Polar Opposites [TomTord Fanfic]

Welcome back, Commie

•~Tom's P.O.V.~•

It was a few years after what....happened.....

I was in my room drinking my handy dandy Smirnoff. I took a shot while scrolling through YouTube looking at some old Eddsworld videos.

Ah, the memories.

I clicked on a video and took another shot of Smirnoff, when suddenly...

CRASH!

I ran out of my room into the living room and saw a red hooded figure. I slowly backed up and grabbed a harpoon. I pointed it towards the figure.

"WHO GOES THERE?" I yell.

The figure turns around and I drop the harpoon​ in surprise. My mouth was dangling open.

It was him.

"T-Tord...? But I thought...."

I trailed off as my gaze went to his left arm. It was a robot arm. I guess he lost his arm when his giant robot crashed. I winced a little looking at it, thinking about how painful the crash was and how painful putting on the robot arm was. Ouch.

"Thought I was dead? Yeah, everyone did."

He sat down on my couch. I started to protest him sitting on my furniture, because ya know, he tried to FUCKING KILL ME AND MY FRIENDS AND TAKE OVER THE FUCKING WORLD but he cut me off.

"I'm just....." Tord started, sounding distressed. He looked really upset. I could see tears forming in his eyes.

"Just what? Just insane enough to try and kill your friends, and take over the world? Yeah, I know. I know all about that." I said, a bit aggressively.

Tord looked up at me, flat out crying. No, bawling his eyes out.

I felt a little bad. Maybe I was going a little too far.....no. No I wasn't going too far. This fucking commie thinks that he can just break into my fucking house and sit on my fucking couch after trying to kill me and take over the world?

Aw hell na.

"Tom, just please listen. I-I'm sorry. I really truly am. I just...couldn't help it...please... understand...." He trailed off, looking down at his feet. Then, he started again.

"I understand if you can't find it inside yourself to forgive me. I really just wanted to say that I'm really sorry...."

Ugh. This commie was getting to my weak spot. The part of me I rarely ever show.

"Commie," I started. "What the hell makes you think you can just break into my house and sit on my couch?"

I tried to cover up the fact that I felt the slightest bit bad for him.

"I..." He sighed. "You're right. I'm really sorry for everything​...I'll...I'll show myself to the door. This is probably the last time I'll ever see you or speak to you again so...." He got up and stood in front of me, holding out his hand, supposedly for me to shake it.

"Goodbye Thomas."

I shook his hand a bit aggressively, then he walked to the door.

"I hope you know how sorry I am." He finished.

After that, he walked out the door and started down the hall outside my apartment room.

I couldn't help it. He had gotten to my weak spot. Damn that commie.

I ran out of my apartment to catch up with him, and I found him starting down the stairs.

"Wait! Tord!" I yelled after him.

He turned around and looked at me. His face was a mixture of sadness and shock. Tears were still streaming down his face.

"I...I um...." I started, not knowing how to ask him properly. I felt really bad. The least I could do is let him crash at my place. I don't even know if he has his own house....

"Do...do you need a place to stay? I..I feel kinda bad that I went off on you..." I finished.

He paused for a moment, then answered.