Eddsworld AU one shots and stories

Foster

Edd vigorously scrubbed the tile, arms aching. Tom was beside him, dreary and mopping the wooden floors. His right leg was bruised. Matt was making beds until the door rang.
"Get it you rats!" The foster care owner screeched. Matt walked to the door, greeting the newcomers with a warm smile. Jesse came to the door, a boa around her neck. She leaned against the door, talking behind it for a few minutes before guiding a young boy with hair horns and a red hoodie into the room.
"BOOOYYS!" Edd and Matt rushed in to see the new boy, and welcomed him with open arms. Tom stayed back, and Tord caught his eye.
"You four need no further introduction, and now that your 'parents' are gone Tord... Join the others in cleaning the bathrooms and bedrooms." Jesse dismissed them with a wave of her hand. Matt eagerly pushed Tom with the group introducing them.
"I'm Edd, and my parents left me here due to financial problems." Edd said sadly. But brightened as Matt went next.
"I'm Matt, my parents where arrested!" Matt said cheerily. Tord began to become uncomfortable.
"And this is Tom!" Edd pushed Tom closer to Tord, resentment rising.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'm Tom." Tom ended.
"You don't have to-" Edd started.
"And my parents left me because i was a mistake." Tom ended. The room went silent, and Tord looked down at his shoes.
"I'm Tord, as you probably know." He started, lifting his chin.
"And my parents died bravely in a war." Tord ended, receiving oohs and Ahhs from Matt and Edd. Tom sulked back to his room, shared with Matt and Edd of course. Tom didn't like Tord, not a bit. He felt a sharp slap on the shoulder before turning to yet again see Jesse.
"Does this floor, look spotless?!?" She screamed, shoving him onto the floor.
"I would hope not. Otherwise I would see your reflection." Tom retorted. Jesse scoffed and kicked him to the other side of the room. It was a small room, mind you, but still painful to be thrown against.
"No wonder your parents ditched you." Jesse ended, leaving the room. Her words hurt note that the bruise on his side.
"Tom come he- oh my gosh!" Edd rushed over to help Tom off the floor.  Tom pushed Edd away and got up himself, brushing off his sleeves.
"We'd better get back to work." Tom ended, fuming.

Tom didn't eat for a while, as in, days. He ate bits of cheese and leftover caned meals, but that was his limit. He cut himself more and backlashed at Jesse more, getting a lot more injuries. And all because of the commie.
Tom tried to get along, but it never worked. He was always with Edd and Matt, interesting them with distant languages and robotics. Tom barely talked with them anymore. The living space was smaller as well. To make his life more miserable, he had to wear long clothing for two reasons. His wrists and the weather. Each one very painful to deal with. Tom often spent his time with Susan, but even that was cut short when people entered the room.

