Trigger Warnings: Swearing (what do you expect, it's South Park)

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Craig

I stood there, confused as the boy next door anxiously shut his window, "Spaz." I said quietly as I flipped him off. I wondered what his deal was.

I decided to just ignore it and looked over at Stripe's cage. I walked over to him, leaving the window open. Stripe was my pet guinea pig that I got four years ago on my birthday. Sometimes he's the only one I can go to to express my thoughts comfortably. As stupid as that sounds and as much as I hate to admit it, it really does help me. After all, my friends are never there to help me through my problems. I would never go to them anyway, as they would make fun of me and what I go through. The same thing is with my parents. They've never given a shit about me before. They've been that way ever since I came out to them. I will always regret that day I decided tell the truth about me.

Anyway, I walked up to Stripe and opened his cage, taking him out, "Hello, Stripe," I said, "How was your day? Mine was complete shit."

Stripe responded with a squeak as I suddenly heard a loud bang on my door. I placed Stripe back into his cage and looked to my door, "Hey, fag, me and your mother are going out so you're looking after your sister. Don't let her do anything stupid, I can't have another disappointment in this family." He walked away.

I kicked my desk in anger.

I hate my fucking family.

Tweek

October 11th, 10:15 am. Tuesday.

I sat alone at recess that second day of school. So far things hadn't been that different from the first day. People continued to be jerks, I was ignored, and...well, I guess that was it. In a nutshell, I'd say things weren't looking so good for me but I didn't want to give up hope just yet.

I sat alone at a bench as I watched the other students playing sports, chatting, or getting into trouble. No one had been singled out like me. Everyone seemed to have a group that they fit into. But I didn't have one of those. I was all alone that day.

Though, that was until this happened.

A familiar group of kids standing by the basketball court had began harassing a kid. These were the same kids I had 'talked to' on the bus yesterday. I think their names were Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny but there was one more with them. He was a shorter male student with blond hair, though it was hard details to tell from a distance. Cartman appeared to be yelling at the poor kid while the others just glared at him. I found it weird. These students didn't exactly look like bullies the first time I talked to them. Maybe this kid just really needed some lecturing. Either that, or I got the wrong impression of these kids.

The smaller boy soon began walking away from them with his head hanging low to the ground while the group of guys from behind him got back to what they were doing. The boy looked around for somewhere to go for the rest of the free time when his eyes landed on me. I felt anxiety kick in as he started walking over to me. Oh no! GAH! What could this kid want to do with me!?

I started to ease a little when I saw him smile and stop in front of me, a couple feet away. It was then I noticed the boy had big, innocent blue eyes, one being lighter than the other due to a scar that had apparently formed there. His blond hair appeared to be an undercut fashion which I found to suit him in a way.

He began to speak in a high-pitched voice, "Uh, hey, fella. Mind if I sit here?"

I was confused as to why he wanted to sit by me, "GAH! Um, sure."

"Thank you," He said excitedly, sitting down on the bench, "I just couldn't help but feel sad when I saw the new kid sitting on his own."

I couldn't believe it. Someone since I've even here was actually being nice to me! There's no way. Was this a prank!? ACK!

"Oh, I- nngh- appreciate it." I thanked. He smiled bright at my comment.

"No problem! My name's Butters." He said. I raised a brow at his unusual name, "I mean, it's not my real name but everyone calls me it anyway. What's your name?"

I smiled awkwardly, "Tw-Tweek."

"Well it sure it nice meeting ya, Tweek." He said with glee, "Now, why were you sitting alone?"

I twitched, not wanting to think about being alone again, "ACK! I- ngh - don't think anyone likes me here. You're the first person to actually treat me like I'm normal."

He seemed to understand, "Don't worry, fella. I think you're perfectly normal. And besides, that is what I go though everyday. Everyone is always making fun of me because I'm innocent and gullible. I've gotten use to it by now and tend to look on the bright side of things, though. So don't worry, you're not alone."

"I'm relieved...-nngh- um is everyone in this school just an asshole besides you and me then?"

Butters looked away to ponder this, "Not everyone's a meanie. Stan and Kyle are nice. Or, well, not very much to me. I don't think they get me, is all. But they're kind. Let's see, uh, oh! Once you get to know Kenny, he tends to be pretty cool. Though, he can be kind of a perv sometimes. He's my best friend in school right now, actually." He paused to think, "I don't think anyone else really cares about people like us. I don't know if I would call that mean though."

