#cane boy

[yourfavoritearchnemesis]

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[twitchytweek]

No Clue where I am... What time it is... or How things could get any worse.

Tagging: Michael

Time of reference: Ferkle is charging through the halls to find Wendy and chaos is ensuing outside the building as the police officers try to maintain peace following the explosions that rattled the building. Kyle has run off in search of his Super Best Friend, following the sound of gunfire, and Mike is looking for an entrance into the museum, sure that his 'friend' Ferkle is inside.

While the police officers were busy keeping peace and blocking of the entrances to the museum, Tweek had managed to slip through undetected and into the building through one of the more obscure emergency exits after woman had rushed out with a four year old boy pressed to her body, his arms and legs wrapped rightly around her as her arms were wrapped tightly around him. All Tweek had to do was squeeze behind her and into the maze that was the museum. 

There were still several people inside the museum, most were fleeing the scene while others were frozen in terror with no one around to snap them from their shocked state. Most notably for Tweek was a tall, lanky gothic boy that he recognized. It was only a faint recognition, but he was sure that the poor was Michael, someone who'd fought alongside him in the console wars of fourth grade. He seemed distressed, his hands in his head, and he seemed unaware of the burning building. Tweek hurried over to the boy, calling his name as he did so, although he doesn't seem to have heard him. Amongst the chaos, Tweek wasn't surprised.

As soon as Tweek was standing next to the guy - probably the first time and the only time he'll ever look down to him - he squatted down and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Michael?" He said, clarifying it was the gothic boy from South Park.