Jesse got drunk again one night, leaving the four in the bedroom. Edd and Tord where talking, Matt listening intently. Angrily Tom grabbed his headphones, and shifted closer to the closet. He hated this place, himself, and Jesse.
"Show him Edd show him!" Matt begged. Edd grabbed a piece of paper, with his parents name and photo on it. He liked it because he knew they loved him, even if they wherent there. Tom hated the letter, if it where his choice he would burn it. But Edd liked it, so Tom tolerated the paper. Tord looked at it solemnly, smiling at Edd in approval. Tom turned his back to the group receiving a poke from Matt.
"You okay Tom?" Matt asked concerned.
"Perfectly fine." Tom dismissed. Matt shrugged and Tom gladly sighed at his ignorance. Tom didn't realize it until Edd pointed it out, but Tom had been scratching his wrists profusely. Edd reached over to pull Toms sleeves back, and Tom yanked them from his grip.
"Leave me alone." Tom muttered.
"Why? Where your friends!" Edd chided. Tord looked suspicious.
"Some friends." Tom muttered.
"What?" Edd asked, annoyed.
"Nothing! Get back to talking to Commie over there." Tom dismissed.
Edd was taken aback, this was not the Normal Tom, this was a twitchy and angered Tom who had a tolerance for -4 people. Edd persisted to try and grab Toms hands, but it quickly became a tackle as Edd rolled on Tom, his weight over the tiny boy unbearable. Tom hid his hands in his hoodie, scrunching himself into a tiny ball. Matt and Tord laughed, Tord and Matt helping Edd. They eventually got his hoodie off, but not without accedentally hitting Tom. Tom didn't mind it, it was only a scratch, but that didn't stop Tom from examining it. Edd gasped in chorus with Matt who looked in awe of Toms wrists.
"That is so wrong." Tord stated blandly, but with concern.
"Did I ask you communist?" Tom hissed, not receiving much of a reaction from Tord.
"Edd, what are those?" Matt asked curiously at Toms scars. Edds haze shifted uneasily, and Tom retorted with,
"They, it is nothing Matt. Just sighns of pure hatred and desperation." Tom dead panned.
"What's a desperox?" Matt asked, and Tord put a hand on his shoulder. That just worsened Tomd fit. He shot up off the bed and strait to the bathroom, where he came face to face with a communist.
"What do you want?" Tom hissed.
"For you to stop freaking out Matt and Edd." Tord replied, calm and connected.
"What do you know who it freaking out? What do they know! I don't need this, let me through." Tom angrily bared his teeth, having to look up to Tord because of their hight difference.
"If your looking for the razors, check in the garbage truck." Tord replied, aware of Toms recent behavior. Hatred gripped Tom as he swerved out of the doorway, running to the garbage for any sign of them, because the trash cans hadn't been emptied since last week, unfortunately. With no sign of them he stomped back to a smug Tord.
"What do you want from me? I had so little but there you go taking what I had left." Tom said angrily.
"The razors? That's just sad man." Tord said.
"Not the razors idiot. I have other things I like to keep away from strangers." Tord understood what he meant by 'other things' and 'strangers' but not what Tord could possibly have taken from him.
Tord laughed, realization consuming him.
"Hahahaha! You think- ha! Your jealous! You think Edd and Matt like me more!" Tord looked on the verge of crying from laughing so hard.
"Shut up!" Tom screamed. Tord continued.
"I didn't ask to be here, old friend. I'm only here because of fate! And my step parents." Tord looked away. Tom chuckled, then he laughed. He laughed so hard he actually began to cry. His dark eyes became deeper, his hands curled to fists, and his feet where planted on the floor.
"I'm such a hilarious joke to everyone, oh great!" Toms smile creeped Tord out, but saddened him, it was strange. Tord didn't like expressing emotions, e just met Tom, he liked him, to be honest. His hair and eyes, but he never saw him for himself. And this version of Tom was pitiful.
"I'm hilarious." Tom cried, and watched as Tords face fell, his hands over his mouth, concern in his eyes. Tom took this as a weak spot and five for the bathroom. Tord was surprised at the outburst. Tom slammed the door shut, locking it. He took a towel and dried out his soaked shirt and face. He found out soon that Tord was not completely lying about throwing the blades away. They where still there, and Tom repeatedly used them, skin on metal. Tom finished and fell to the floor. The sound of Jesses slurred voice entered the room, obviously angry.
"Look it's Turd! Heh bud, stop makin noose." She tried to open the bedroom door, but Edd and Matt had barricaded  themselves inside.
"Help me get Tom out of the bathroom!" He heard Tord yell.
"Why? Is he cutting again?" Jesse asked.
"Y-yeah! Is there a key? A lock pick?" Tord begged.
"Let him do it boy, he's useless." Jesse slurred. Tom scrunched up into a ball, blood staining the floor. Tord pushed Jesse, shouting at her in Norwegian. Tom could make out most of the words, and he could hear glass breaking and fearful yells from Edd and Matt. The glass was from one end of a beer bottle, the other end now inches away from Tord. Tom had seen this before, and without further hesitation, slammed the door down on Jesse before she could make a final move. She laid there unconscious but alive and well exept for a bruise. Tord hugged Tom and Tom snarled in anger.
"Let go commie." Tom hissed. Tord backed away and opened the door for Matt and Edd to come hurdling through hugging Tom. Blood swam down Toms Palm, and he grabbed a few wraps and coiled it around his wounds.
"Sorry we made you feel that way Tom." Edd hugged him until they grabbed the door off its last hinge, and it fell to the floor.
"I have an idea." Tord stated.

We used the broken door as a stretcher to get Jesse to her room. We gave her Advil and some sleeping pills in a cup of water so once she fell asleep she would drink it and sleep even later. Genius.

Tord sat beside Tom as he slept, Unsatisfied with his own bed. Toms hair brushed Tords leg as he woke up.
"9:40." Tord stated as Tom tried to read the alarm clock. Tom blushed as he realized where Tord was, but didn't question it. Edd was already awake, waking up Matt as well.
"It's the hard knock life." Tom stated blandly, 'eyes' rolling. (You know where this chapter is going)
"It's that all right, the hard knock life." Tord was handed a broom, Matt a dust pan, and Tom a soapy rag.
"Steada treated,
We get tricked! 'Steada kisses,We get kicked!" Tom sang, starting the chorus.
"It's the hard-knock life?" Matt asked, more of a question.
"Got no folks to speak of, so,
It's the hard-knock row we how!" Tord began.
"It's the hard-knock life!
Don't if feel like the wind is always howl'n? Don't it seem like there's never any light! Once a day, don't you wanna throw the towel in? It's easier than puttin' up a fight!" Tom sang, scrubbing vigorously Into the tile.
" No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!  No one cares if you grow...of if you shrink!" Matt sang off tune, looking directly at Tom.
"No one dries when your eyes get wet an' weepy!" Matt continued, sneezing from the dust in the air.him and his strange allergies.
"Santa claus we never see," Matt started sorrowfully.
" Santa Claus? Who's that, who's he?" Tom and Tord said in chorus.
"Yank the whiskers from her chin, Jab her with a safety pin,Make her drink a mickey finn!" Edd yelled, a bit too loud. Stirring sounded from te other room.
"I love you, Jesse!" The four said in unison.
"get to work!
(Whistle) strip them beds!
(Whistle) get to work!" They heard Jesse scream. Tom pulled a boa from the counter and strutted about, mimicking Jesse as she screamed, before drinking the sleeping pills and returning to her previous state. Tord offered a hand to Tom, who gingerly took it, as they danced around the counter. Matt and Edd giggled, trying it themselves but failing worse that a baby would at dancing.
"It's the hard knock life!" Tom sang
"It's the hard knock life!" Tord ended before planting a kiss on Toms lips.