[FANFIC] Like Pinning Butterflies
Title: Like Pinning Butterflies (Two)
Author: ienvy
Fandom: South Park
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Craig Tucker is sick. And Craig Tucker is madly, irrevocably obsessed with Tweek Tweak.
Word Count: 2017
Warnings: This story is NOT for those who are easily disturbed or upset. This story is intended to be very morbid and macabre and will contain subjects that most of the population find upsetting. In case you're wondering, these subjects will be along the lines of: stalking, torture, morbid/macabre love, death, suicide, rape and so on, so forth.
Notes: This was inspired/based off of 'The Horror of Our Love' by Ludo.
Directory of Chapters
I’ve murdered half the town,
Left you love notes on their headstones,
I’ll fill the graveyards,
Until I have you.
---
The playground had long ago been a bright, colorful blob that stood out against the bleak winter backdrop. It had been cheaply constructed and had no maintenance ever done to it and there had been plenty of injuries sustained while playing on the play set, but it had been a cheerful thing nonetheless and kids enjoyed it. Now the bright colors that had once adorned it were faded and dull, unable to escape the ever-constant press of time. It blended in more properly with the gray winter sky behind it now. Stripped of its color, it was no different from everything else and, gradually, it was forgotten by everyone. Without color, it was dull, unimportant and not worth remembering.
Craig likens it to himself. Both are objects that had been robbed of their color and emotion, both discarded by society and those who had once loved them, both faded, dull and broken, both not worthy of remembering without that splash of color to set them apart from the sky, pregnant with snow clouds. Both had faded into the sky, forgotten.
Craig’s fingers twist around two poles, holding the cool metal against his palms as his feet dangle in the air. From here, he can watch as Tweek struggles to play football with those jerks. The boy’s shock of blond hair sets him apart from the others, makes him stick out like white against a black backdrop, like the yang inside of yin.
Tweek has not faded with time, he has not lost the bright color that encircles him and he has stubbornly remained as bright as ever.
Craig thinks he’s beautiful. Like that single face one is able to identify on a spinning merry-go-round, even after the others have all melted together in a surreal whirl of color. And when Craig pictures it in his mind, suddenly everything makes sense and he’s able to separate black from white and he can just reach that normalcy he craves as he pushes the dull gray shroud off of his shoulders, struggling to become black or white and not somewhere stuck in between. But then Tweek’s face is lost and the merry-go-round vanishes and all that is left is Craig sitting alone on the playground, just as gray and dull as he had been before.
Craig wishes he could have Tweek, he wishes that he could have that color that Tweek does.
But he knows it’s too late to save his color and as he watches the pigskin go sailing through the air he wonders if it will hurt Tweek much when he kills him and stamps out that vibrant flash of color, so bright that it makes his chest ache with want. He wonders if Tweek knows he’s so colorful and if he’ll be able to feel it as his color fades away. And, staring intently at Tweek, Craig wonders if the world will mourn its colorful loss or if it will just keep spinning, blissfully unaware of the face lost on the merry-go-round of life.
The teams had been divided rather unfairly, but they know it had been done purposely to their disadvantage. Tweek, Kenny and Butters have been placed on one team while Kyle, Stan and Cartman dominate the other. Tweek and Kenny are the fastest on the field (Tweek only if someone is chasing him), but their speed is stunted by Cartman’s love to tackle them into the dirt. Besides, Stan and Kyle are perfectly coordinated with each other, impossible to stop, flowing their movements together like a pair of dancers. The game is over before it ever begins.
Butters sends the ball flying just before Stan plows into him. Out of some miracle, Tweek captures the ball in his arms and Cartman rounds upon him. Before he knows it, Tweek is dashing down the field with Kenny flanking his side to prevent Cartman from tackling him. They’re both flying across the earth, Tweek driven by panic and Kenny driven by… what? Tweek wonders idly as he glances over to the other blonde. Desire to win? And they almost make it before something sends Kenny flying into Tweek, who yells out in surprise, stumbling to regain his balance before Cartman’s huge mass smashes into Tweek and Kenny, sending them both to the ground in a groaning, crumpled heap.
