. Tweek smashed his meth pipe on the counter and stabbed Craig in the jugular. Craig gasped for air like a dying fish, falling to his knees and clawing at the glass in his neck. Tweek smirked as Craig's hazel (fuck you, they aren't blue) eyes went glassy, like two marbles. He nudged Craig's corpse with the toe of his ratty, black boot. 'Yep, he's dead.'

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID YOU DO!"
____ stood on the last step on the stair case, fists clenched and knuckles white. His normally pale complexion was flushed in utter rage. "Do what?" Tweek said, smugly.
"YOU KILLED MY BROTHER YOU FUCKING TWEAKER!"
"Oh, him. Why do you care about him anyway?"
"BECAUSE HE IS MY BROTHER YOU ABSOLUTE DUMPSTER FIRE OF A HUMAN BEING!"
Tweek didn't like being talked to like this. He didn't want to be disrespected like this. So, he did the only logical thing to do.
He charged forward, weapon aimed at _____'s throat. Unfortunately, he forgot ____ carried a switchblade, which he flicked out and pointed at Tweek's liver. ____ quickly turned and ran up the stairs to his room, Tweek hot on his heels. He hit the wall and nicked his cheek with his own switchblade, allowing his potential captor to get closer and grasp at his pajama shirt. ____ finally reached his room, and turned around, switchblade held in front of his body. He slipped into his room, snatching his phone from the nightstand and calling 911 while holding the doorknob.

"911, what's your emergency?"
"I have a murderer in my house. He stabbed my brother with a smashed meth pipe, and is trying to get through my bedroom door."
"Okay what's your address?"
"Uh, my house is tanned... tan?"
"Alright, we'll be there soon."

____ tossed his phone to the other side of the room, suddenly realizing he let go of the door handle. Too late. Tweek tried to smash his weapon over ____'s head, but he ducked and army rolled away. Tweek ended up smashing the pipe on the nightstand. That pissed. Him. Off.

"AGHH! STAY ST-STILL, DAMN IT!"
____ stabbed his switchblade into Tweek's knee, making him scream and try to disarm ____. There was a commotion at the front door and footsteps up the stairs. This distracted ____ long enough to allow Tweek to take the switchblade and stab ____ in the heart, then pull down.
____ gasped, blood dripping down his chin. Tweek smirked and pulled out the blade, stabbing himself in the chest.

The police saw them die just as they opened the door. Two bodies in a single pool of blood, one with an olive green button-up and laying on top of ____'s body, like he had tried to force ____ to exhale every puff of air in his lungs. And from the looks of it, he succeeded.