#or just go lazy and make tweek fucking die while craig is in his own bubble lmao

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Truth or Dare: Coming Out Edition (Chapter 4: Kissing Time)

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A South Park Fanfiction ft. Creek, Style, and Bunny

“Why did we decide to go back to truth or dare again?” Kyle asked. After the cake decorating (the cake actually looked very nice with red and green plaid, despite the mini frosting-fight that Clyde had instigated), they made their way back to the entertainment room. Instead of playing a different game, like Kyle wanted, Kenny had suggested they keep playing Truth or Dare, a suggestion that Clyde took to immediately and wouldn’t shut up about. “Oh, right,” Kyle rolled his eyes, “because Clyde’s a baby.” 

“I am not!” Clyde pouted. “We’ll just pick up where we left off! So it’s your turn to ask someone, Kyle!” 

“I told Kenny to take my turn.” 

“We ended up baking instead,” Kenny replied, shrugging with a lazy grin. “Didn’t want to be rude and keep playing without you two.” 

Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Butters, truth or dare.” 

“Oh, gosh, um,” Butters put his hands to his cheeks, his eyes looking left and right as he debated. “D-dare!” 

Kyle had to think for a moment before deciding, “I dare you to spin around while singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”” 

A few of the boys snickered with laughter, while Butters just hoped he wouldn’t throw up. He felt a little nauseous afterwards, but he kept the game going. 

“Tweek, truth or dare?” 

Tweek tensed up, his leg bouncing nervously. “Um… truth.” 

Butters beamed and clasped his hands together, excitedly asking, “What was your first kiss with Craig like?” 

“Butters, I love you,” Clyde whispered. 

“Gah!” Tweek flushed and covered his face. “That’s p-personal!!” 

“You can use one of your passes if you want, honey,” Craig reminded him, rubbing his back soothingly. 

“Mmm,” Tweek thought about it, glancing down at the three he still had. He wanted to save those for something truly embarrassing. “N-no, I’ll answer it!” He swallowed, feeling everyone’s eyes bore into him. “Oh, god, w-well - it was… a month and a half in, after we started dating for real…” 

~~~~~

4th grade. 

Tweek took a deep breath in, loving the faint smell of burning leaves on this autumn night. He and Craig were in his backyard, sitting by a small campfire with a tent and a telescope set up nearby. He couldn’t believe their parents were cool with this - they were the ones who always joked about “leaving the door open” when they hung out together. Still, he was happy the night was warm, and there wasn’t much wind. 

“I wish everyone would turn their lights off,” Craig grumbled next to him, sitting bent over with his legs crossed and his head slumped in his hands. “I wanna see the stars.” 

Tweek chuckled and fiddled with the blanket in his lap. “We’ll just have to wait awhile, Craig. Maybe even till midnight.” 

“Ugh,” Craig groaned and closed his eyes. “Too long to wait.” 

“Oh my god, Craig.” Tweek laughed and gently pushed at Craig’s knee. “We could go in the tent and just play games for awhile? That’ll pass the time!” 

Craig thought about it for a moment, staring at the fire with that same, emotionless face of his. “Sure. Sounds fun.” 

Tweek insisted they put out the fire before heading into the tent, being worried about starting a house fire, but that didn’t take too much time. Soon they were sitting comfortably in their tent, Craig playing some matching game on his phone while Tweek watched, his head resting on the stoic boy’s shoulder. 

After a few rounds, Craig lowered the phone, muttering, “Hey, Tweek?” 

“Hm?” Tweek lifted his head so he could look at his face. “What is it?” 

Craig hesitated, his voice getting quieter as he glanced away. “Have you thought about… kissing? At all?” 

Tweek tensed up, his head starting to feel like a cloud. He squeaked and held a hand up to his lips. “K… kissing?” 

Craig nodded, lowering his head shyly. His shoulders hunched up as if to hide himself. 

“Oh, god.” Tweek swallowed, pulling his legs up to his chest. He felt lighting forming in his cloudy head, his thoughts all scrambled from the electricity. “W-well, I… yes! Of course I want to try it, b-but it’s so scary! And you’re sharing spit with someone else - isn’t that unsanitary?! I don’t understand how it’s supposed to feel good! Which is why I wanna try it so I can see for myself, but what if I end up getting a horrible disease and dying! Or worse, you end up -!” 

“Tweek,” Craig interrupted, placing a hand in Tweek’s hair to lightly massage his scalp. “Calm the brain. Okay?” 

“Nnngh,” Tweek groaned and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. 

“If it helps,” Craig spoke up again, “Lots of people kiss every day, and they don’t die from it. And…” he cleared his throat, getting quiet again, “I really wanna kiss you.” 

Tweek’s heart leaped up into his throat, lighting shooting out from his brain and sending tingling shocks all the way down his spine. Craig wanted to kiss him! W-well, duh, that was normal! They were dating! But, but they were so young, and their immune systems were still developing, and…! 

“We don’t have to do it tonight,” Craig continued when it seemed Tweek was freaking out again. “But I wanted you to know. So you can think about it.” 

“Craaaiiig,” Tweek whined, covering his face. “J-just, give me…” Craig was being so nice about this, as usual. Setting aside his own wants for Tweek’s comfort, even though he panicked about everything. With all Craig did for him, he should be able to give him a kiss. Besides that, he wanted to kiss him - his brain was just making him freak out, making him hesitate. He was so sick of that! “You know what - no!” he slammed his fists on the ground, staring up at Craig with determination. “I, I want to do it! Screw my brain - I want to kiss you!!” 

Craig’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “You’re… sure?” 

“Yes!!” Tweek got to his knees, scooting close enough to place his hands on Craig’s shoulders. “But, but do it before I change my mind.” 

Craig felt heat pool into his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around Tweek’s waist, his heart pounding in his chest. He really hadn’t expected to actually kiss Tweek tonight, but he was definitely not wasting the opportunity. He sucked in a breath and leaned in, pressing his lips lightly against Tweek’s. His immediate thought was that Tweek really needed to stop biting his lips, but his second thought was: holy shit we’re kissing. Followed by a warmth slowly spreading from his face, down his neck, and settling in the center of his chest. 

When he pulled away, staring into Tweek’s wide, emerald eyes, he said the first thing that was on his mind. “That was nice.” 

Tweek became flustered immediately and buried his face against Craig’s shoulders, his arms curling between them as he tried burying himself against Craig. “It, it was.” Craig’s lips were so warm, and he was so gentle like always. It felt weird at first, his brain making him think of the millions of germs they were sharing, but after pushing that aside… the storm in his brain went away, and he felt… calm. Like how Craig usually made him feel, but more. A happier calm, maybe? He was closer to Craig than ever; he’d pushed aside his stupid fears and was finally able to enjoy something normal and fun. He felt pride blooming in his chest like a late flower, his lips settling into a relaxed smile. 

He loved this. He loved how Craig made him feel more comfortable in his own skin. Not just when they were together, either - all the time. God, just a year ago, he would have probably screamed bloody murder at the idea of him kissing anyone, but now…  

Tweek lifted his head, asking quietly, “Should we try again?” 

Craig didn’t respond - he simply leaned in for another kiss. 

