Eddsworld Story Ideas/Oneshots

Blueprint

Tom and Edd sat on the lawn, picking through a bag of stuff from the wreck in front of them.

"Two forks. Keep, toss or sell?" Tom asked, holding up two battered forks with what looked like ginger hair intertwined around the prongs.

"Eww, I think those are the ones Matt used to comb his hair that one time. Definitely toss." Edd replied, grimacing.

"Did somebody say.... Matt?" Matt poked his heard around a crumbling wall, wiggling his eyebrows. He ducked back behind the wall to gather his trinkets (or what was left of them).

Tom groaned, continuing the sorting. Edd held up a half melted harpoon stuck to photo of Ringo.

"Probably toss, unless we can separate them."

"What about this one?" Said Edd, holding up a cluster of three harpoons melted together to form a trident-looking thing.

"Poseidon quivers before him!" Shouted Tom, kneeling in front Edd, offering up the harpoon-trident.

"Pffft, we're keeping this," Edd chuckled. "The King of YouTube approves!"

"What does the King of YouTube have to say about...." Tom blindly shoved his hand into the bag "This.... Uhh.."

Matt came back - surprisingly he was empty handed - just in time to see Tom gingerly holding a DVD labelled Matt on Matt Action!

"Hey that's- ohh..." Matt stopped short, mesmerised by his face on the DVD.

"So is this keep or toss, there's no chance of selling this one." Tom said, holding the DVD as if it was the Tord himself.

"Toss, please just toss it." Edd looked like he was going to throw up.

"Indubitably." Tom mimicked Matt's enthusiastic catchphrase.

At the sound of a Matt-like voice, Matt snapped out of his Matt-induced trance.

"Hey! That's mine!" He shouted. Time seemed to slow down for him, as the the DVD was thrown by Tom in the general detection of a garbage bag.

"Nooo! Not the face!" Matt cried leaping into the air to save Matt on Matt Action!

He caught it mid-air, landing with a pirouette and bow, before stuffing the DVD into his overcoat for protection.

"As always, Matt saves the day." He proclaimed. Tom snorted a snort so fraught with scepticism that a boss reviewing a resume burst into tears.

"Uh.. Anyways I came back to tell you guys that we should probably clear out Tord's-"

"I'll do it." Tom cut in. He grabbed the trident-harpoon and ran off.

"Huh." Edd and Matt looked at each other and shrugged.

                              * * *
Tom stood in the lab adjacent to his room. He paced around, looking at the things he remembered.

Yes. He had been in this lab before.

~~Flaaaaashbaaaack~~

"Hey Jehovah's Bitch, get your ass over here!"

"Be patient, Commie-butt!"

It was like this every day. Tord would yell at Tom, Tom would yell at Tord. Then they would laugh as though it was some hilarious joke. To them it probably was.

Tom ran over to Tord's room. He walked partway through the doorframe when he stopped short.

"Woah, Turd, this is actually... Pretty cool!"

"S-Senpai n-noticed me?" Squealed Tord, imitating an anime voice.

"Psshffcht" Tom wheezed, making his way over to Tord's side. Which was pretty hard to do considering the amount of wheezing he was doing.

"So how'd you build this anyway? I thought your schedule only had room for watching hentai, subbed anime, and communist propaganda damning capitalism."

"That's... Oddly specific."

"What can I say, I'm a professional tsundere."

"I think you mean yandere."

"Whatever, weeb. So how did you build this?" Tom gestured towards the lab like thing which connected to Tord's room.

"Just some friends."

"Oh yea. Pau and Pat."

"Mmhm."

~Flaaaashfowaard??~~

Of course, back then Tord just used it as a studio. When he left, he requested Tom keep it in use.

But Tom kept it closed, and vowed that he would forget about it till the day he died. It contained too many good memories. Tom only wanted remember bad things about Tord.

Bad like the monster inside of him

Tom fought the urge to rip everything  apart with his huge purple cla- ErHm with his bare hands. Fucking autocorrect amirite?

Something caught the cornet of his... Eye? Hmmm. It was a blue piece of paper, a blueprint.

He tore it off the wall and looked at it. It was h- a monster. It was annotated and had several notes and formulas. He read the notes written on it:

Our Greatest Weapon Yet?

Height: est. 1½ the size of normal Tom
Weight: ???

Description:
Thick purple scales cover the entire body. The torso and head have no seam. Large claws

At this point the paper was slightly burnt, obscuring the rest of the description. However, the end of the blueprint, a sticky note was tacked on.

P & P, T reacts to radioactivity. Has two definite forms. Unfortunately no longer comes to the lab.
This is going to be harder than I thought. What do you two think?
R.L

Tom felt sick. He could hear Tord's voice echoing in his head.

"It's going to be fine."
"Stay still!"
"Interesting..."
"Wait! No! Come back!"
"Why?"
"Please?"
"Come back, I promise you'll be fine!"

He shoved the blueprint into his hoodie pocket, along with a purple feather and a diary with large claw marks marring the cover.

He poked some things with his harpoon-trident. The pointed barbs hit something soft.

And alive.

With an enraged hiss, a chocolate brown cat with white paws and chest crawled out.

It had no eyes.

Either that or the entirety of its eyes were black, either way Tom didn't like it.

It reminded him of Tord's questions.
Of Tord trying to know everything.

He stared at the cat. The cat stared back, in that special catty way of fueling a stare with so much apathy that it makes Wally look productive.

A/N: This is legit the longest thing I've ever written on Wattpad and Fanfiction.net.
I have an idea to continue this but I need a break so bye.