'Author's Note: This isn't the first fiction I've ever written, and this isn't the first account I've had on here. But it's been so long, so if you would tell me your honest opinions of this story, that would be amazing.

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Chapter 1: The stormy argument

"Controversy breaks as the storm starts getting nearer the town of South Park, Colorado. It is the most dangerous storm that has happened in this town since 1957." Said the news reporter on the T.V. "All citizens are permitted to stay inside, and must have all doors and windows locked. This storm has already done severe damages to Denver, Colorado. Which means that-"

That was the moment the power went out. Though it didn't go out on a good time. It went out right when a paranoid Tweek Tweak heard all of the news broadcast.

'Severe damages? Storm? 1957?' The boy thought to himself. He began shaking in fear. Of course it is typical for Tweek to be afraid and shake in fear and think about only the bad side to things. Although now, he looked like someone that belonged in those one rooms in mental hospitals that had cushioned walls and floors. Yes, THAT bad!

"MOM! DAD! THE STORM! IT'S COMING! ARE WE GOING TO DIE?" Tweek shouted at his parents.

He expected the usual, "No son, everything is going to be fine. Have some coffee to help calm your nerves." Instead, Mr. and Mrs. Tweak remained silent. They didn't even look at their son. That only made things worse.

"Mom?" Tweek asked, calmly.

"Yes?" His mother replied.

"Are we going to be okay?"

"Of course we are. Don't worry, the storm will blow over soon."

Tweek smiled. At least he got some closure, but he was still scared that the storm is going to kill him.

CRASH! BOOM!

"AHHHHH!" Tweek jumped off the couch, which he and his parents are sitting on, and into his mother's lap.

Mrs. Tweak groaned in annoyance. "Sweetie, why can't you just-"

BOOM BOOM. NOTICE ME, FOR I AM THUNDER DAMMIT!

"THE STORM! THE STORM!" The paranoid boy cried, hiding his face I his mother's chest.

"It's a thunderstorm. That's it. Please, get over yourself!" Suddenly, the room grew quiet.

"W-what did you just s-say?" Tweek asked.

"I said, 'Why can't you get over yourself?' Every time something happens in this town, you freak out like some abused little puppy!" His mother said sharply. The words were beyond harsh to Tweek. His mother was always someone he went to for help. So why is she suddenly turning on him?

"D-dad?" Tweek looked at his father who was sitting next to his mother on the couch.

"Your mother has a point, son. You're 10 years old now. Sure everyone is afraid sometimes, but we need a son who is a man, not a coward." Never in his life has Tweek ever felt more betrayed. Both his parents, insulting him, telling him to change. 'It's your fault I'm like this!' He wanted to yell, though he was too hurt to say it.

It is Mr. and Mrs. Tweak's fault that their son is such a mess. He's paranoid since his parents always told him crazy stories about the dangers of the world, real or fake, when he was young. He's spazzy since his parents made him super addicted to coffee. He has trust issues since his parents always messed with him. That is the life of Tweek Tweak. Nothing could ever change that. Not even if he was put into the cushioned room of a mental hospital.

BOOM BOOM! HAHA, YOU FAGGOTS ARE SCARED OF THE MUSIC OF MY PEOPLE!

Again, Tweek buried his face in his mother's chest and screamed.

"Richard, I think we should have raised him better." Said Tweek's mom to his dad.

You think? Tweek thought to himself. "YOU THINK?" He screamed at his mother. He forced himself out of his mother's lap.

"Tweekie, are you-"

"DON'T CALL ME TWEEKIE!" The boy shouted. "IT'S YOUR FAULT THAT I'm THE WAY THAT I AM!"

"OUR FAULT? How is this our fault?" Asked Mr. Tweak.

"Hmm, I don't know." Said Tweek, sarcastically. "Maybe because you always tooled with my feelings for kicks?"

"Tweek this isn't like you, yelling at us, being angry. Where's our spazzy little coward?" Said his mother.

"I AM NOT A COWARD! I'M MAD BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL TURNING ON ME FOR NO REASON!"

His parents looked at one another and smiled. "See Cindy. He stuck up for himself. I told you he is becoming a man." Said his father.

"What? Is this some kind of a joke to you? Because it's not funny!"

"No, it's a test you see." Said his mother.

"A test?" Said Tweek. "A TEST? I'll tell you what, I may have passed my test as a man, but you both failed yous as parents!" Tweek shot a dirty look to his parents and stomped to the door. He forgot about the huge storm and walked outside. 'My life isn't some test!' He screamed all his anger and began to run. He about left the driveway when-

FLASH!

What did you think? A bit dramatic, I know, but I promise the rest of the story won't be so dramatic. So, what did you people think? I haven't written in a while, so please let me know if I still got it or lost my grip. THANK YOU FOR READING! PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW SO I KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE OR BAIL!