~~~~~

Current time.

“Awwww!” Butters and Clyde both felt like melting after Tweek finished the story. 

Tweek, on the other hand, was shaking and covering his flushed face, even with Craig hugging him close and smoothing his hair back to calm him down. 

“I didn’t know you could be so romantic, Craig,” Token teased, laying on his stomach and supporting his grinning face with his hands. 

“Yeah!” Jimmy snickered. “This changes your wh-whole image!” 

“Shut up,” Craig grumbled, unable to look at anyone right now. 

“You’re so lucky!” Clyde complained, flopping pathetically onto his back. “Both of you!!” 

“Their love shall last throughout the ages,” Kenny prophesied, clasping his hands together as if to pray. 

“Timmy!” He clapped happily in agreement. 

“I can’t wait for the wedding!” Butters chirped. 

“Guys,” Craig cut in, frowning. “Stop. Please.” He shot his eyes back to Tweek before looking at them again, trying to silently bring attention to the fact that Tweek was still curled up and shaking against Craig, his hands pulling tight at his hair. The group fell silent then, feeling a little guilty. Craig just sighed and mumbled something to Tweek, who nodded in response. “I’ll take Tweek’s turn. Kenny, truth or dare.” 

“Dare, baby.” Kenny winked. 

Craig didn’t even have to think. “I dare you to kiss Butters.” 

“Ooooh!” Clyde grinned, sitting back up with the widest grin possible. “Yes! Yes!!” 

“Hold on,” Token held a hand out, being the referee. “For dares involving other people, they have to agree.” 

All attention turned to Kenny and Butters, who were both sitting with a bit more attention. 

“Well,” Kenny started, turning to Butters with a small smile. One of his hands lifted to rub at his neck. “It’s up to you, then.” 

“Oh, geez!” Butters put his hands up to his flushed cheeks. He was smiling, but whether it was out of awkwardness or eagerness, that was up for debate. “Well, I don’t wanna be labeled a coward!” 

Kenny snorted and shook his head. “All right then.” 

Clyde gasped when Kenny went for it. Just a quick brush of their lips, both of their eyes closed as they stayed close for for a few seconds. 

“Wait!!” Clyde scrambled to find his phone. “I want a picture!!” 

“I’ve got you covered,” Craig spoke up, phone in hand. “But I’ll delete it if you don’t leave me the fuck alone with truth or dare tonight.” 

Clyde felt like his soul was escaping his body. “You bastard, you planned this!!” 

“It’s not my fault you lose your phone constantly.” 

The two best friends argued back and forth a bit longer, while Kenny and Butters just smiled at each other. Butters giggled and covered his eyes, while Kenny laughed and poked one of those cute, chubby cheeks of his. 

