Attached. (Eddsworld TomTord Fic)

Prolouge

A warm, sunny day was present. Birds sang and chirped, swooshing by and accidentally hitting the window. Great.

The day was already going swell, with a dead bird now present with a bleeding head on their front yard. Tom was just reading the headlines from the newspaper, how fitting. He licked his fingers, pinching them as he turned a careful page. "Hey! We should go fishing!" Matt exclaimed, poking his head into the living room with a glass of milk in hand.

Tom turned to him, "And why do you want to go fishing?" He raised a curious, yet slightly annoyed brow. With Matt's antics anything could happen, and anything could go wrong. "Oh, pipe down, Tom." Edd joined in, walking into the room as he flicked open a can of Cola. "Matt and I thought it would be good for the three of us," he shrugged as he explained, glancing over at the figure, Matt, who was sipping his milk.

Edd was a good friend, man of the house almost. He was the one you'd fight literal battles for, take punches and that stuff. He was sweet, thoughtful of others. Fun fact, he often has a scent of Bacon and pencil shavings. Odd but satisfying combination. If you needed me to say this, he loves Coca Cola. The man of soft drinks. He's also been getting a lot of headaches often, which is making Matt and Tom worrisome... That's enough about Edd.

Matt, on the other hand, is quite... Stupid. Matt adores himself to death and it makes Tom sick. He always has a mirror or some picture of himself on hand, and he loves to play with Steve. Why, I have no clue. Besides that, he's always excited about most things and he's pretty jolly. He has a scent of Cotton candy and hair spray..

Now, Tom? There's nothing interesting enough about him that I can tell you. He's a pretty smart lad who doesn't care for anyone's wellbeing. He's also an alcoholic Jehovah's Witness with a sworn enemy whose name we shouldn't talk about. He smells of Pineapple juice and booze.

A lot of things happen with the three musketeers, and they're about to go on the horrible journey ahead. Some might not even make it out alive. But who knows that for sure?

Let's just say that Tom usually gets the worst end of the stick in most cases, but he never knew how lucky he had it until now.