Last chapter!
Eddsworld belongs to Edd Gould
The story A Christmas Carol belongs to Charles Dickens
Now KEEP CALM AND READ ON!
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Tord banged on the door.
"Matt, you've been in there for hours!"
"Just let me brush my teeth!"
Tord groaned in response. He needs to leave later today. (You know, back to Norway.)
Tord then proceeded back to the living room, and sat down next to his packed luggage.
He sighed, until he heard a knock from the door.
He got up to open i-
"Tom?"
Tom was haggard looking (after running away from some suspicious people and fangirls), while dressed in a winter attire. His face showed a nervous smile, coated in light amounts of sweat.
"Tord! I-I didn't know you came! I-"
"You didn't need to know anyway." Tord said, half-heartedly bitterly, wishing the tension between them died away.
He knew Tom was boastful, drunk-prone, famous, random while he was the complete opposite: Humble, sober, secretive, insane-like. Okay, maybe not so opposite. Somewhere there.
"Uh, is Matt home?"
"Well, yeah." *sigh* "Just, what are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? Am I not welcome in my friend's house?" Tom replied, the second line in a sarcastic manner.
Tord sighed. "Just come in." And he let Tom in, quietly cursing in his breath.
He knew Tom wouldn't let go of something so quickly, unlike him. Tom was easily prone to bitterness, while he, well, was the same in some occasions.
He noticed that Tom carried two bags on his right arm, as Tom closed the door behind him.
But before he could ask, Matt entered.
"Happy now, Tor-Tom! Dear Lord, you're here!"
Before Tom could respond, Matt squeezed him into a hug. Then Matt let him go.
"Merry Christmas, Tom."
"Uh, yeah. T-thanks." Tom had a bittersweet smile.
"I knew you'd come." Matt said, turning to one of the mirrors in his house. (For someone like him, he needs to be admired in his own home. Let's say he's got about, um, 7, yeah 7, 7 mirrors in his house.)
"So what's with the bags?" Tord asked.
"You mean these?" Tom replied, dangling the bags. "Well, this one's for you, and the other's for-"
"Me?"
Tom smiled. "Yep."
"Yay!" Then Matt grabbed the bag.
When Tord opened his, he got a bag of ammo, a novel, well, an adult novel and a letter from Tom.
"Uh, Tord?"
"Yeah?" The Norwegian turned to Tom, before he could read the letter.
"I just wanted to say sorry-"
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Eddsworld's Another Christmas Carol
FanfictionTom has changed. He's become colder by the minute since Edd's death and it's ruining his relationship with his friends. As Christmas comes, his deadly fate changes as Edd comes back to him to save Tom and himself, to prove his strong friendship with...