Somewhere, Stan and Kyle are bitching at Cartman for playing dirty and Butters is trying to keep the peace, but all their words are lost to Tweek amid the clamor of Kenny’s heart and his own. They’re pressed into the ground together, Kenny on top of Tweek and, despite the ache in his bones, Tweek almost feels safe. He wants to press closer to the source of comfort but doesn’t and before he has time to regret it, Kyle and Stan are helping them up from the dirt.
“Oh, wow, guys, I’m like, so sorry.” Cartman says with politeness, though they all know he’s faking it. “I didn’t realize that we were playing football with a bunch of sissies.”
His words go ignored by everyone as Kenny brushes himself off and Tweek stands there, gripping furiously onto the ball and shaking. Kenny presses a hand to Tweek’s shoulder and mumbles something that Tweek doesn’t quite catch.
Stan nods in agreement with whatever Kenny just said and then adds in. “Yeah, dude, what happened with you and Craig?”
The name makes him jump a little more before twitching and asking in a strained tone. “What do you mean?”
“What do we mean?” Kyle repeats, as if the question were directed to Stan and Kyle as one collective conscience. “Dude, he’s been staring at you for months and you’re acting even jumpier than usual.”
“Kahl’s right,” Cartman begins in a serious tone of voice. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s out for blood.”
Tweek yells out in distress and the others are going off at Cartman again, berating him for scaring the living crap out of Tweek every other minute. Kenny laughs quietly in the background before turning back to Tweek.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kenny says, lightly patting Tweek’s back. “Craig is messed up, but all those rumors aren’t true. He can’t do anything to hurt you.”
Tweek wants to ask Kenny how he knows, but doesn’t. Instead, he tries to laugh it off and makes up some excuse that he has to get home.
“Aw, mahn,” Cartman starts to whine, huffing loudly. “Now we’re going to be uneven,” as if they hadn’t been before. “So lame, Tweek, sooo lame.”
Before Tweek can freak out or apologize, Kenny gives a little wave and says, “It’s cool, Tweek invited me over for dinner.” Tweek thanks whatever force had possessed Kenny to and made him say that.
At least now he won’t have to walk home alone.
Craig Tucker thinks that, maybe, he should have considered becoming an actor. He has always had an uncanny ability to fake emotions when he himself was emotionless. His is a good liar and most people are too easy to trick.
When Craig had seen what happened during the football game, he had actually been overcome with a fierce stream of unlabeled emotion; how dare Cartman hurt Tweek like that? And how dare Kenny touch him like that and tell him everything would be alright? What did he know?
But the emotion quickly froze over and was replaced by the cool, hard logic. Craig already knew then what he had to do and it doesn’t upset him in the least. Tweek must stay protected and remain his alone, no matter what.
He chooses Cartman first, because Kenny went home with Tweek and he is too resilient to kill, like a cockroach, refusing to die. Craig will figure out how to deal with him at a later time.
Cartman falls easily into his trap, gobbling up one of Craig’s specially baked cookies. It’s almost pathetic to Craig, to see the idiot fall so quickly and with hardly any effort on Craig’s part. He doesn’t suspect a thing as he greedily stuffs the cookie into his mouth, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chomps down on the desert. Craig stares intently at him, his gaze dead, indifferent, uncaring. It remains that way, even when Cartman gurgles unexpectedly and plunges onto the pavement below, his body overcome with convulsions.
Craig knows that he will never be prosecuted for the act. In South Park, when someone dies or goes missing, people blame it on natural causes or they stop looking. Craig figures that anywhere is better than this place and that’s why no one ever sees ‘Have You Seen This Face?’ on the side of milk cartons or at the grocery bulletin boards.
---
Tweek wishes that he had taken up on Kenny’s offer to sleep over, he wishes that his parents weren’t away visiting relatives and, most of all, he wishes he weren’t so scared of Craig. He’s not sure what was happening to the other, but he knows that he doesn’t like it at all.
It’s dark outside now and Tweek has already turned his light off, crawled up beneath the covers in a vain attempt to get some sleep. He knows he won’t.
