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Police sirens. That's all I want to remember. Police sirens nearing the coffee shop. I thought they'd pass by like usual. Then they came in. Then they started searching the place. Then they found, the sugar..
"Do you think they fed some to the kid?"
"Well of course! Look at her?!" The cop pointed at me as if I was just a thing. A creature separate to them.
When they started to take my parents I began to kick and thrash and scream. What else would I have done? They were taking the only family I had! That's when they genuinely treated me like an animal. They tossed me into a car and quickly used restraints to keep me down. When we got to the station I just became another piece of evidence. An assist to getting my parents arrested.
Apparently neither of my parents were really who they said they were. Atleast for most of their lives. Stevens Petrov and Mary Ann, were their birth names. They supposedly changed them as a gag when making their fake IDs in college to get into bars, but slowly became them once they moved to South Park. Because South Park just needed you to have an ID they didn't care if it was fake or not.
And so my life ended. And I was sent to an adoption center.
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4 Years later
"You what?"
"I wanna join your band Red! really! I kinda can play the guitar and piano and uh- I can sing! yeah- I- I swear! I use to take lessons!" Tweek fiddled with his hands as he spoke, did they even need a pianist? a vocalist? hopefully not a guitarist since he can only play about 3 chords and a half.. Hell he'll have to get a new guitar cause he's pretty sure they're mainly electronic!
"Is that all?" she asked, fixing the strap of her bass. he clasps his hands together and then switches to holding them behind his back. The worst she can say is no right? "How do you do with multi-tasking?" Tweek immediately replies without a second thought "Great! Amazing! I can sleep and paint at the same time!" He actually did once, sleep walking shenanigans. That painting still stands as the best he's ever made
"Hm." she looks around a bit, like shes trying to find her response in the clouds "You can sing and play the guitar. You do have an electric one right?"
"Yes! Oh my gosh thank you so so so much red!! I wont let you down I swear!" He goes to shake her hand but she quickly pulls away and shoo's him off "First practice is tomorrow at starks pond. Be there by 3:00 after school." Tweek nods, his cheeks a bit pink from embarrassment "Sorry- yeah ill be there!"
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2 months later. March 5th, 2004
"Kevin Stoley?" Heidi asks, putting her sticks down, getting up and moving her drums into a bush to get ready to go. She didn't like having to move the entire thing so she just hid it in the bushes till we came back, surprisingly they've always been left untouched. They had been practicing all afternoon, but the street lights were about to come on. So they had to get going
"yeah, so its an even number of boys and girls. The audience will like that." she speaks as she pulls her bass strap up and over her head. "Plus we need someone who doesn't have a squeaky voice" she settles her bass into its case and zips it up, standing up to go get Tweeks microphone from its stand, and its that moment when what she said registered in his head
"Hey! I can't sing any lower without it sounding bad!" he helps her get the mic out and collapses the stand, still giving her the stink eye before rolling them "Its not like I can jab a needle in my arm and have testosterone blast through my blood!"
"Maybe having a dick in the first place would help"
Tweek just scoffed and ripped the mic from her hand. Saying nothing more as he puts everything in his bag
March 12th; 1:00pm
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Tweek stirred awake as he hears his phone go off. he was already half way off the bed so he slumped onto the ground and sat up to answer the phone. "Hello?" he said, as awake as he could make it since he assumed it was 12 or so already.. "Hey tweeky.. did you sleep good?" Red whispered from the other line, softly and sweetly, which was unnatural for her. "Uhm..Yeah?" "Yeah? Well i just wanted to tell you.. YOU"RE AN HOUR LATE TO PRACTICE ASSHAT" That got Tweek to his feet. Scrambling to get ready