Today is the day. The day everyone dreaded. Tweek's funeral.

Clyde sat on the couch and turned on the radio. Hoping to put himself in a better mood before his friend's funeral.

As he adjusted the bow tie on his black button up shirt, when a message on the radio caught his attention.

"About five days ago, a local teenager Tweek Tweak was brutally murdered. The teen's accused murderer was found dead." The lady on the radio announced.

The brunette got curious and turned up the radio. He felt tears form in his eyes being reminded of his friend's unsettling death.

The lady spoke again. "The Twenty three year old man, Robert Carlos was found slaughtered in his apartment complex."

Clyde felt a shudder go down his spine. "Geez." He muttered to himself. Being creeped out, he turned the radio off and sighed to himself.

A tear rolled down his cheek. "I miss you Tweek... I miss you so god damn much! You didn't deserve this." Clyde pounded his gift against the table.

"Clyde it's time to go." His dad sighed. Clyde nodded and got up, dreading this moment.
•-•-•-•

Clyde walked over to Craig. He was sobbing in Kyle's chest. Kyle stood there trying to calm him. "Craig it'll be okay.." He cooed. Craig continued to cry. "H-He's gone Kyle! He i-isn't coming back!"

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Look. I miss him too. I can't sugar coat what I'm about to say. Tweek is dead. Crying won't bring him back. He wants you to be happy."

The raven haired male looked at him, his face expression got sour. "You weren't as close to him as I was! He was my best friend!" He sobbed again. The ginger rolled his eyes again.

"You're acting like Stan when Sparky passed away." Kyle scoffed. Craig's hand formed into a fist.

Before Craig threw a punch at Kyle, Clyde caught his fist. "Violence isn't gonna help!"

Craig wanted to speak but couldn't. The funeral was starting.

Everybody took a seat, eyes forward, except for Craig. He looked down at the ground, tears continued to stream down his cheeks.

The main speech was over. Craig wanted to speak. He had a speech all planned out. "C-Could I s-speak please..?" Craig choked out.

Craig stood up. Eyes followed Craig's every movement. He made his way to the front of the room.

"H-Hello... My name is Craig Tucker.. I was Tweek's best friend. H-He was a bright, happy boy. Nothing could make him sad." The memory of Tweek's persona popped in his head.

He looked at the crowd. People were tearing up.

Craig continued. "I loved him. He wasn't like a friend. He was like a brother. N-Now... He's gone.." Craig couldn't go on. He went back to his seat.

A couple more people went up to talk. By the time the funeral was over, more than half the people were crying.

As Clyde and Craig were leaving somebody tapped them on the shoulder.

The two males turned around to see a blonde male with blue eyes. Kenny.

"Sup." he said. Clyde sighed. "What do you want?" Clyde rolled his eyes. He never really liked Kenny. Craig didn't care for him either. Kenny is what they called "nettlesome."

Kenny sighed. "I know this may not be the best time to ask this but... do you maybe wanna hang out with Stan, Kyle and I later..? It's kind of important."

They rolled their eyes again. "I guess.." Clyde said. The blonde walked away. "That was strange.. what could they want?" Craig asked.

Clyde shrugged. "We'll just have to find out."