Craig flipped through the pages absent-mindedly. He was not really invested in reading “Catcher in the Rye” but Mr.Garrison insisted that there is an adult scene in the middle. So far, he is three fourth into the book and it’s all just drama that he lost focus on. Suddenly, he heard a dripping sound. It was wet and slick and he hoped that it wasn’t the ventilation again.
“Tweek, could look at the vent and see if it is leaking?” Craig said in his monotonous voice.
Tweek did not answer but the dripping noise grew louder. Craig called again but there was no response. The dripping noise then soon turned into a huge splash. Finally, Craig closed his book and looked at his room’s vent. No sign of water. Although, when he looked at where Tweek should be, he is nowhere to be found. In his place was a viscous slime and it seems to be moving towards him.
“Tweek, what the fuck is this?” Craig looked around the room but he can’t find Tweek. “Tweek!?”
The slime groped his leg. Craig tried to pull it away but his hands seem to just pass through. He tried scooping the liquid and flicking it away. But that was useless too. The slime continued to climb Craig despite his pleas.
“Mom!? Craig knew that no one would answer. His mom and dad was out and his sister as well. But he continued to call them until the liquid climbed aboard his wide open mouth. Craig tried to scream once more but the liquid has engulfed his mouth completely. He was swallowing more of the liquid than air. Craig looked around the room to look for his phone. But the lack of air is making him drowzy. He fell on the floor with the whole world around him turning dark.
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Tweek opened his eyes and looked around the room. It was Craig’s room like he remembered it. He looked at where the mirror should be and the reality he will be facing. Instead of his ruffled hair and scrambled shirt, he wore a blue dangling hat and his clothes are neat. He looked at his fingers. They weren’t the fingers scarred multiple times with hot coffee. His fingers were clean and meticulously taken care of. There’s no urging call for him to twitch nor to scream. For the first time ever since he was born, he felt at peace.
“I really am Craig.” Tweek said in Craig’s monotonous voice.
He stood up from his spot and walked closer to the mirror. From the way he moved and the way he looked, he is undoubtedly Craig. Tweek traced along his face and to the bridge of his soft featured nose. Down to the clean shaven chin and the short somewhat chubby legs. He reached up to his hair and realized how his fingers could easily course through them, unlike his. Everywhere he smelled, it reminded of the Craig.
Tweek undressed his hat and then his coat. He realized that despite looking chubby on the outside, he is lean on the inside. Next, he undressed his remaining garments and saw Craig’s whole bare being. Craig was just like any other kid out there. He never really like Craig for how he looked. He liked him for how he acted. He was contrast to his impulsive behavior. And now that he is inside him with a comple view for what he is, Tweek realized at how much he liked him more.
Tweek dressed once again and delve into Craig’s bed. He hugged one pillow and took a deep whiff. The presence of Craig is every where. And he liked it.
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