Stan and Kyle had been watching their friends quite closely and exchanged curious glances, wondering if either of them knew anything about this. They’d talk later. 

“Fellas,” Jimmy spoke up, “let’s keep the game r-rolling, shall we?” 

“Right, right.” Kenny chuckled and finally took his gaze off of Butters. “Kyle, back to you.” 

Kyle narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Hadn’t he just went a few turns ago? “Truth.” 

“Perfect.” Kenny leaned back on his hands, sprawling his long legs out. “Who was the first boy you ever kissed?” 

The circle went silent for the umpteenth time that night, everyone looking at a furious Kyle. 

“Gee, that’s a fucking loaded question, don’t you think?” 

“You already came out to us here,” Kenny shrugged. “Either answer or pass.” 

Kyle just continues glaring at Kenny, ignoring everyone else for right now. “Fuck off. You know it was you.” 

… 

“Holy shit,” Clyde whispered. 

“For real?!” Jimmy’s eyes widened. 

“I’m not surprised,” Token shrugged. 

“When did this happen?” Stan asked, mouth open slightly in amazement. 

“Well, I don’t have to answer that, now do I?” Kyle snapped, not even looking at him. “Jimmy, truth or dare?” 

“Um…” Jimmy didn’t seem to want to get in the middle of this. 

“Kyle,” Stan tried again, reaching for Kyle who just turned away from him. 

“Jimmy, truth or dare?” 

Jimmy chewed at his lip. “Um… da -” 

“Stan and I kissed once!” Butters blurted out. 

“Butters!” Stan yelled, his face turning pale way too fast. “What the fuck!” 

“I, I just didn’t want you and Kyle to be mad at each other again!” 

“I need this story!!” Clyde was shaking his fists up and down in excitement. 

“Everyone, calm down,” Token got to his knees, holding his hands out to try and calm the situation. “We’re getting away from the game.” 

“I wanna h-hear this, too,” Jimmy replied. 

“Same, honestly,” Kenny was looking at Butters with a raised brow, his mouth in a neutral line. 

Butters looked down at the floor, playing with his fingers. “Well, um -“ 

“Don’t you dare say anything!” Stan yelled again, his shoulders shaking, tears at the corner of his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it!”

“Stan,” Kyle held a hand out to him, but Stan slapped it away. 

“I don’t want your pity!” he yelled, closing his eyes. “God, you’re all so fucking obsessed aren’t you!? Can’t a guy just try and figure shit out on his own!” 

“I’m s-sorry, Stan,” Butters mumbled. 

“Well it’s too late for that, isn’t it!” Stan turned on him, tears starting to fall. “What do you guys want to hear? That I’m a fucking mess who doesn’t know if I’m trans or bi or whatever the new thing is!? Because that’s it! Can we move on now! God!” He stood up, wiping furiously at his eyes as he practically ran out of the room. 

Everyone stayed put for a long moment, processing what Stan had just blurted out. The eavesdroppers weren’t that surprised to hear this again, but it was still painful to see a friend break down like that. 

“I’ll,” Kyle started to get up first. “I’m gonna go talk to him.” 

“Wait.” Tweek stood up, not shaking anymore, though his eyes were a bit red. “Let me talk to him.” 

“Tweek,” Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think -”  

“I know what I’m doing.” Tweek turned away from everyone. “He probably can’t face you right now.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Kyle huffed defensively, crossing his arms. “I’m his best friend!” 

“That’s exactly why he can’t face you right now,” Tweek pointed out, heading after Stan. He stopped just at the exit, turning to look at everyone. “I think we should stop with this stupid game now, guys.” 

He turned to leave, and everyone else exchanged looks. 

“I think he’s r-right,” Jimmy spoke quietly, rubbing at one of his arms. “Too much drama.” 

“Back to video games?” Clyde suggested with a sheepish grin. 

“Sounds good to me.” Token stood up, stretching out. “Clyde, help me set up.” 

“Aye aye!” Clyde gave a mock salute before springing to his feet. 

