chapter two

art credit goes to @tuckerenthusiast

Craig

I felt a little sorry for hitting him on the head. He seemed so fragile laying there on the floor.Clyde Donovan, one of my best friends started crying: „Dude you k-killed him."Token Black another one of my best friends got on the floor next to the blonde guy and felt his pulse.„Relax. He's just unconscious. But seriously Craig, why did you need to hit him? He isn't even infected or anything.", Token states.I shrug: „He would have seen us."„Did you hear something?", a male voice from upstairs asks.„No, but where's Tweek? Didn't he wanna check up every 10 minutes?", another voice exclaims.„You're right. Let's check the basement."„Hold on, let's wait for Kenny and Butters. If something happened then there's strength in numbers."„You're right Kev."They kept on talking about something about Star Wars or Star Trek and I turn to face Clyde and Token.„Fuck.", I mutter.„Now what?", Clyde asks whiny.„I have an idea. How about we stay neutral until we know for sure if they're evil or good?", Token rationally suggests.Clyde and I look at eachother and then nod.„Let's go upstairs then. And Craig you're carrying the blonde since you're the one that knocked him out.", Token orders while taking Clyde by the hand and moving upstairs.I pick the small boy up using the cradle method. I walk upstairs behind my friend. That guy's really skinny, I think feeling his spine and ribs very clearly through the fabric of his shirt. But nonetheless he has muscles. So he's a fighter.Token holds his hands up to the strangers to signal that we don't mean to harm them. He nudges Clyde who quickly does the same.„What did you do to Tweek?", a small blonde boy asks accusingly.Over his left eye is a silver scar. He's probably blind on that one. Anger is burning in them as he looks at me.„I accidentally knocked him out because he scared the shit out of us. Also we don't know him. And we don't know you.", I say sounding as monotone as always, „can I lay the dude on the couch or whatever?"The guy with the orange parka wrapped around his waist next to the small blonde nods. I gently put the fragile blonde on the couch and get back to my friends. „We're not going to hurt you, if you won't hurt us.", Token states diplomatically.The dude with the orange parka looks at the others: „What do you think?"„Well they did knock one of our leaders out...", one of the dark haired boys says.„But we could form an alliance. I bet Tweek would like that.", the small blonde with the scar suggests.„But didn't Tweek say something about that every decision needs to be agreed upon by the whole council?", parka guy interjects.„Yeah I think you're right." one of the dark haired boys agrees.„But this is a state of emergency. They'll understand. I know that Tweek can convince them without any harm done.", scar boy says.The 4 boys all exchange a look and then nod.„So it's decided. What do you say to our alliance proposal? If you accept we'll tell you everything you need to know about us. We expect the same of you of course.", the guy with the orange parka looks at us expectantly.Token looks at me, then at Clyde. We both nod.„We agree.", Token holds his hand out to the orange parka guy.He smirks and takes it shaking it firmly.

„So how about some introductions to start with?", Clyde asks shyly.„Great idea!", the parka guy agrees, „why don't you guys start?"Clyde shifts with his feet uncomfortably on the floor before he takes a deep breath and starts to talk: „My name is Clyde Donovan. These guys are Token Black and Craig Tucker the best friends in the whole world. We're all 16 years old."The blonde with the scar smiles at the three of us: „It's nice to meet you guys."„Now it's your turn.",  I say.The scar guy looks to the parka guy who is now sitting next to the skinny blonde guy and stroking his hair.„Well I'm Kenny.", the parka guy, Kenny states.„My name is Leopold but my nickname is Butters or Leo whatever you wanna call me. These two guys", the blonde with the scar, Butters, pointing at the two dark haired boys, „are Kevin and Jason. We're 16 too. Except for Tweek and I. Tweek's the one you knocked out. He's 15."„Your leader is younger than you?", I ask with an eyebrow raised.„Yup. But you wouldn't think he's that young.", Kevin or Jason remarks.„Craig you need to apologize when he awakes.", Token whispers to me but still making it sound like an order.I nod. Clyde and Token continue on chatting with our newly found allies while I drift off into my thoughts.