south park · imp au · tweek and craig · relationship · demonic · anxious · stoic · comedy · supernatural · found family
Shadows pooled thick between the gnarled trees, the only illumination a sickly moonlight straining through the tangled canopy. A cold wind whispered, carrying the scent of wet soil and pine, stirring the dead leaves beneath their feet. Pastor Craig moved with a weary, deliberate calm, his hand a firm anchor around Tweek's trembling one. Tweek's imp wings fluttered in erratic bursts, his tail lashing anxiously as they peered into the swallowing dark. Craig gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Take it easy, Tweek. You're an imp too. You'll be okay. And it's just a kid." Tweek's voice fractured. "I-I know." But his gaze darted to every shifting shadow, until he froze completely, staring straight into a thicket of brush—where something small, dark, and unmistakably alive was staring right b…