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Tweek Tweak did not have the capacity to deal with his monsters. He did not know how many days he had gone with his nightmarish hallucinations. No matter his state of consciousness, every beat of his heart brought on a new one. There was nowhere he could go to feel safe, because the monsters came from within him. He could try not to think, try not to breathe, try not to exist, but he gained nothing from it. If the shadows didn't strangle him now, the things with blades for fingers would chop him to bits later. And if he had given in to the demands that the wind whispered and drowned himself in the bathtub, that would be just as bad. It would mean that he had given up; forfeited the game of life.
Craig would have been disappointed.