Eddsworld x Reader (Oneshots)

Battle Scars

Blue Leader!Tom x Reader

I've searched some blue leader aus. There are two kinds of blue leader au:
Evil blue leader Tom with the giant robot,,, and good blue leader Tom. I'm picking the good one. <:]

Tom's P.O.V.
It's been three weeks since I sent (Y/N) to get information about the red leader, and I'm just here sitting ducks, planning an attack. They could be caught, and tortured-... Or worse. Death... I think that commie will go easy for them since he had flushed feelings for (Y/N). Matt started panicking like the idiot himself since (Y/N) has been gone for three weeks. Edd was calm, but inside he was worried. "Why isn't (Y/N) coming back? I'm getting super worried." I said. "Calm down, Tom. They could come back sooner or later." Edd said.

"What if they never came back???" I asked.

"Tom. I'm sure they will come back. (Y/N)'s a strong, and swift guy/girl." Edd said, and took a sip from his cola. "And quite flirty too." He added. "Hey, s/he's mine, back off." I said, and he just put both of his hands up. Edd's phone ringed, and he answered it. He seems to be worried. He put his phone back in his pocket. "Who called?" I asked. "It's Matt. He told to inform you something." He said. "Well? What is it?" I asked, standing up.

"It's (Y/N)."

"They're in the infirmary."

I exited my office, and dashed towards the infirmary, hoping (Y/N)'s here in one piece. I passed some of my soldiers staring at me with a puzzled expression. I guess they weren't informed (Y/N) is back. I reached the infirmary, and slowly opened the door.

The lights were off, and I tried finding the switch, and flipped it, the lights turning on. No one was there,,, except (Y/N), laying down with a blanket on top of them. I walked over to them, and see they're awake. "(Y/N)?" I called. They noticed, and sat up, looking down. Holy fat cow on a skateboard. I was wrong.

Horrified I am, seeing their left arm chopped off above the elbow, and wrapped around in bandages. They had a black eye on their right eye, and a bruise on their left cheekbone. They have more bruises, and bandaged wounds around their body. Forgot to mention he's shirtless [Female: she's only wearing a black bra.]

They glanced at their left arm, and looked down. I felt sympathetic for them, but they don't want anyone's pity. "(Y-Y/N)..?" I stuttered, cupping their cheek. They closed their eyes, and rested their head on my hand, lightly purring- wait they can purr? Oh well. It's cute though. I'm gonna kill that commie. "Hey Tom." (Y/N) called. "Yes (Y/N)??" I asked.

"Don't look so blue. Soldiers and/or leader go in one piece, and come back with something missing,,, or not." They said. "I just got too worried that you might be dead." I said. (Y/N) pulls me into a hug, and I hugged back. "Don't worry. I'm here, Tom. I'm here." They said. I nuzzled onto their neck, and sighed. "I got a lot of information though." They said. "Spill." I said.

"He has two loyal soldiers with him most of the time, and their names are Paul and Patryck. His army consists of almost a million of soldiers skilled enough to battle the US army. He's searching for more people to join his army, but most of the people in the UK denied, and were tortured until they agree, or killed immediately. His army is full of adults,, no children, or teenagers. His next plan is to conquer Sweden, and after that,, Finland. The original Red Army base is in Norway while others are scattered throughout Europe."

"Are there survivors?" I asked. "Yeah, most of them are teenagers. And they are quite skilled to be alive this far. What are you thinking?" (Y/N) asked. "I'm thinking that if they joined the army, and trained. We'll have more soldiers, and a bit of young adults too." I said. "Sure, whatever. They're hiding in one place. In Scotland where they can hide easily. We're taking them, but Edd is training those kids." They said.

"I'm training what now?"

We turned our heads to where the voice is, and broke the hug. It was Edd,, with Matt beside him. He noticed (Y/N)'s chopped off arm, and gasped.

"Pfft. Battle scars."