~ Later ~
   Tweek POV

After the incident that has happen early this morning has left me in a state of confusion, and empty minded. I don't know what it is about that pastor, but since yesterday, I started to feel  spark of connection with him. I feel safe and happy, and not to worry a little bit about anything.

There is something about this pastor, and I want to know what it is and what is causing me to feel this connection. While I'm in hell, I never experience this. But why now? I don't understand this!

"GAH! T-TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" I screamed in my temporary room, and quickly get a cup of coffee that is sitting on my bedside table. I took big gulps, til I am no longer twitching.  

After that, I lay down on my bed once again, and stared into the ceiling.

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Ding Ding

I open my eyes and rose up from bed like I was gonna get robbed or something. My breath was shaky and increase in anxiety, which not helping me at all. Then, I realise that the noise caused by my phone, which is next to me.

I let out a sigh and took my phone to look what is going on.
5 missed phone calls and 16 unread messages by-
By Craig Tucker?!
My thoughts we're racing, I don't know how he got my number!

Did he came here while I was daydreaming?!
Did he hire some sort of secret agent to come and get my phone number?!
GAH, THIS IS TOO MUCH PRESSURE, MAN!

I did a double take, "Oh yeah... I gave him my number while we both walking together" I say it out loud, feeling like an idiot.

I open my phone and check the messages:

Craig Tucker: Thanks for the company earlier Tweek, it was nice 😊

Craig Tucker: Morning Tweek!

Craig Tucker: Tweek, you there?

Craig Tucker: Hellooo?

And on and on...
But one message caught Tweek's interest:

Craig Tucker: Hey Tweek, Me and my friends are having a sleepover at my house. Wanna join?

He's asking me to come to HIS house and have a sleepover?!

Like-Like this is TOO MUCH PRESSURE!

I'VE NEVER BEEN TO SLEEPOVER BEFORE! HECK, IN HELL I JUST DRINK COFFEE AND BEAT SINNERS, THATS ALL!
LIKE THIS IS SOMETHING THAT I HAVE TO GET USED TO NOW!

"GAH!" My screams getting out again, which resulting me fall from my bed into the floor.

I quickly grab my phone and text back Craig, hesitantly.

Tweek Tweak: I-I don't know man, I've never been on sleepovers before.

Before Tweek can put his phone, another notification pop up.

Craig Tucker: aww, c'mon Tweek! It would be fun! There will only be me, Token, Clyde and you! No girls, maybe that's what cause you so shy in the first place.

Tweek let out a laugh, This pastor should be a comedian instead, I thought.

Tweek Tweak: O-okay then, fine. I'll be there, Craig

Craig Tucker: Perfect! Thanks Tweek! Come to my house at 7 PM! Don't be late! Alright, take care!

After that, I didn't bother to reply back. I lay back on my bed, looking upward to the ceiling and starting to thinking something. But something else show up...

I started to grin widely, and I let out an evil laugh. Oh that pastor will never know what would happen to him tonight...

I lean on and open my bedside cabinet, to see a knife greeted me. I smiled devilishly at my knife and said the 5 simple words:

The pastor will die tonight...