"Seriously Tucker?! Don't worry dude, I'll help you".

It's cold...

As if all the warmth from my body has been taken away in an instant.

I feel alone.
I feel... empty.
I feel... I feel... unloved.

All my work has been all for nothing

And Tweek, Tweek lied.
If I knew from the beginning, I would've bring that kid down and kill him.

But no...
My heart says no.
Why, you ask?

Because I love him
Because I want him

I want to feel him.
I want to be with him.

I know that it's a terrible sin to be in love with the same gender, but it is a sin that I'll gladly take.

"K-Kenny?"

"Yoo! Whats up?"

"Why are you here?"

"Welllllll, I accidentally got killed by uhhh... falling down from the roof of my house"

He chuckled, and I stay silent.

"But you should've still alive, falling onto snow isn't going to kill you, Ken"

"Welll, here's the punchline... there we're explosive on the snow that i landed on. Soooo yeahhhhh, life is good"

I sighed, "I guess I'll never see Tweek again, am I?"

"You love him?"

I took a deep breath, "Yes."

"Then help me with something first, and after that, I'll bring you back home"

I was surprised by his sudden kindness, "Are you serious?"

He smiled, "Of course! Anything for my Tucker" He winked, and I immediately know what to do.

I flips him off, "Fuck you, McCormick"

He flips me back, "Fuck you, Tucker"

We both laugh for minute.

"Well? What are you waiting for Tucker, c'mon!"

I follow him, heading to the bright light ahead of me.

And everything went silent...

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Tweek POV

I feel useless.

I couldn't save myself back then.

I killed myself.

Back then, when I was still alive, I was bullied. Not only that, but abuse, and I'm mentally unstable.

Different kinds of phobias, anxiety and depression haunts me every night, and many more.

And it led me to suicide.
But all that is not enough, I was sent to hell and soon become an imp, doing tasks by Satan himself to do his dirty work.

But now...
I feel that God came to me.
I feel... I feel that I still have a life after death.

Salvation.

God has plans.
And man does the task.

I did mine, and it gives me nothing.

I couldn't save myself, and Craig.

After Damien left, he left all us four. Stan and Kyle are safe. Damien gonna get his hands dirty. I can picture him torturing Craig for eternity.

And no way of reaching onto him.

After we left the forest, I carried Craig's lifeless body with me, while Stan carried a wounded Kyle on his arms. Moments later, Stan confess his feelings and Kyle accept it, and I feel happy for those two.

But, It would be nicer if Craig is still here.

After walking for like a couple of minutes, we finally got out of the forest, Stan headed to Kyle's house, while I take Craig to the hospital.

Minutes Later...

"You ready, Craig?"

I hesitate, "Is this the only way out?"

"No, but you can get out of here by giving me a blowjob, so thats an option" he winked, and I look away in disgust.

"I'm just jokin, man. Now c'mon, Tweek is waiting for ya"

After moment of silent prayer, I enter the door.

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I open my eyes, and its dark.
So dark...
How long have I been out for?

I moved slightly, and realize that I'm in a box.

Not just any box, it is the box that living people use to put the dead in it.

A casket.

"Hello?!" I yelled, but I know that its no use.

I have to wait for Kenny to come here.

C'mon Kenny, hurry up damnit!

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Kenny POV

"I'm comin Craig!"

I am currently running towards the Tucker residence, trying to stop Craig's parents before they bury him.

As soon as I am standing on his porch, I knock the door. "Mr Tucker?!" I called his dad, and a second later he appeared, with puffy eyes. "O-oh, Kenny McCormick yes? Do you need anything?", He surprised by my sudden visit and asked, "Is Craig there, sir?" I asked, sounding not knowing that Craig is dead. He looked surprised, "Y-You haven't heard the news? Craig, he... he passed away" He sadly said, "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that, sir. W-where is he buried?" I asked, "At the South Park cemetery" He answered as I quickly thanked him and headed to the cemetery.

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"I'm here. Where are you, Craig?"

As soon as I enter the cemetery, I try to look around everywhere for Craig's tombstone.

After minutes of looking around, I finally found what I was after, plus Craig's lover, Tweek.

"Tweek?"

Tweek POV

"Huh?" I quickly look behind me, "Oh, Kenny... hey man" I greet him. "How long have you been here for?" He asked, with a worried tone. "Since he died and buried here..." I answered, truthfully. He came closer to me and wrap his left arm around me, "Don't worry, he'll come back" He said, happily. But I didn't and I feel confused, "Come back? He won't, come back Kenny! People only live once in their lifetime!," I paused, to only see Kenny surprised by my sudden outrage. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." I apologize, and he only smiled.

"There there, Tweek. People only live once, but not today..."

I stare at him, "What do you mean?"

"Let me show you"

He grabbed a shovel and did the unthinkable.

"W-wait, what the fuck are you do-", Kenny cut me off by closing my lips with his hand, "Listen to me, Craig is alive and he is down there. Do you want to see your boyfriend again?" He asked and I nodded, "Now come and help me!" He said as he handed me a shovel.

GAH! I-I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS!

Hours later...

"Almost there!"

We've been digging here for at least 90 minutes and its really tiring.

"I-I don't know, Kenny... we need to stop now, before their parents came" I suggested, but it seems like he didn't listen.

"If you keep digging, it'll be much faster! Now c'mon!" He said as he kept digging.

Ugh... this guy..

I sighed and keep digging and digging...

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"Finally!"
We both finally got to the casket.

"A-are you sure he's alive?" I asked, worried and terrified.

"Of course he is!" Kenny said, confident.

He knocked on the casket twice.

See? Nothing is a-

Then a knock was made, but not by the outside of the casket, but from the inside.

I feel chills on my back and I feel numb.

No... it can't be...

"Tweek,"

"Y-yes?"

"You ready to meet him, for the second time?"

I gulped, "I'm always r-ready"

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

"C-Craig?"