Kyle just watched them, still seated on the floor with his legs pulled up to his chest. He stared down at the floor miserably, a hollow feeling in his gut. He didn’t know how to feel about Stan and Butters having kissed before, just like he didn’t know how to feel when he and Kenny had kissed. He’d just wanted to figure things out, and Kenny had been a very vocal pansexual ever since sixth grade (not that anyone was surprised). Who better than Ken to talk about some confusing feelings with? 

~~~~~

7th grade. 

“So,” Kenny was laying on his back on Kyle’s bed, his hands behind his head as he grinned. “You think you like a boy?” 

“Yeah.” Kyle felt like a mouse as he sat on his desk chair, one leg pulled up to his chest, facing Kenny with pink cheeks. “But how do you know for sure?” 

“Well,” Kenny turned on his side, giving Kyle a serious look. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but even with girls you were never really sure if you liked them, right?” 

Kyle sighed and rested his head on his knee, closing his eyes. “No, you’re right. It’s like… I need someone to tell me “that’s a crush” before I realize it.” 

“Well,” Kenny turned onto his stomach, bringing his hands up for his head to lay on. “Did anyone tell you that you’re crushing on this guy?” 

Kyle opened his eyes in surprise, thinking that over. “... No…” 

“Then, why do you think it’s a crush?” 

“I don’t know!” Kyle threw his hands up in exasperation, putting his leg down and turning his chair away. He felt those stupid butterflies brushing their wings against the inside of his chest. “Because… because when I’m with him, I…” 

“You just want to be close to him?” Kenny supplied, his eyes slipping closed. “Hold his hand, cuddle him, make him laugh - kiss him?” 

Kyle hunched over in his chair, hugging himself tightly as he closed his eyes. “Wow, you really are the expert, huh?” 

“I’m not an expert,” Kenny told him with a sigh. “I’ve just experienced a lot. So listen when I say - just tell Stan how you feel.” 

Kyle whipped around, his cheeks turning a rosy red now. “I never said it was -!” 

“You didn’t have to.” Kenny chuckled and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling. “But fine, we’ll pretend it isn’t Stan.” 

Kyle just glared at him then, turning to look out the window with a sigh. “You’re infuriating.” 

“I know,” Kenny winked, sticking his tongue out playfully. “That’s why you love me~” 

Kyle flushed more and covered his face, shaking his head. “... I… I’m just not sure if I’m ready to tell him yet. I mean, what if I’m wrong? What if I’m not actually attracted to guys, and this is just stupid hormones talking or something?” 

“Oh my god.” Kenny snorted and covered his mouth before he could start really laughing. “Hormones don’t make you attracted to anything with a pulse. That’s you that’s experiencing the attraction!” 

“Don’t laugh at me!” Kyle snapped, his hands clenching into fists. “God, you’re such an ass.” 

Kenny couldn’t stop right away; he got a few more snickers in before taking a deep breath. “Okay, okay - if you’re worried about that, there’s an easy fix.” 

“Oh yeah?” Kyle raised his brow. “And what’s that?” 

“Kiss me.” 

“What!?” Kyle jumped to his feet, staring at Kenny like he was crazy. “No! Why would I -” 

“I’m a guy,” Kenny started to piece this together for him, kicking his legs back and forth against the bed with a lazy grin. “You can pretend I’m your crush, and if you enjoy kissing me, even just a little, that would prove it’s not “hormones,” right?” 

“Or you’re just fucking horny,” Kyle bit at him, crossing his arms. “I’m not kissing you.” 

“All right, suit yourself.” Kenny shrugged. “But I’m just saying - if you’re unsure, it’s better to experiment with a friend who understands, instead of a partner who could get hurt.” 

Kyle clenched his teeth, searching Kenny’s face. He didn’t seem to be doing this as some kind of kink, or a stupid prank. And what he just said was right - he didn’t want to hurt anyone. Least of all… Stan. It really was one of this things holding Kyle back; wondering what would happen if he worked so hard to start dating his best friend just to find out he actually hated kissing him. Stan was always a mess after breakups - he didn’t want to be the cause of that. 

He swallowed, turning his head away as he mumbled, “Okay, fine.” 

“You’re sure?” Kenny had to check. “I’m not pressuring you, I’m just trying to help -” 

“I know, okay!” Kyle stomped over, standing right in front of him with a nervous twinge in his lips. “I just… want to know for sure.” 

Kenny searched his face, looking for any signs of hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he stood up and gently lead Kyle to be the one sitting on the bed. “Then close your eyes, and imagine I’m Stan - or “whoever” your crush is.” 

“Fuck off,” Kyle grumbled before doing as he was told. He realized his heart was going way faster than before, the thumping loud in his ears as he waited for Kenny to do it already. 

He tensed up when he felt the softest touch against his lips. He didn’t know Kenny could be this soft - wait, he’s supposed to pretend it’s Stan. 

Kyle gripped his comforter tight between his hands, taking a deep breath through his nose as he tried to picture it. Stan standing in his room, kissing him softly. They’re both not quite sure what they’re feeling, but they want to make sense of it together. They’ve…  they’ve kind of always liked each other, but as the years went on their feelings changed. Molded into something new, and… beautiful. And even though it was scary, and confusing, and messy - they were here, in this moment, together, and it felt… right. There wasn’t anyone else they’d rather figure this out with. 

He felt himself start to melt as Stan buried a hand into his hair. He leaned in further, reaching up to wrap his arms around Stan’s neck. But, wait, Stan’s hair didn’t go down to his shoulders… 

Kyle snapped his eyes open, pushing Kenny away as ice slid down his back. He covered his mouth, doubling over as he felt his breaths come too quick, too fast. 

“Kyle?” Kenny’s quiet, hesitant voice reached his ears. 

“Fucky, Kenny,” he whispered, having to gasp for air. He covered his face, moving to lay on his bed and curl up properly. Tears fell right onto the bedspread, and his body started shaking with repressed sobs. “Fuck.” 

“Kyle, it’s okay.” Kenny knelt beside the bed, brushing Kyle’s hair back comfortingly. “Now you know, right?” 

“Now I know and it’s terrifying!” Kyle corrected, dropping his hands to look at him as the tears kept coming. “It shouldn’t have been that easy to imagine you were Stan!” 

Kenny’s jaw tightened, but he decided not to comment. “Look… I know it’s scary to really like someone, but -” 

“But nothing!” Kyle turned away from him then, taking a deep breath. “Why am I doing this to myself!? This is just torture! Like Stan would ever feel the same way? He’s always crawling back to Wendy! Even if he did like guys, I’d never stand a fucking chance!” 

“You don’t know that -” 

“Oh, and you do?” Kyle’s chest started shaking again, and he covered his face right as a sob broke through. He didn’t realize just how much he’d been bottling this up. In a way, he’d almost been hoping that he wasn’t actually attracted to guys, because if he was, then he’d just have to admit that Stan would never feel the same way, that his crush was hopeless. Why did he have to fall for his best friend? “I must hate myself.” 

“Kyle, you’re being dramatic.” Kenny sighed, glancing off to the side. “Look, it’s obvious you’re way too nervous to tell Stan anything right now. So just… wait it out.” 

Kyle tried to control his quick breaths, swallowing and forcing himself to look at him. “Wait it… out?” 

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “Just wait. See how you feel in a few months, or hell - even a year. If you still feel this strongly about him after that… well, you can decide where to go when you get there.” 

Kyle started to calm down. He sniffled and wiped at his eyes. “You think… that would be fine?” 

“Yeah.” Kenny nodded. “You can always start gradually, too. Like, tell Stan you’re bi, or whatever you think you are. See how he reacts to that.” 

Kyle scoffed, mumbling pessimistically, “He’d probably avoid me for a month.” 

Kenny frowned, shaking his head lightly. “He’s not as bad as he was anymore. He’s trying to be a better person.” 

Kyle scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why are you sticking up for him?” 

“Because he’s my friend, too,” Kenny reminded him, crossing his arms. “I care about both of you idiots, okay? Even when you’re assholes.” 

“Like you’re not an asshole?” 

Kenny shrugged, grinning as he joked, “I know I love a good asshole.” 

“Gross!” Kyle pushed him, but he couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “TMI, Ken.” 

Kenny just snickered, hopping onto the bed next to him. “That’s nothing. Wanna hear about the wet dream I had last night?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Great - so it started with me in a pancake factory…” 