Somewhere between all the tossing and turning, Tweek slips into a frail sleep, disturbed by a soft tink! against his window. In a lucid state of mind, his eyes open wearily, drooping before there’s another tink! and he’s semi-awake, legs moving to automatically slide out of bed. For a minute or two, he had completely forgotten about Craig and his problems but by the time he reaches his window, every nightmare awakes with screaming horror inside of his mind.
Craig is outside his window.
And he’s not alone.
---
Craig’s muscles move fluidly and smoothly as he works beneath the light of the moon. He dumps shovels full of fresh dirt back into the deep, dark pit he had dug. Cartman’s body is still twitching as he does so, though it will soon be covered up completely. A smile slides onto his lips, but he cannot identify the emotion that it belongs to.
He hopes that Tweek is still watching. This was all for him, after all, and Craig would hate for him to miss his present. Cartman gives a final, strangled gurgle as dirt pours into his open mouth before he disappears beneath the layer of earth. Craig knows that Cartman will not die right away, that he will be alive and he will know that he’s about to die before he actually does. Craig also knows that it will choke and overcome him slowly and he knows that the worms will crawl across his body to devour him, slipping in through his nose and out of his mouth or eyes. The thoughts bring another, emotionless smile onto his lips and he pushes the remainder of dirt into place, letting out a long sigh.
Slow flakes of snow begin to drift down from the sky, the patch of fresh earth will be frozen and covered by morning and a blanket of purity, innocence will hide his sin. Standing in Tweek’s backyard, he drags his eyes up and gazes intently at the pallid face that is watching him with horror writ plainly across it. Craig smiles yet again and wonders what Tweek is thinking and if he can read lips or not. Because Craig is quite sure that he’s saying ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you’ as if stuck on a loop.
He doesn’t know how long he had been standing there, but he’s leaving now and aware that Tweek still remains in the window. He has other deaths to plan, other bodies to bury in Tweek’s backyard. He cannot be distracted by anything else, even if it was the beautifully pale face in the window, framed by inky blackness and shrouded in absolute terror.
He has work to do.
Author: ienvy
Fandom: South Park
Pairing: Craig/Tweek
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Summary: Craig Tucker is sick. And Craig Tucker is madly, irrevocably obsessed with Tweek Tweak.
Word Count: 2017
Warnings: This story is NOT for those who are easily disturbed or upset. This story is intended to be very morbid and macabre and will contain subjects that most of the population find upsetting. In case you're wondering, these subjects will be along the lines of: stalking, torture, morbid/macabre love, death, suicide, rape and so on, so forth.
Notes: This was inspired/based off of 'The Horror of Our Love' by Ludo.
Directory of Chapters
I’ve murdered half the town,
Left you love notes on their headstones,
I’ll fill the graveyards,
Until I have you.
---
The playground had long ago been a bright, colorful blob that stood out against the bleak winter backdrop. It had been cheaply constructed and had no maintenance ever done to it and there had been plenty of injuries sustained while playing on the play set, but it had been a cheerful thing nonetheless and kids enjoyed it. Now the bright colors that had once adorned it were faded and dull, unable to escape the ever-constant press of time. It blended in more properly with the gray winter sky behind it now. Stripped of its color, it was no different from everything else and, gradually, it was forgotten by everyone. Without color, it was dull, unimportant and not worth remembering.
Craig likens it to himself. Both are objects that had been robbed of their color and emotion, both discarded by society and those who had once loved them, both faded, dull and broken, both not worthy of remembering without that splash of color to set them apart from the sky, pregnant with snow clouds. Both had faded into the sky, forgotten.
Craig’s fingers twist around two poles, holding the cool metal against his palms as his feet dangle in the air. From here, he can watch as Tweek struggles to play football with those jerks. The boy’s shock of blond hair sets him apart from the others, makes him stick out like white against a black backdrop, like the yang inside of yin.
Tweek has not faded with time, he has not lost the bright color that encircles him and he has stubbornly remained as bright as ever.
