Underestimated (Eddsworld Oneshots)

3.I didnt do it!...Yet.3

//Tord's POV//

I shot up in my bed, panting hard. I held my chest, sweat heading down my forehead. My hands trembled as i slowly gripped onto my chestnut colored hair, on the verge of tears. Echoes started swirling in my ears and in my head, and i couldn't rid of them.
What did I do? The question was.. why was I gonna do the thing I planned to do? Why did I want to hurt everyone this badly? I let out shaky breaths, removing one hand to wipe some stray tears that fell out of my eyes. I sniffled, shakily throwing the covers off my now hot, sticky body. ((Oh my Tord))
I gulped some dry saliva down my throat as I slowly sat up on the bed, letting my feet glide against the carpeting floor.
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(Going into flashback/dream)
I looked around the empty space called a room, everything starting to fit in its proper place.
The bed... the dresser... the nightstand.. the guitar...
Guitar?
Wait, this is Tom's room...
I looked around as new things spread and formed the dream until it was complete. A hand gently grabbed my cheek. It was very warm, and welcoming. I slowly leaned into the touch, my breath hitching a little bit as I slowly turned my head to see who the hand belonged to.
Tom...
"Wh- Tom-?!" I asked, a bit scared- yet flustered at the same time. Tom's eyes were half lidded, giving me almost a.. 'Bedroom' look. I gulped a small bit as he leaned in. I slowly closed my eyelids (now noticing they were actually really heavy for some reason).
...
Nothing happ- wait.. his hand is off of my cheek..
'WHACK'
My eyes shot open, a burning sensation coming all over my cheek.
I shot up a bit, backing up slightly to look at Tom.
Tom's soulless.. black.. sockets stared at me. They were wide, menacing.. It sent shivers up my spine and made me.. cold even. Weird.
"Oh Tord~" he hummed, his grin stretching Into the widest grin I've ever seen. He grabbed the right sleeve of his blue hoodie and cleanly- well sorta.. Ripped off the sleeve, some of the chest area to. "Don't you want to see what you did? What you'll.. do to me?" Tom chuckled. I stared at his exposed arm. It was broken by the elbow, a deep, large cut near the shoulder with a lot of blood running down his arm. He had lots of others cuts too- but what caught my attention were the serious burns that covered his arm.
I looked back up to him and gasped, backing up more as I saw his face.
His hair was badly singed, blood running down his forehead and out of his mouth. I trembled, "N-no.. I d-didn't do th-"
"Of course you did, who else is as heartless?" Tom chuckled, and a harpoon appeared in his hand ((cause that's how dreams work))
He pointed it at my chest and snickered, "Bye bye, Tord~" and with that, he lunged.
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As I walked to Tom's room the dream wouldn't stop replaying in my head. It was such a simple concept of a cliche nightmare, but it hurt me a lot..
I slowly opened Tom's door, or making a deathly creak. I help my breath, waiting for it to become silent before I slowly tip-toed into the room. It was hard to see- but I knew Tom's room well enough to know where I was going (mostly).
I soon found his bed, almost tripping on it in the process. I slowly lifted the covers and crawled in, deciding I'd just be here for a minute to make sure Tom wasn't mad. Right as I got comfortable an arm swung around my chest, grabbing me and pulling me backwards. I held my breath from yelling.
My back hit an odd.. warm surface. I looked up, but before I could someone stuffed their face into my hair. I could tell it was Tom.
My face heated up and I looked down at his grip, but smiled nonetheless and decided being yelled at in the morning was worth it if he got to sleep like this.
He closed his tired eyes, yawning a bit as he did.
"Mhn.. Goodnight Tom.. I love you.."
"Heh, love ya' too, commie.."
Tord wanted to ask on it but thought it was just his imagination from the nightmare. He slowly shook his head and drifted off to sleep.

He had no nightmares that night.