~~~~~

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Part 1: Preparing for the worst

I did a POV zombie fanfic. There will be more parts, just have been too lazy to write anything. Craig's POV:

First day of my Senior year and I haven't even seen anyone from town in a week. Visiting my extended family in other states was so tiring. I sigh, wondering who would show their face to me first. Without a doubt it's Clyde, loudly calling my name seemed to call attention of the others.

" Craig! It's been a while man! What's up with the family?"

I shrug, not really wishing to tell them my grandma died. That shit was personal. " Nothing, but being in a car so long left my ass numb..." I could still feel the sting of numbness in my posterior.

Tweek just looked at me intensely and I gave in. " Yes?"

" You forgot to text me yesterday."

"NO!" Clyde gasped " Tell me it isn't true."

Token slapped him for me and I nodded my thanks.

" I fell asleep in the car, when I woke up my phone was dead."

" You left me on read." Tweek crossed his arms, here we go...

I sigh and try to cover up my shame for not replying " I fell asleep before I could finish the text. Ruby finally had shut up for once and I was tired. I don't know what else you want from me."

I must have done a shitty job with it as usual because I can't hide anything from him. Tweek tilted his head and shrugged. " Fine, j-just don't do it again." He huffed and took my hand, leading into the school. " We'll be late if we wait any longer."

That was way easier than last time, last time he accused me of being too busy for him. Whatever makes him happy.

First day goes by fast with introductions and those little 'Get to know you better' papers. Needless to say the only thing I disliked about it was the fact Kenny kept hitting on the younger years. He never means it, he just thinks it's funny to make them confused or blush. Tweek made lunch for us today. He says he'll start making lunch for us every day from now on. I had offered to help him, but he was determined to do it himself. Saying ' I want to suprise you with things dayly.' God damn I love him. His twitching never left him, but instead only happens once in a while per conversation. He stresses about things and it gets worse, but when that happens I'm always there for him. Clyde and Token chose to sit with Stan and his guys, suprisingly the girls are constantly inviting us to their tables. Not that I care much, as long as they don't hit on us. So far Tweek's fitting in with them, his new found sass about things is entertaining to say the least.

