• {Eddsworld One shots!} •

Communism.

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My friendo named this, even though she isn't in the fandom. And it pretty much doesn't have anything to do with the plot (?) of this oneshot. She also named a knife Communism, so she could stab people with communism. (She is against communism though???)

She also is the one who drew me as TomSka and gave me the idea of the Tom X Reader X Tord. She's still great btw.

Also this doesn't really count as an X Reader? I just made it for fun, since I have testing for two weeks. It's also really short. : ''))
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(Y/N) growled, tugging at their restraints as blood continued dripping from their face.

Paul gave them another blank look, "Damn, hard to break aren't you?'

They'd been going at this for over 5 days, and (Y/N) didn't let a peep of information slip from their lips, no matter the horrible torture.

" I already told you." (Y/N) gave Paul a smug smile, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Paul's eye twitched before he sighed and  grabbed his walkie-talkie, "It's useless. Call in the Red Leader."

(Y/N)'s smile slowly diminished. The Red Leader? They knew he'd probably show no mercy towards them, but the truth was they didn't know anything.

Of course, they did work on a government facility, but they knew nothing of what the army was talking about. They simply just trained soldiers, nothing more to it.

Paul sat the object down, and looked over to (Y/N).

"Don't move."

"Ah, yes, I'm totally going to move while I am restrained to a chair!" ( Y/N) yelled at Paul as he walked out of the room.

(Y/N) waited for the door to shut as they roughly tugged at their restraints. They growled more in frustration as they began to get rope burn on their wrists.

They didn't even hear the door open.

"Ah, a fighter, aren't you?"

A Norwegian accent (my autocorrect tried to make it say cruise and now I'm dying-) broke the sound of the chair clattering.

(Y/N) snapped their head over at the man, frowning.

"So, are you going to tell us?"

" I've told your soldiers this more than once, I don't know! I just train soldiers! "

He frowned walking closer to them.

"I don't your tone with me, soldier."

" Oh. Wow, sorry, dad. "

The Red Leader slapped them, leaving a huge ass red mark on their face.

"Honestly, Red, I thought you'd hit harder than that! Come on now, don't be a pussy!"

" What are you? A masochist? " Tord questioned, squinting down at them.

"Nope, just a smart ass who likes pissing off people such as yourself."

The Red Leader rolled his eyes, "I see your one to talk shit."

" No, sir, I am a piece of shit. "

((At this point Tord is so fucking confused.))

Tord cocked up his eyebrow, "Alright then...Now,(Y/N), what are the codes??"

( Y/N) sighed loudly, "I already told you!" They said with frustration in their voice. "I don't fucking know!!!"

__I'm really tired and sleep deprived. Feel free to use this idea for your own one-shot.___