Failed alliances

The end

Eddsworld fanfic
Tom ran back into the house he had been kicked out of, white hot anger burning in his eyes. Finding the door locked, he proceeded to kick it down. Tord turned his head sharply at the noise. "Oh... Tom, what are you doing here?" Tom pulled a piece of paper out of his back pocket and pointed. "Well, what are you doing here?" Tord lifted his hands into the air and sighed. "Ok, you got me. I just came back for something I left behind. " He slowly crept to the large button in the middle of the room, and slammed his fist on it, a psychopathic smile playing on his lips. It faded quickly though, as a silicon tube descended from the ceiling. "My hat!" Tom wasn't buying it, and rammed into him, slamming his body agents a shelf. "Tom! What the hell?" Tubes crashed to the floor, the contents mixing and changing color rapidly. "I really find it hard to believe that's all the button does." Tord kicked Tom in the shin, then proceeded to pin him down. "Oh, Tom. You should really learn not to mess with me." Tom felt a surge of strength pass through him, and he shoved Tord off. He scrambled to a standing position, but quickly fell over for the liquids drenching the floor. Tord laughed and pulled a knife from his pocket. "I didn't want to do this, Tom, but you leave me no choice." His Irises turned red hot, as he went to plunge the knife into his old friends stomach. Tom slammed his foot into Tord's chest, knocking the air out of him, and bought enough time for him to roll over and stand again. Tord was laying face down in a puddle of the ever changing chemicals, but Tom wasted to time in marking sure he was pinned, all fours this time. He flipped the commie over, and took a long hard glare into his crimson eyes. He couldn't keep it for long as he watched his hand seemingly melt into his ex-friends hoodie. "Tord..." The smaller male followed his gaze, and watching in horror as both hands began melting. "Tom, let go!" Tom looked frantically around, while pulling one hand away. It was deformed, but worked, and Tom started pushing against the grounded one. "It won't come off... Tord what is this stuff?" Tord froze, noting the colors of the liquid, and felt panic rise in his chest. "There were actually 3 different chems used. One was meant to help heal a person with minor injuries. We tested it, and it worked. Another was one was meant to help a person regrow lost limbs. That one still doesn't work, making all the mice grow extra limbs in weird places. I think the last one was a disguising drug. You would just have to add DNA, and you could be anybody for an hour (wink wink nudge nudge, potter heads). That one made the mice melt, they would just lose their skeleton. It was... hard to watch." Tom looked at his melting arm, pulled harder, yet ending up slamming back into Tord. This caused a chorus of yells as their sides molded together, leaving torn skin between the wound (I don't know how to describe it. I don't know) Tom tried to use his legs to push him off, in his fear forgetting that touching one another would fuse them more, and felt pain blossom from his waist. The pain ebbed away at his side, yet seemed to fade after a while. Tord sighed, the feeling of getting his skin ripped off gone, and tried to look over at Tom.
That was a mistake.
Tord ended up slamming his head into Tom's, starting the reaction again. Their faces pulled together, tighter, closer. Tom didn't even have enough strength left to scream, and ended up trying to take large deep breaths. The red clad man was almost out of energy from trying to keep them upright, though he knew if that gave way, they were over. A large crack echoed down the hall, and Tom let a few tears fall from his eyes. The bones on their arms had become one. "Tord, I know I hated you before, and I still do, but don't let that arm fall." Tord gave an exhausted laugh. "I don't know how long that will be." Tom smiled, their legs also snapping together. A few minutes past, the two only focusing on breathing while their bodies slowly got pulled together. "Did that button do anything else?" Tom dared asking. He expected the answer before it came. "Yes, it-" The sound of an engine moving into their driveway cut Tord off, in the process startled them, and caused Tord's arm to give way. Both were exhausted, but they managed a finale exchange before darkness consumed them. "I hope you know how to fix this, commie." Tord let out a weak laugh. "I hope I do too, Jehovah's witness." Then their eyes closed.
Edd's pov (kinda. It's in 3rd person, yet still from Edd's perspective.)
Matt rushed in the house before Edd had time to shut the car door. They rushed around the bottom floor, looking for any sign of Tord, or even Tom, since this seemed to be the place he was going. Nothing. Edd climbed the stairs, zipping to Tom's room first. Still nothing. Matt looking in his own room, just checking to make sure nothing was stolen. Edd searched his room too, in a desperate attempt to avoid what might be in Tord's. Lots of nothing. Matt waited for Edd beside the room they hadn't entered, a depressed look swimming through his eyes. "Let's get this over with." Edd turned the handle and lightly pushed the door open. The room mostly looked the same, save for a giant white lab that was sitting in the back. Edd started to check the bedroom when Matt called him from that area. "Look." He pointed to a figure lying motionless on the ground. They seemed peaceful, but doubt pricked at the back of Edd's mind. They slowly approached, carefully not making any sudden movements. It didn't ever twitch while they did this. They had reached the figure now, and were giving each other worried glances. The figure didn't even stir when they turned it over. Edd clutched his chest at the sight before him. A man lay in the floor, knees tucked between his chest, with tan skin and darker brown hair that was turned up in spikes. There were two larger spikes in the front, curving to make devil horns, yet they were barely bigger than the rest. The thing that caught Edd's attention was the hoodie he wore. It was red and blue, split cleanly down the middle, with a red string (you know, the strings you use to pull the hood shut?) on the blue side, and a blue string on the red side. The line that separated the colors was mauve, and was rather thin. "Dear god." The man began to stir.

Word count: 1195
Staring word count to see how much I write.
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Pinetree