A disgruntled bus driver visits his doctor complaining about his bloated stomach. As he tells his disturbing story of night-dwellers, feral women and gruesome murder; the doctor begins to suspect this isn't a usual complaint...or patient. "When did your symptoms start?"

Disclaimer If you want to understand this story go and read the first book; His To Play, if you do all of this will make sense. ~~~~ I remember the day. The day it happened. The day that ruined me. The day that Axel died. I haven't seen him ever since then, they won't let me, they won't tell me why and it pisses me off. I miss Axel, all I want is him to be back with me. I want my boyfriend back. I've been going for therapy, but what does that do. Talking about Axel makes it worse, I don't like therapy. I'm on a bunch of pills now too. I take them accordingly, overdosing doesn't seem right. Every time I try do it something stops me, something in the back of my head. They told me he died, I refused to believe them, but with each passing day I feel like it's true. I want Axel back...I'm weak without him...I'm nothing.

Tweek is in high school; The best years of his life. Pfft, yeah right. He has no friends, and his life completely sucks. Tweek's point of view.

"B-ben...." "Y-yes Jeff." I cradled his head in one of my hands and the other was placed on his deep stab wound. Tears fell from my eyes onto his pale face. He chuckled deeply as blood fell from his mouth. "Ben I....I need to tell you s....something...." He slowly reached up and placed his cold hand on my cheek. My hand gripped his wrist not letting go. "What is it Jeff?" More tears fell from my face. I starred into his almost lifeless black eyes. "I love you." His hand dropped onto the floor. I starred at his hand. Then back up at his face. His lifeless eyes starred up at the ceiling. "N-no please Jeff don't go! Please!" I sobbed into his chest. "This can't be happening!" I sobbed. I lifted my head off his chest and kissed his ice cold lips. "I love you too."