Three days (TomTord)

Chapter One: The Wash Room, as in Washing Machines

"I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND!!" Tom screamed, shooting his harpoon strait into Tord's giant robot. Tord fell from the sky, his machine being broken. Edd, Tom, and Matt all got their happy ending and spent time together for as long as they could.

But Tord was left to bleed. Left to bleed and regret hurting his so called friends. He was empty.

Five years later....
Tord's POV

  I ran along the streets, with pouring rain. It's been a little while since I'd been caught. Pretty much a month ago I robbed a bank and gotten enough money to bail out some friends of mine, but thanks to my amazing stealth, I tripped. As of now I'm still a 'criminal'.

  "THERE HE IS!" I heard a low voice call. Not daring to look back, I ran at the speed of light, throwing my hoodie over my head.

By the way I'm being chased by the police right now.

I tore off my coat to make it harder to see me. Eventually I reached an apartment building, and knowing how dumb the people who live here are, I ran inside. My dripping wet clothes hung over me as I bashed into the counter, panting.

"I need.. to...buy a room." I spit out. A man with white hair looked at me suspiciously, but his glasses blocked any further expression in his face.

"Ok.., where's the mone-" Before he could finish I threw a ton of dollar bills at his face.

"Take it all, but I need a FUCKING room!" I yelled.

"Ok, third floor, room four." He said, tossing the keys to me.

"Thanks!" Not waiting I dashed into the elevator and pressed the third button.

"Thank the holy baby Jesus up in heaven."

  The ride took a bit, but once I was on the floor I slumped out the elevator and into the room. It didn't even have a bed, but I didn't care. I dropped to my knees and sighed.

  After a few minutes, I grew uncomfortable with the wet clothes I was in, so I head out and toward the washing room. It took a good ten, fifteen, two hours to find it. Walking in, I saw only one other person in the room, and he was starring the other direction. He had short brown hair, and seemed to be humming to himself. He was in the back of the room, using a washing machine against the wall. The machines were in rows of eight, four rows. The walls were in a ridiculous blue that hurt my eyes. It was probably since I was used to hating all things blue if you know what I'm talking about.

  I walked to the back row myself not wanting attention. In fact, I wanted to stay in the building with NO distractions. My plan was to camp here, break Pau and Pat out of jail, go on with my reckless life, and hopefully murder Tom at some point.

I starred at the washing machine in awe, not having any idea on how to use it.

"Ahh, shit a new neighbor." I heard a somewhat familiar voice call. I didn't bother to look know I got it was most likely the brunette I saw earlier.

"Hey, the name's Edd. Don't kill us and maybe you can stop by for burgers one day, happy to meet you!" He said. My eyes widened to the brim at the words.

"Edd?!" I thought to myself. "EDD LIVES HERE?!" I mentally yelled.

"Ahem, so what's your name?" Edd chirped patiently and waiting for an answer. I couldn't move, and I couldn't decide what to do.