(REWRITE) Lost & Found: Eddsworld x Child!Reader

part VIII

"Tord?"

"Tom, is that you?" Tord rushed down the stairs, greeted by his friend's face. Relief washed over him, glad that it was just Tom. He didn't hold that relief for long.

Two bloody bodies littered the floor of the basement and Tord froze, nearly unable to look away from them. Tom looked back, face riddled with distress. He was hunched over on the floor, holding onto something. Wait, no, someone.

"Tord, something–" His voice was strained, "Something happened."

He was holding his mother in his arms. She was limp, seemingly motionless. Tord looked on with horror. He hurried towards them, stepped over the bodies, and crouched down beside his friend.

"She's still breathing," Tom took a short, shaky breath, "I tried to stop them, I swear! They were going to kill her and I couldn't... I couldn't let them and I–"

Attempted assassination, he realized. Tord stopped him, putting a shaky hand up, then on his friend's shoulder. "Where... where is she hurt?"

"Through her shoulder and her legs, and her side." Tom pointed to the places she was injured the worst. Bullet wounds. He was surprised that she was still alive, given the damage. Tom had already taken to slowing the bleeding with some spare cloth. He gently shook her, not wanting to put her in much more pain.

"Mother," Tord whispered, "Mama, wake up."

She stirred. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at Tord and Tom, pain fogging her eyes. She still managed to smile.

"Tord–"

A tremendous roar overhead interrupted her, it shook the ground and he could feel it rattle through his bones. Fighter jets.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Tord's mother tried to sit up on her own but stumbled.

"Upstairs..." Tord replied, realizing the danger.

Just as his mother was about to speak again, he ran up the stairs and found his little sibling sitting right where he left them, fiddling with their lamb doll. He swept them up quickly, pausing as he spotted the flight of aircraft out the still-open door. They were of the Blue Army.

Tord shook himself from his daze and rushed back downstairs, (Y/N) in his arms. As he held them, pain started to spread from where the blast had hit him.

When he returned back to the basement, Tom helped his mother up. "What are we going to do?"

"Your father prepared us for this situation. We have a safe room, filled with supplies and anything we could need–"

A boom was heard from outside, a few miles away.

"–We need to get there, quick."

Tom nodded and Tord joined him in helping his mother. She winced and groaned in pain with each step but she refused to stop. She led them to the safe room, just a hall and a few secret entrances away.

When Tord managed to crack the entrance door open with the help of his friend, they were met with a rather futuristic-looking room, differing starkly from the rest of the house. Tord had never seen this room before, he'd only known of its existence thanks to his father.

Tord's foot hit something small and rectangular. He picked it up, examining it closely. It didn't look like a bomb, so that was good. There was a strange ring wrapped around the object, and when he spun it a red hologram shot out of its top and lit up the room.