On the ride home Tweek sits next to me. " Did you see the way Butters looks at Ken?" Clyde chipped in from the seat infront of us. Dumb ass was on his knees looking over the seat.

" No, why? Is there another gay couple in South Park now?" Craig wondered how this would fair with the fan girls at the school.

" Kenny hasn't been seen kissing ANYONE for the whole SUMMER!" Clyde exclaimed. When was he not loud? Oh yeah, never. I cross my arms and Tweek just looks at Kenny and Butters, Kenny at the back of the bus and Butters up front.

" I don't see them ever interact though." Tweek sounded confused and aprehensive.

" I bet you they fuck." Clyde grinned and that earned a swift galre from Tweek. " We don't talk about those things, it's only going to make things worse for them if we spread rumors like that."

" He's right. Clyde sit down like a normal idiot." Token pulled him down onto the seat.

"Aww! No fair! I'm allowed to have my observations too!" He whined and pouted.

Getting off the bus was harder than usual, somewhere from Stan's place to my own Kyle and Cartman started fighting, they only got more agressive towards one another through the years. Kyle even taking Judo classes so when Cartman challenges him it doesn't take much of anything to knock his ass out. Cartman lost weight over the years, him and Clyde almost weighed the same now. That fact can never be said infront of Clyde however because he starts crying about it. When Kyle kicks him out of the bus and I get off, the bus heads off without Cartman.

" Dumb ass, you never learn to stop fucking with Kyle." I kick him in the side for good measure, then head inside. Red Racer sadly ended when I was sixteen, I have since then watched the whole series twice over from first episode to the last. Today's episodes were more of a filler episode than most. I zone out while watching five or six episodes, so much so I miss dinner and have to heat it up. Mac n' Cheese with Fishsticks and grean beans. Ah how American of them. I smile to myself as I eat the meal. Looking at the clock, it's almost seven. I sigh, at least it wasn't too late. I took my phone out. Three unread text messages, at least one of those was from Tweek. I open the ones from Clyde and Stan first. Tweek's message chills me a bit.

Tweek's POV:

What. What was that? I must have been seeing things, no, no I wasn't seeing anything. That was for sure what the news story was about. The screams of terror and dismay echoed. Zombies? Looking at my phone as I packed as many useful things as possible, I look on as Craig is texting me back finally. " Why do I need to get as much as food and supplies as possible? What's with the weapon reconmendations anyway? Are we playing again?"

" NO! THIS IS REAL!" I shouted as I typed up the same message. " I swear Craig, tell your dad you guys need to meet here at my place. I texted the others to do the same. I'm not kidding, zombies are real!" I scream to myself as I'm set into panic mode. My parents saw the same thing and are trying to get ahold of other parents they know.

" What kind of Zombies though? Like The Walking Dead zombies? Spore Zombies? Fast running ones?"

"WHY WOULD I KNOW THAT YET!?" I feel like this is a lost cause. I should have just told the guys and not the parents. I text him back, fumbling over my own fingers. " I dont know thy dont look like theyr runners."

" Hold on, I'm packing things. Do you think a compound bow is okay for this? I mean, besides that I have a bat."

" Take both, please be careful." I looked out my window as some of the other boys and the parents started for my house.

I get my stuff on, a hiking backpack that I had bought for camping full of useful things and head downstairs. Kids and parents piling in, some of them being made to go upstairs. The parents mainly talking about a plan. Randy seemed to be really into the idea that was being shared, but Sharron and most of the moms hate the idea. I creep my way to the door and flag down Craig as he heads over with his parents and sister Ruby. First thing he does is hug me. There is a time and a place Tucker! I groan and hug him back for a second before leading him inside. Cartman, Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Butters, Myslef and Criag were all together. Clyde, Token, Bebe, Wendy, Jimmy, and Timmy were across the room. The parents were seperating people into groups for travel. The noise the house was under made me shudder, I take a peek out of the window. Oh god. Oh jesus, oh god. No. The zombies were slowly approaching at a steady pace from the graveyard area. I can't say anything but I do manage an "AAAAUGH!"

Craig, bless him, looks out and in a deadpan voice says. " Oh, The Walking Dead zombies. Cool."

I want to strangle him for that but instead I end up making the whole place become on edge. They start ordering us out, this was apparently the plan. We were the B Team. Token, Clyde, Bebe, Wendy, Jimmy and Timmy were the A Team. They got the keys to my family's two cars and were sent off first with supplies. Jimbo supplied everyone with at least two guns. Team B, us, we're sent to both the neighbors houses Kyle won't leave Ike, so he's sent with us. Kyle, Ike, Stan and Cartman take the left. Craig, Kenny, Butters and myself took the right side. Thanks to the fact we're not slow as a group we get into the car. Craig takes the wheel and we're out of town within a few minutes. People I didn't know well in town, they were being eaten or trying to escape the madess. I just closed my eyes and curled up. Craig wouldn't allow me to sit in the back when we piled in, so I had a close up on what was happening. " Damn it... This car only has half a tank." Craig sighed , country roads hard to see, using the headlights on this thing wasn't working. " M-My mom and dad. They Euuggh- always have both tanks filled. Token and Wendy shouldn't have problems." I get a text. Why wouldn't I? Maybe all those movies and TV shows were wrong about the immediate cut of electronics. It was Clyde, thank goodness it was him!