Craig thinks he’s beautiful. Like that single face one is able to identify on a spinning merry-go-round, even after the others have all melted together in a surreal whirl of color. And when Craig pictures it in his mind, suddenly everything makes sense and he’s able to separate black from white and he can just reach that normalcy he craves as he pushes the dull gray shroud off of his shoulders, struggling to become black or white and not somewhere stuck in between. But then Tweek’s face is lost and the merry-go-round vanishes and all that is left is Craig sitting alone on the playground, just as gray and dull as he had been before.
Craig wishes he could have Tweek, he wishes that he could have that color that Tweek does.
But he knows it’s too late to save his color and as he watches the pigskin go sailing through the air he wonders if it will hurt Tweek much when he kills him and stamps out that vibrant flash of color, so bright that it makes his chest ache with want. He wonders if Tweek knows he’s so colorful and if he’ll be able to feel it as his color fades away. And, staring intently at Tweek, Craig wonders if the world will mourn its colorful loss or if it will just keep spinning, blissfully unaware of the face lost on the merry-go-round of life.
The teams had been divided rather unfairly, but they know it had been done purposely to their disadvantage. Tweek, Kenny and Butters have been placed on one team while Kyle, Stan and Cartman dominate the other. Tweek and Kenny are the fastest on the field (Tweek only if someone is chasing him), but their speed is stunted by Cartman’s love to tackle them into the dirt. Besides, Stan and Kyle are perfectly coordinated with each other, impossible to stop, flowing their movements together like a pair of dancers. The game is over before it ever begins.
Butters sends the ball flying just before Stan plows into him. Out of some miracle, Tweek captures the ball in his arms and Cartman rounds upon him. Before he knows it, Tweek is dashing down the field with Kenny flanking his side to prevent Cartman from tackling him. They’re both flying across the earth, Tweek driven by panic and Kenny driven by… what? Tweek wonders idly as he glances over to the other blonde. Desire to win? And they almost make it before something sends Kenny flying into Tweek, who yells out in surprise, stumbling to regain his balance before Cartman’s huge mass smashes into Tweek and Kenny, sending them both to the ground in a groaning, crumpled heap.
Somewhere, Stan and Kyle are bitching at Cartman for playing dirty and Butters is trying to keep the peace, but all their words are lost to Tweek amid the clamor of Kenny’s heart and his own. They’re pressed into the ground together, Kenny on top of Tweek and, despite the ache in his bones, Tweek almost feels safe. He wants to press closer to the source of comfort but doesn’t and before he has time to regret it, Kyle and Stan are helping them up from the dirt.
“Oh, wow, guys, I’m like, so sorry.” Cartman says with politeness, though they all know he’s faking it. “I didn’t realize that we were playing football with a bunch of sissies.”
His words go ignored by everyone as Kenny brushes himself off and Tweek stands there, gripping furiously onto the ball and shaking. Kenny presses a hand to Tweek’s shoulder and mumbles something that Tweek doesn’t quite catch.
Stan nods in agreement with whatever Kenny just said and then adds in. “Yeah, dude, what happened with you and Craig?”
The name makes him jump a little more before twitching and asking in a strained tone. “What do you mean?”
“What do we mean?” Kyle repeats, as if the question were directed to Stan and Kyle as one collective conscience. “Dude, he’s been staring at you for months and you’re acting even jumpier than usual.”
“Kahl’s right,” Cartman begins in a serious tone of voice. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s out for blood.”
Tweek yells out in distress and the others are going off at Cartman again, berating him for scaring the living crap out of Tweek every other minute. Kenny laughs quietly in the background before turning back to Tweek.
“Don’t worry about it,” Kenny says, lightly patting Tweek’s back. “Craig is messed up, but all those rumors aren’t true. He can’t do anything to hurt you.”
Tweek wants to ask Kenny how he knows, but doesn’t. Instead, he tries to laugh it off and makes up some excuse that he has to get home.
“Aw, mahn,” Cartman starts to whine, huffing loudly. “Now we’re going to be uneven,” as if they hadn’t been before. “So lame, Tweek, sooo lame.”
Before Tweek can freak out or apologize, Kenny gives a little wave and says, “It’s cool, Tweek invited me over for dinner.” Tweek thanks whatever force had possessed Kenny to and made him say that.
