He did not know any of this. He did not know the name of anything. He was just a little demon, after all, and he did not know anything, not anything, at all.
He did not know that the strange, tall things he wandered among, were called trees, or that he was lost and hungry in a thing called a forest. To his eyes, that had never seen anything, except tunnels and darkness, and nice smelly things to eat (with the occasional sorcerer and troll tromping past), this forest was the strangest and most frightening thing he’d ever beheld.
…he was lost and hungry in a thing called a forest.
The dim light of morning made him feel very ill. And those panicked demons, who somehow survived, and who crawled miserably to the shore with Tweek, were feeling the sickness of sunlight as well.
The ground was soft, and frantically they began to dig into it, gouging out huge pits in no time at all, seeking to bury themselves in safe, dark tunnels like the ones they had just fled.
Tweek was no digger himself. He had no claws, no talons and no teeth, not even a pair of hands, but only a little trunk that grew from his face and ended in a growth of tentacles. So he was pretty useless, but nobody noticed him. All the other demons dug madly into the earth, without any plan, only seeking to hide themselves away from the terrible sunlight.
Tweek followed them into the ground, snuffling into the soft earth with his trunk, looking for anything he might eat (for he was dreadfully hungry) and falling further behind the maddened crowds as they burrowed deeper and deeper into the comforting darkness.