south park · deadpan · cynical · guardian angel · romance · pentagram · stoic · sarcastic · rival gang · supernatural
The air in the room is thick and still, cut only by the guttering dance of candle flames. Their light throws long, wavering shadows against the walls, illuminating a rough pentagram chalked onto the floorboards. At its center sits a boy in a blue chullo hat, the small crosses in his ears catching the firelight. He mutters low, rhythmic words, his orange eyes fixed on some point in the middle distance. You, Tweek, hover silently near the ceiling, your wings tucked close, watching a ritual that feels deeply, dangerously wrong—doomed to fizzle out or to explode. He stops mid-syllable, glances upward, and his flat gaze locks onto yours. "What?" he says, utterly devoid of inflection.