Eddsworld Oneshots

Stormy Night

Wind howled beyond the windows of Edd's bedroom, it whistled past the frame and sang its haunting melody. The pouring rain hammered the roof and echoed through the halls.

Edd stared up at the textured ceiling. His eyes traced the shadows dancing across the blank white canvas. Hands tightened around the edge of his sheets as they were pulled higher over his chest.

Restless. Afraid.

The brit lay anxiously waiting for the thunder to begin. Red and yellow figures inched across the map of London on the TV earlier. He knew what it meant, what was in store.

Edd had always hated storms. The thunder, the lightning, it was terrifying and shook him to his core. It was a something he'd never bothered to tell anyone else about.

As if on cue, a bright flash of light illuminated the clouds and briefly bathed his room in a faint purple glow.

He quickly yanked the blanket over his head and ducked beneath them. A low growl rang though the walls and shook the frame of the old house. Thunder. To someone else, the tremor would barely be noticeable, to Edd, it felt like the ceiling could collapse.

All his muscles tensed up as his heart pounded in his throat. He hated this.

Cautiously, the brit pulled the blankets off him once he deemed it safe. Grey cotton sheets slipped down over the side of the bed as he rose to his feet.

Edd stumbled past his door and into the hallway where the steady drum of rain sounded through the cool air. He lightly ran a hand along the yellow plaster walls as he quietly snuck around search of a friend. Muffled footsteps were all that revealed his location in the house.

The brit passed by both Tom and Tord's rooms, weighing his options. Tord keeps his door locked. And Tom snores... neither were great if he was expecting a decent night's rest.

Then the idea popped into his head, What about Matt?  Edd curiously glanced up the carpeted stairs to find his door wide open.

It was a habit he always scolded Matt for because Ringo would use his dirty clothes as a litter box. He shook his head lightly as a small smile crept across his face.

As he began making his way up the steps, another flash of light filled the house, sending Edd running up the stairs. He stumbled across the threshold and cowered on the floor at Matt's bedside.

Thunder rumbled through the thin ceiling. The rain pounded the roof above the bedroom. Soft mumbling alerted Edd to the stirring ginger and a figure sat up.

"Hey Matt?" Edd's timid voice sounded up from the dark red carpet.

"Edd?" Matt squinted at him through tired eyes. "What are you doing up here?"

"Sorry to wake you... C-can I stay with you tonight?" The brit rose to his feet and nervously tugged at his white tee.

"Umm, sure! Did you have a nightmare or something?" Springs creaked as the gingers scooted aside to make space for his friend.

"No, I don't like the storm."

Matt threw Edd a confused look as he nestled under the covers.

Just as he started to relax, lightning sparked across the dark grey clouds and illuminated the sliver of window between the heavy curtains. The brilliant flash was quickly followed by a fierce roar of exploding atoms.

The brunette jumped and threw his arms around his friend's shoulders. Matt's muscles seized at the unexpected touch before reciprocating.

Warm hands snaked around Edd's trembling waist and back. "It's okay, I got you." A gentle voice tickled his ear. "Y'know, I used to be scared of thunder too."

Edd turned his head to meet the ginger's gaze.

"My mom told me to think of it as angels bowling." He smiled and raked his fingers through his friend's dark brown curls. "It took a while to get used to."

A soft exhale followed the analogy and the two sank down under the sheets. "Thank you, I-I think I'm already starting to feel better about it."

Matt's smile grew wider and his grip tightened. "Now get back to sleep."

The brunette replied with a chuckle. "Good night, Matt."