What's Wrong With Me | TYDE/CREEK | South Park Fanfiction ✔️

Chapter Ten

Ring... Ring... Ring...

"I swear to God, if I have to -ngh!- call him one more time," Tweek said, holding his phone out in front of him, the phone set on speaker.

"Maybe he's sleeping," Token suggested.

Then, the ringing stopped. They heard a voice coming from the other line. "Mm..." Clyde grumbled into the phone. "Tweek... I'm trying to fucking sleep."

Craig leaned over Tweek to speak into the phone. "Come over."

"What?" Clyde said. "Craig? Wait, who called me?"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

Token rolled his eyes. "Craig, don't confuse him, he's half-asleep. Clyde, this is Token speaking now. Me, Jimmy, Craig, and Tweek are all at Craig's house right now and want you to join us. Please?"

Clyde pondered his response for a moment. He really didn't want to go over, but Token said please. He couldn't possibly say no to that. Plus, he had been blowing them off a hell of a lot recently, so he figured this time could make up for it. "I guess," He agreed. "I gotta get ready though."

"Okay, that's fine," Token said. "See you soon."

"Bye."

Tweek hung up the phone and Token smiled widely. "I can't believe he actually agreed!"

"I know," Jimmy said, smiling as well.

"Okay, we need some questions to ask him," Token said. "But they need to be good questions. Or at least questions that could inform us enough to bring us closer to whatever answer we're looking for. Let's see... What do we already know about him?"

"He likes tacos," Craig pointed out.

Token facepalmed. "No, I mean, what do we already know about that could be bothering him?"

Craig thought for a second. "...He gets sad easily?"

"Yes, we know that too. But why?"

"He's sensitive?"

"No, I mean what's making him sad?"

"I'm afraid C-C-Craig isn't smart enough for this," Jimmy said before Craig could answer. "You'd be surprised how even asking the simplest of questions could get him th-thinking for hours."

Craig gave Jimmy a light kick. "Okay, you come up with an answer then, Einstein."

"Let's see, w-what makes Clyde sad..." Jimmy thought for a second. "Clyde gets s-suh-sad over a lot of things. Like when he can't z-zip up his backpack p-p-properly. That gets him sulking for days."

"Okay, forget whatever makes him sad then," Token said. "Questions."

"As far as questions go we could ask him the basics. Such as random shit about school. Like his thoughts on different subjects. Maybe it's as simple as a bad teacher that's upsetting him," Craig said.

"No, God damnit, a bad teacher wouldn't stunt his eating!" Token snapped. "That's the fucking issue here. Hell, maybe you're the problem, Craig."

"Me? What'd I do?"

"Oh, please. You're always so damn mean to him."

"Craig's m-m-mean to everyone though," Jimmy put in. "It's k-kinda his thing."

"That's no excuse," Token said. "Clyde takes things to heart and you know that very well, Craig."

"Hey, it's not my fault Clyde's an oversensitive baby," Craig said, getting a bit agitated.