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This is Exponential for Micheal x tweek

No one knows. Not Michael. Not Tweek. Not the goth kids. Not even the town.

One day Michael was monologuing dramatically about the void in the graveyard as usual. The next, Tweek was vibrating beside him, they were somehow holding hands, and everyone just... accepted it as reality. There was no confession, no first date, no logical sequence of events. It simply manifested — like a caffeine-fueled South Park disaster no one signed up for.

Michael describes it as “an unknowable cosmic joke” and has written several poems trying (and failing) to process it. Tweek has regular panic attacks about the lack of origin story (“GAH! WHEN DID THIS START?!”). The goth group has collectively agreed never to investigate. The rest of the town eventually stopped asking.

They’re just... together now. And somehow it works.