"Maybe if you give this world a chance, you'll actually enjoy it!"
Occurring in the events after The End, Tord has returned to Edd and his friends and everything between them has been repaired. A couple of days before Halloween, Tord is left alone a...
A dream. This is all a dream. It's not real, it could never be. He's not dead, he's not dead, he's not...
All of the air in my lungs became caught in my throat in an instant, even upon knowing who it was that urged me not to cry out for help. My widened, shaky eyes didn't relax, even though I knew Mr. Lollipop was as terrified as I was. The two of us were trembling in the deadly, silent room for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I forced control back into my body, managing to turn my head to face the man behind me. Before Mr. Lollipop could attempt to understand anything I was trying to say, I felt the little hold I had on my mind begin to fail me.
I felt so hollow, a strangled breath was all I could muster as my knees buckled. I fell, my eyes returning back to the mangled mess leaning against the wall in front of me, then I kept falling, deep into confusion and despair. Mr. L crouched beside me, holding tightly onto my shoulders, but I could barely feel a thing.
"Tord!" the brit cried to me. "Please, stay awake for me. I can't afford you to slip out of consciousness, friend. Please, I insist that you keep your eyes open."
"... Lollipop," the words almost didn't leave my lips as I assessed the situation. The more the pieces fell into place, the more my composure shattered. There were only four people here, here in Smileland. One not from here, one just as scared as me, and one dead, murdered, torn apart. It only left one person, that same person who smiled right in my face the whole time. That same bastard who gave me this fucking trenchcoat!
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"Hvordan kunne du?!" I snapped, tugging desperately at the gift Mr. Rainbow provided for me, wanting it off, as far away as possible. As I got more frantic, Mr. Lollipop gripped onto me, the two of us struggling.
"Please Tord, stop at once!" Mr. L snapped at me in his hushed voice. After a few minutes the fiery anger I had ceased, all that was left being a shell of emptiness in me. I stood there motionless, unmoving, then collapsed to the floor with a breathless sigh. From there I stayed, staring blankly at the bloodied wall in front of me. I didn't even flinch when I felt Mr. Lollipop sit right beside me in a long silence.
"...why is this happening?" I spoke finally, my weak voice was barely above a whisper. Mr. L just shook his head slowly, black eyes open with disbelief. Daring to take a glance, I could see the brit's lips move on his pale face, forming the words "Rainbow" over and over again. Mr. Lollipop had become a broken record, no, just broken. Even his lollipops seemed to lose their color. My eyes moved back to the floor after being left with a response of pure quiet.