At least now he won’t have to walk home alone.
Craig Tucker thinks that, maybe, he should have considered becoming an actor. He has always had an uncanny ability to fake emotions when he himself was emotionless. His is a good liar and most people are too easy to trick.
When Craig had seen what happened during the football game, he had actually been overcome with a fierce stream of unlabeled emotion; how dare Cartman hurt Tweek like that? And how dare Kenny touch him like that and tell him everything would be alright? What did he know?
But the emotion quickly froze over and was replaced by the cool, hard logic. Craig already knew then what he had to do and it doesn’t upset him in the least. Tweek must stay protected and remain his alone, no matter what.
He chooses Cartman first, because Kenny went home with Tweek and he is too resilient to kill, like a cockroach, refusing to die. Craig will figure out how to deal with him at a later time.
Cartman falls easily into his trap, gobbling up one of Craig’s specially baked cookies. It’s almost pathetic to Craig, to see the idiot fall so quickly and with hardly any effort on Craig’s part. He doesn’t suspect a thing as he greedily stuffs the cookie into his mouth, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chomps down on the desert. Craig stares intently at him, his gaze dead, indifferent, uncaring. It remains that way, even when Cartman gurgles unexpectedly and plunges onto the pavement below, his body overcome with convulsions.
Craig knows that he will never be prosecuted for the act. In South Park, when someone dies or goes missing, people blame it on natural causes or they stop looking. Craig figures that anywhere is better than this place and that’s why no one ever sees ‘Have You Seen This Face?’ on the side of milk cartons or at the grocery bulletin boards.
---
Tweek wishes that he had taken up on Kenny’s offer to sleep over, he wishes that his parents weren’t away visiting relatives and, most of all, he wishes he weren’t so scared of Craig. He’s not sure what was happening to the other, but he knows that he doesn’t like it at all.
It’s dark outside now and Tweek has already turned his light off, crawled up beneath the covers in a vain attempt to get some sleep. He knows he won’t.
Somewhere between all the tossing and turning, Tweek slips into a frail sleep, disturbed by a soft tink! against his window. In a lucid state of mind, his eyes open wearily, drooping before there’s another tink! and he’s semi-awake, legs moving to automatically slide out of bed. For a minute or two, he had completely forgotten about Craig and his problems but by the time he reaches his window, every nightmare awakes with screaming horror inside of his mind.
Craig is outside his window.
And he’s not alone.
---
Craig’s muscles move fluidly and smoothly as he works beneath the light of the moon. He dumps shovels full of fresh dirt back into the deep, dark pit he had dug. Cartman’s body is still twitching as he does so, though it will soon be covered up completely. A smile slides onto his lips, but he cannot identify the emotion that it belongs to.
He hopes that Tweek is still watching. This was all for him, after all, and Craig would hate for him to miss his present. Cartman gives a final, strangled gurgle as dirt pours into his open mouth before he disappears beneath the layer of earth. Craig knows that Cartman will not die right away, that he will be alive and he will know that he’s about to die before he actually does. Craig also knows that it will choke and overcome him slowly and he knows that the worms will crawl across his body to devour him, slipping in through his nose and out of his mouth or eyes. The thoughts bring another, emotionless smile onto his lips and he pushes the remainder of dirt into place, letting out a long sigh.
Slow flakes of snow begin to drift down from the sky, the patch of fresh earth will be frozen and covered by morning and a blanket of purity, innocence will hide his sin. Standing in Tweek’s backyard, he drags his eyes up and gazes intently at the pallid face that is watching him with horror writ plainly across it. Craig smiles yet again and wonders what Tweek is thinking and if he can read lips or not. Because Craig is quite sure that he’s saying ‘I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you’ as if stuck on a loop.
He doesn’t know how long he had been standing there, but he’s leaving now and aware that Tweek still remains in the window. He has other deaths to plan, other bodies to bury in Tweek’s backyard. He cannot be distracted by anything else, even if it was the beautifully pale face in the window, framed by inky blackness and shrouded in absolute terror.
He has work to do.