TeratoPhilia

Return

Tom had a demon. Not a demon that plagued him emotionally, though that would've been preferred. No, of course he had to be possessed by a rage demon.

What made it worse for him back then was knowing his parents were being forced to watch as he drifted away from them, shutting himself away so they wouldn't know.

Now, he didn't think about it. Not of the demon, but of his past.

He had to keep the fucker in check. And it was easy. Having fun and the occasional drink seemed to work for the longest time, and Tom really didn't mind.

Sure, occasionally the demon would rear its head and screw him over, but for the most part, he had it under control.

Then Tord showed up.

Fucking Tord.

Even over the course of the day the two had been in proximity of each other, he felt like he was on the brink of killing the damned commie. The only reason he hadn't was because of Edd and Matt.

He tried to keep himself calm and composed for his house search, but that was barely possible. Hell, he wanted to kill the rat puppet weirdo the second he jumped out.

Actually getting a house calmed him down, though.

Then, of course, Tord's wanted poster happened.

Once again, his demon threatened to come out and beat the shit out of the commie, but he panicked once he saw the giant robot and ran faster than he ever thought he could.

His demon, thank Christ (the irony is not lost on Tom), protected him from the missle, but he was beaten up pretty badly. Still, he found enough strength to dig out the harpoon gun and fire it at Tord. He nearly collapsed after that.

He wished it was the end.

It should've been the end.

And yet...

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Tord came back again.

Because of course he had to.

Seeing the robotic arm replacement was... interesting. Tom kept finding himself watching it move and trying to figure out the logistics of it.

"Tom, do you really have to stare?"

Tom glanced up at hearing Edd's voice chastising him.

"Huh? Oh, shit. Sorry." He turned away from Tord and tried not to look back at the arm.

"As I was saying, I think we need to have a reunion lunch at Bob's Diner. Don't you agree?"

Tom begrudgingly nodded along with the others.

This would be hell. Trying to act like he didn't want to kill someone who nearly killed him.

Of course.

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Of course.

His demon.

How could he forget about something like this?

He hadn't even noticed. He thought he had it under control. On any other day, this wouldn't have happened, and he knows it.

Just a bit ago, the lunch had been going well, other than Tord's occasional taunting.

Keywords, had been and occasional.

Tord had said something that really set Tom off.

"Sure, sure, but I bet Mr. Witness over here knows the answer."

"Don't even go there." Tom glared at Tord, trying to figure out in what way to most painfully put down the Norski fuc-