CH.9 Why?

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by trashiegabrie

by trashiegabrie

"I have crippling depressioN--"

~ Idubbbz

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Eyes fading from E/C to red, you strike the "sturdy" glass once more, causing it to disintegrate in hundreds of shards. Each step you take causes a cracking sound from all the damage. You look left and right to see if you could find Tord, or at least clues. But all you saw was Tom looking at the sky in shock and fear. You look up at the sky and see a vast red robot with a style similar to Tord's.

Wait a second-

You hear Tord's maniacal laugh when gunshots start creating holes in the wall.

"HOLY F-" Tom shrieks as you leap into the air and tackle Tom, causing you both to start tumbling down the stairs.

You groan in pain as Tom was the first to get up and extend his hand for you. "Thanks, Tom." He grunts and smiles in return. "Let's get out of here before anyone gets hurt," You say worriedly, leading to you and Tom bursting out the door to see Edd and Matt practically screaming at Tord to stop.

"Tord," Edd yells, "What's going on?!"

"Hey, Edd! Sorry, I just couldn't leave this behind!" Tord chimes. "Thanks for holding onto for me!"

"But I thought we were.." Edd pauses, " I thought we were friends..?!"

"Ha! No?! What would I need friends for when I've got this?! I'm unstoppable, hahahaha!" Tord laughs with insanity, causing rage and heartache to flare up within you.

"Tord.." You yell loud enough so he could hear. "..Why are you doing this?!"

His entire body stiffens once he hears your voice. "..Why..?" You croak. You only notice now that when you were trying to protect Tom from the bullets, your left hand became injured without you even realizing it. Blood drips down your fingers as you clench your fist and tears threaten to spill. Only of emotional, and not physical pain.

"Why betray your own friends and attempt to kill them?!"

"Y/N, I-"

"You're a traitor." You snap back.

"Hey, Sunshine lollipops!"

Your attention turns to Tom, who was holding a small box. He threw it at Tord and a sofa popped up, not even creating a mark or scratch on him.

"Oh, SHUT. UP!" Tord screams, firing a missile towards Tom's and my direction.

"Tom!" You scream and reach for him, only for him to get hit with you as well.