" How are you guys holding up? Wanna meet at that weird off road gas station and talk? Maybe switch team mates? We have Jimmy and Timmy with us, I think both teams should have one. "

" Yeah, s-sure." I look up to Craig. " Clyde wants to meet at that Shell up the road a bit."

" Good, we can talk to them like normal people. Stupid parents..."

"Wait..." I look back at the phone. " Did you ask Jimmy about this?"

"Dude, Jimmy's the one who suggested it! He thinks Timmy should stay with me and Token and he should go to your team." Clyde's words meant he was serious.

At the gas station we made sure no zombies were around, the place was evacuated and there was still food, Token split up what he found between the groups. " Enough for both A and B teams. In case you guys run in with one another." Token was so calm, I wonder how he does it. I get a huge hug from Clyde who looked to be just freshly done with crying. " I'm going to miss you and Craig so much Tweek..." His voice... He was. Talking softly. Clyde. I hug him back and nodd. " We'll miss you guys too, but they sent us in teams for reasons." Token came over with Craig." I heard it was the best way for our survival."

Jimmy headed over from where he was talking to Butters. " BBButters and I ha-have made an agreement. I will svwitch places w-with him."

" I have no problems taking over for him." Butters was arguing with Kenny. " Don't you see it's unfit for them to have two people who can die easily?"

" YOU can die easily!" Kenny groaned and grit his teeth. " Why you though. Why do you have to go."

"Because Tweek and Craig shouldn't be separated."

"We shouldn't be separated Butters! I don't know what I'd do if you died on me." There was desperation in Kenny's voice.

" Then don't die on me, and I won't on you." He smiled and Kenny hugged him.

I bet Clyde couldn't help himself, because the dummy started wiggling his eye brows at me and making weird noises.

" Stop being this way Clyde..." I sigh. " What weapon did you pack, those guns should be a last resort."

" I have a whole thing of tools with me." Token said.

Clyde pulled out a knife. " It was the closest thing."

Butters showed he had a frying pan. " These things hurt real bad."

" It's not about pain it's bout destroying the brain." Clyde chipped in.

" Aww Hamburgers..." Butters kicked the ground with a scuffing noise.

" It's a good enough weapon." I nod in approval.

Craig had his bat on hand. " You already know what I have."

" I d-don't have any weapons but the gggun." Jimmy pointed out.

"Timmeh!" Timmy showed his hands.

" What did you bring Tweek?" Clyde was curiously eyeing him.

He went to the trunk and got out his sword. " I always have it sharpened. I also have a poison dart set I made myself and the ingredents for a few different kinds of explosives. I got them f-from a chemicle website."

I may have said something weird. Did I? Why were they looking at me like I was weird. I put my stuff away.

Craig came over and pat me on the head, something he does on occasion. " That's my boyfriend. Always ready."

I smile for what seems to be the first time tonight since the incident.

Stan's POV:

I take on the role of driver as Kyle uses a local and nationwide map and marks off where we came from and where we're going. Cartman is oddly quiet as he looks out the window and Ike is in his seat playing with one of Kyle's action figures. Not too many Zombies the way we're going, a few cars were on the side of the road, maybe a few accidents here or there, but nothing we couldn't handle. Being in a rush we completely forgot about our other half of our group. Man, I hope they chose a good route or at least something. They had gotten the text that Craig was the driver of the other car and that they had food and water if they could meet. Problem was, when they left in the direction they did, there was like a huge pile up that happened behind them. Not knowing where to go next Stan just started going through small towns.

Kyle took out his phone and called his mom. No answer was an answer on it's own. He got annoyed and turned it off to save battery. " I'm glad I packed these maps.."

"What else did ya pack Kehl?" Cartman had his usual inflection to his voice, but as far as Stan could tell it wasn't like he was taunting the guy.

" I packed four note books, writing utensils, a few books, maps of all over north america, and a chainsaw from my back yard. My dad got it, and never used it. Said it was too loud or some shit. I think I can mod it to be more quiet."

" I gotta go pee!" Ike whined.

" Pull over and let him pee, I'll keep watch." Kyle took out a dagger and Stan pulled over. Ike went right by the car as Kyle instructed and they were on their way in no time. A bed and breakfast was close to where they were and Stan hoped they could sleep tonight, they would need it.

" I think Wendy went this way Stan." Kyle pointed out the street sign that had a purple W and a yellow B on it. "Wendy and Bebe."

YES! Maybe we could sleep after all. I hope Wendy has secured the Inn.

