Mini-Stories

Tom X Tord (Eddsworld)

     "No! I'm done with you!" Tom yelled, "Wait! Tom please! I-I can explain!" Tord said trying to grab his arm Tom pulled away and walked to the front door, "No, Tord, you commie! I'm done, we're not friends and NEVER WERE!" he said and opened the door, "Tom! Please!" Tord pleaded, "I-" the door slammed shut and Tord fell to the floor and clinched his hands into fist, "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, he then punched the floor and tears went down his face, he stood up and walked over to a gun on the table, he aimed it at a picture frame that had a picture in it, a picture of Tom and Tord, "Fine, you know what? I don't need any friends, I don't NEED ANYONE!" he shouted and shot the picture, it fell of the wall and smashed on the ground, there was a hole in the wall, he swung his gun around and shot another wall, he growled and walked to his room leaving the broken frame on the ground, he slammed his door shut and sat on his bed, covering his face. Weeks later Tom was sitting on the couch drinking his drink, "Hey, Tom?" Edd came walking in with his phone in his hand, "Yeah? What's up?" Tom asked, "Have you heard from Tord in a while? He asked been answering any of my calls or anything," Edd said, "Nope," Tom said sorta frowning, "I hope he's okay, to be honest, I'm a little worried," Edd said, "Don't worry about him, I'm sure he's fine," Tom said and took another sip of his drink, Edd frowned, "Tom, you know, he cared about you, you were the only one he really liked to be around," he said, Tom looked down slightly "I'm sure it was only because he liked to make fun of me and annoy me," he said, Edd shook his head, "No, it's not that," he said, "Well if it's not that then what is it?! All he ever did around me was make fun of me and annoyed me! He liked to get on my nerves!" Tom sorta snapped, "I'm, not sure, but I know he cares for you," Edd said and walked away, "Yeah, whatever," Tom mumbled and crossed his legs. Few days later, there was a knock at the door, Tom stood up and walked over to the door, he opened it and there stood Paul and Patryk, Tom raised his eyebrow, "Tom, Tord needs your help," Paul said, "What why?" Tom asked, "No time to explain, we need to go, now," Patryk said, Tom then grew a bit worried and agreed to go, once they got to Tord's house there were bullet holes in the windows and in the door, Tom walked up to the door and saw it was opened a crack, Tom pushed it open a bit and walked in, it was dim on the inside and the only light was coming from the door and through the bullet holes in the windows, Paul and Patryk were behind Tom, Tom walked in and walked over to the picture frame on the ground he picked it up and saw the broke glass, there was a bullet hole in Tom's face, Tom frowned and put it on the table, he looked at Paul, "Where is he?" he asked, "In his room," Paul said, "He's not in good shape so be careful," "We'll be right behind you if he tries to attack," Patryk said Tom nodded slightly and walked over to the stairs, walked up them and went to Tord's room, he walked over to the door and heard slight crying and mumbling, Tom frowned and opened the door quietly and it was dim in there too, Tom looked around and saw something in the corner he walked into the room and frowned, "T-Tord?" he asked, the thing shifted in the corner slightly and the blue part on its left arm was glowing dimly, "It's Tord," Tom thought to himself, he then grabbed his phone and went to turn on the flash light but was stopped, "Don't" Tord spoke weakly, he grunted and stood up, "Why did you bring him here?" he asked demanding an answer, Tom looked back at Paul and Patryk they stood straight, "Because you needed help and you wouldn't let us help you so we got, Tom, Sir," Paul said, Tom looked over to Tord and he was now in the light sorta, he had blood and tears on his face, the scars on his left half of his face were opened up again and he looked tired and weak, "T-Tord?" Tom asked, "A-Are you okay?" "What does it look like?" Tord spoke, he then fell over onto his bed and his right arm was all bloody as well, there were cuts, all up his arm starting from his wrist, Tom's eyes opened wide, "T-Tord," he said quietly, Tord tried to get up again showing the front of his arm, there was an "I'M SORRY" cut into his arm and the blood was flowing from his arm, Tom wanted to gag but he didn't he walked over to Tord and crouched to him, Tord looked at him, "Tom," he said weakly, "I-I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you," he started to cry, Tom grabbed Tord's arm and held it out, there were cuts everywhere, "Y-You," Tom started, "I, I'm a horrible person, I don't deserve anything good that comes to me," Tord said kinda falling over, Tom then hugged him and held onto him, he felt cold, Tord then pushed Tom away and stood up grabbing a bloody knife, from the bed and he stabbed into the desk, "I'm just a stupid commie, a commie who almost killed his friends," he started whispered, "Tord, calm down I-it's okay," Tom said, "I deserve to die," Tord said and fell over again and started to black out from the lack of blood, "TORD!" Tom shouted and grabbed the knife, he cut off his sleeve of his hood and wrapped it around Tord's arm, he looked at Paul and Patryk, "Call 911! Now!" Tom said and the scrambled to the phone. After a few hours Tord woke up and he had bandages on his right arm and bandages on his left half of his face, he looked around tiredly and then the door opened, "Tord! You're okay!" Edd said walking over to him, "Thank god you're okay!" Matt said, Tord smiled weakly, "Heheh, yeah," he said, after a few minutes Paul and Patryk walked in and talked to him, after another few minutes Tom walked in, "Tord?" he asked "T-Tom," Tord said kinda shocked, "Y-You're here?" Tom nodded, "Yeah," he said, "Paul and Patryk told me what happened," Tord said looking down, "Don't worry about it," Tom said, "I'm sorry," Tord said, "It's okay, don't worry," Tom said, Tord stayed quite, Tom walked over to him and sat down on the bed, "Tord," he said, "Yes, Tom?" he asked, "I'm sorry," Tom said looking down, "For?" Tord asked, "Calling you a stupid commie and all that," Tom said, Tord smiled a bit, "D-Don't worry about it, I understand," he said, Tom looked at Tord and smiled a bit, "Thanks, I'm glad you're alive, I don't know what I would have done if you were to die," he said, Tord looked away and smiled a bit, "Thanks," he said, "No problem, friend."