"I see."  I answered. " GAH! Um, mind telling me who I should maybe avoid so I don't get into- nngh - trouble?" I asked, trembling.

"Sure!" He agreed, "Someone you should DEFINITELY avoid is Eric Cartman. He's done countless mean things to me and a lot of other people! But he really only does those things if you get on his bad side...I think. Hmm, let's see. Oh yeah! Another is Craig Tucker." I tilted my head. I hadn't yet heard that name, "You know, blue chullo hat? Flips people off? That guy. He doesn't care about anyone or anything and can be really rude sometimes. He's not much of a bully, though. He just doesn't give a heck."

I realized that that had been the kid I talked to through my window yesterday.

"GAH! I-I talked to that kid yesterday! Nngh! He's my neighbor."

Butters's eyes widened, "Really?! The Craig Tucker is your neighbor!? One of the most popular guys in school!? Wow!"

I looked down at the ground and fiddled with my thumbs, "I don't think he likes me, though. He's quite intimidating, actually."

"Yeah, he is." Said Butters, "Welp! It sure is nice that I can have another friend to hang out with."

'Friend'? "Oh, um, y-you're welcome?"

"Yeah!" He cheered with a smile, "Anyway, I've got to get to—"

Before my new friend could finish, a spontaneous football came launching towards our faces from out of nowhere. I shrieked as the ball collided with my face, and the last thing I heard before I blanked out was, "Oh, hamburgers!"

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"Tweek!? Tweek, fella, are you okay!?"

"Ah, shit, man, I hope I didn't kill 'em."

"WHAT!?"

"He's not dead, Clyde, he's just knocked out."

I lied on the snowy ground with for boys surrounding me. One of them being Butters who looked very concerned for me. He appeared to be hovering over me as well as a kid I had yet to meet. As the ringing in my ear slowly went away, I rubbed my head and attempted to sit up.

"Oh, thank heck!" Butters shrieked, "Are you okay, friend?"

I groaned and tried to answer him through the throbbing in my head, "Agh, um, y-yeah, I'm fine. I think..."

A kid I hadn't seen yet bent down to my level and held up his fingers, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

I tried to focus on his hand, "Uh, four?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice from above us spoke, "You guys are overreacting, the kid's fine." I realized this was the kid that Butters had just been talking about. Craig.

Butters helped me from off the ground as I slowly regained consciousness. It took a minute, but I finally was aware of my surroundings. A group of three boys (assuming they threw the football) stood around me. The brown-haired one was wearing a red and white letterman jacket, and appeared to be the shortest of the three. The kid standing next to him was black and had shorter brown hair. He wore a purple shirt with a yellow 'T' on it. And the third boy was, as I said, Craig Tucker who appeared to be wearing his same usual outfit.

"Hey, kid, are you okay? Sorry for knocking you out with the football," said the brown-haired kid, "You see, my friend here has a hard time catching footballs so my amazing throw of the ball surpassed him and just so happened to hit you." He said this with sympathy as he placed a hand on the kid's shoulder next to him.

He looked angry about this. "Excuse me!? That was the worst throw ever! I didn't even get a chance to catch it!"

Craig finally spoke up, "You guys are seriously so annoying. These two are fine, let's just go."

I felt the urge to say something but I didn't.

The brown haired kid pouted, "Why do you have to be so mean, Craig? I just wanted to see if he was okay..."

The trio walked away and I was left alone with Butters.

"Sorry about that, fella." He said, now facing me, "That was Clyde Donovan, Token Black, and Craig Tucker, as you know. They didn't mean it. I mean, Craig's a jerk but the other two definitely didn't mean to hurt you like that. Are you okay?"

I sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine. It only hurts a little now."

"Good."

I think this will be the first SP fanfic to have Clyde as a good guy. I mean, seriously! He's always such a dick in fanfics and he's not like that in the show so...I decided to make him nicer.

Hey there also may be some character alters in this fanfic? Like how I'm making Craig to be more of an asshole than the already is. I'm sorry, it just adds more drama and you know I'm a sucker for drama.

Well, I hope you enjoyed chapter two! It sure was fun to write.