Upon arrival to the Bed and Breakfast, they found cars parked in a manner resembling a fort wall. Wendy took aim at them with a rifle. "Who are you, what do you want, and when are you LEAVING."

Stan parked the car with the lights on so when the four of them got out Wendy could see them. " It's Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Ike. We wanna know if we could crash here. And we'll leave tomorrow."

" Oh you guys! We've been here for nearly an hour setting up." Bebe let them in. " We found a few loners, oh and Shelly."

Shelly was writing something in a book.

" We have room for tonight. I think Bebe and I will stay here, close to town, for a while."

" Yeah, predicting we have about four months of food rations."

" Craig and Token have more food, but they went East." Kyle stated as he lead Ike to one of the rooms that had a cracked open door.

Cartman took the room opposite of Kyle's.

" Stan, what do you think about the groups... Do you think we'll survive?" Wendy looked exausted. The way her hair... and her eyes... It was just... Damn she was hot when she was in charge like that. I had to stop looking at her before I vomited. " I-I think my group can survive, You and Bebe look to be doing fine already. Craig might come into some trouble, but I'm most worried about Token."

" We should have taken Timmy, damn it, I know!" She groaned and face palmed. " We weren't thinking Stan, we left both Jimmy and Timmy with Token and Cyle. Token can handle himself, Clyde is okay, but Jimmy and Timmy?"

I have to calm her down. " Maybe if we meet up with them in the future, we can see if they survived. If that's the case then, you can just ask if one of them wants to join you."

Wendy sighed. " Yeah, thanks. Go turn your car's lights off now..."

I just smile sheepishly and go to get the lights turned off and park the car within the barrier.

Kyle's POV:

Taking out some paper and a pen I start to write. " I think today was possibly the worst day of my life. I can't confirm it yet, but I think my mom at least is dead. She'd never leave a call from me hanging. Besides that, I'm in a group with Cartman. Cartman. God I hate writing that name." I use white out to take out the word 'Cartman' both times. "There, that's better. No more of that name here. I have to think about Ike now. He's far too small for this sort of thing, but it's not like we have a choice. I'm going to teach him how to shoot a gun soon. He needs to know." I sigh and look at my younger brother. " I swear I'll protect you, Ike." He kissed his sleeping head goodnight and turned off the bedside light to lay down for some rest. With Wendy on alert, we should be fine. I trust her.

It was the sun that woke him up, Ike was trying to read a big book. " Kyle! How do you wead... Paernora...."

"What?" I went over, the book was a study on the paranormal. " Oh, paranormal. Like what we thought Zombies were. It's mainly just hypothetical."

Ike tilted his head.

" Big 'What ifs.'" I explain.

" Oh!" He goes back to trying to read. He's going to be smart I think to myself as I look out the window. Stan is already up and helping Bebe with the rigging of barbed wire made from electrical chords.

" Smart move girls. " I say as I head outside, things all packed and Ike in tow.

" Thanks Kyle, you know you guys can stay here if you want. " Bebe offered. "Stan was a big help this morning."

" I think we should all have our separate things. Stan come on, we need to go before it gets too late."

Cartman comes out from his room, not packed and sloppy as hell. " Go get packed asshole we're leaving."

" EH! Don't call me an Asshole! I didn't even do anything yet!"

" Yeah, that's the point. GO PACK." Why do I even loose my temper so badly with him anyway, I used to be able to handle anything he said. Now I just want... No, I want it but I can't say what. That would be admiting to myself that I've givin in. I just glare at him as he mutters to himself and goes to pack.

Clyde's POV:

OMG! It's HAPPENING! Bunny bunny bunny bunny~ I giggle to myself as Butters and Kenny keep their embrace, the others are sorting out what to do and where to go. I mean I could listen in, but I don't want to. Not knowing where we're going is basically what an adventurer strives for. And in all honesty, I have to keep this an adventure because what it really is, is killing me inside. I'm left without my Bro and Tweek. It's not fair! Token treats me like a kid too, and while that's good in some cases like an extra juice box, it SUCKS in other cases! I hear my name and tune into their channel. " Clyde and I should trade places as well. I can't leave Butters."

No. Freakin. WAY! I looked at Tweek and Craig with my signature puppy dog eyes.

" Are you sure Kenny, we could need you man. You're crafty."

"They have Timmy, if Timmy's wheelchair gets broken or stops working for some reason. I can carry him. Clyde can't."

I stop begging. What? How dare he. I can SO carry Timmy. For like a block.... And then... Nevermind, it's true they need him.

" No, you take Clyde." Tweek looked at me. " I think he's better off with you."

" Then I'm leaving you guys for Butters."

Craig frowned. " That's not even though. How will Tweek and I take care of Jimmy?"

I sigh. " It's okay. I'll stay with Token."

Token broke appart Kenny and Butters and took Butters to his car. Craig taking Kenny, who faught with him about it, back to thier car.

I take a last glance at my friends as we depart down a fork in the road. I hope Token has orange juice...