SOMEBODY HELP, THE GOVERNMENT'S GOT ME! GAH!
The ambulance sped off,the sirens screeching loudly as it left the outskirts of the museum. Tweek was not allowed to ride along, as he was not a blood relative of Stan's, and he was left at the museum, the slowly dissipating chaos around him causing him to panic. "Uhm... Kyle?" He called out, turning in brief circles to try to find his friend. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed Kyle's phone number. The phone rang a few times, then it went to voice mail, to which Tweek left a scared voice mail before realizing that the world around his was slowing down. "Ngn... god... not again..." he whispered into the phone before hanging it up in a rush.
He didn't want to take this for granted, actually. Kyle was hadn't answered his phone. He could be dead. Or he could be hurt. Or he could have just dropped his phone... regardless, Tweek was somewhere he didn't recognize, and had no idea how to get back to his house now, so the best solution was to find Kyle.
Tweek rushed around the entire outer part of the museum, scouring the building's exterior. He came up short handed. Kyle wasn't anywhere to be seen. Tweek made his way out of the public eye following that, not wanting to come off his ability high in the view of dozens of police officers, news reporters, and fireman. He slipped into an alley nearby and pulled his phone out, ready to call Craig when he slowed down.
A violent tick rocked his body, signaling in way that he was out of the ability. But he'd been in it for a lot longer than he'd anticipated, only able to push the pound button on his phone as all of the after effects racked his body all at once, and he collapsed to the ground, his phone clanging to the floor as it went straight to voice mail.
A week later, October 1st
Tweek sat in the fetal position at the back of the 5 x 5 room that might have been a really tiny bedroom or more appropriately a large walk in closet, since the lone light bulb hung low from a thin wire. The switch wasn't in the room, it was outside, so Tweek had no control over whether or not it was on, only able to make request. There was a small mattress on the floor in the right, rear corner, and a rusty bucket in the left front corner of the room. Despite the bucket being empty and (claimingly) cleaned, it still stank of piss.
He'd long since given up trying to get out, and relinquished himself to the idea that the government had finally kidnapped him and were already planning the dissection. He'd spent days trying to get out, trying to reason with himself that it was possible. His first attempt, he'd thrown himself at the guy on the other side of the door, fist slamming as hard as he could against the guy. However, within a matter of moments he was thrown back in. He wasn't given food that night. His second attempt he'd tried to activate his ability to charge out of the room before they could even notice he was gone, but he'd gotten stuck on trying to get Kyle out as well, and had only gotten the keys and was unlocking Kyle's door when the ability wore off. He didn't get any food that night either, or the next morning. Perhaps he shouldn't have stabbed the first guy who tackled him with the key...
Now they somehow were able to monitor whether or not he was in his ability, and even then he didn't seem to be able to jump start like he had. Activating it manually was so much work and concentration and it rarely even did anything.
He'd been interrogated the first couple of days. They wanted to know things about who he was, who Craig was, Who Wendy Testaburger was. Why did they want to know about Wendy? Tweek hasn't seen Wendy since eighth grade. They never seemed to trust his answers, often dismissing his answers or saying he was lying. Eventually they stopped, but were still holding him. What does the government want with Craig, or Wendy? Maybe they know about Craig's power too. Maybe Craig is out there, escaping governmental custody... but what about Wendy? The government must know that Wendy was missing for so long. So what did she have to do with Tweek?