Eddsworld Oneshots

Fatal Encounter (Request)🔶

Tordsworld AU

(Paul's POV)

I'm so tired of having to go out and buy that idiot cigars. Why can't he just do it himself?

Edd came back not too long ago. But something about him is different...... in a bad way. I've seen his reaction to watching the news, every time they mention the Green Army he gets nervous.

To be honest, I think he has something to do with it.

Tord sent Pat and I out to the store to help re-stock on cigars and cigarettes for our nicotine-addicted friend.

Pat trotted happily down the sidewalk beside me, his bangs bouncing with each step.  "Isn't this just great Paul?  The air is so cool you'd think it would be snowing already!"

"It gets colder at night, Pat. There's no sun."

He froze in his tracks and pivoted on his heels to gaze curiously me. "Well, where'd it go?"

"The other side of the earth."

He gasped. "How dare they steel our sunshine!" The man pouted and placed his hands on his hips.

I heaved a sigh and a small smile found its way onto my face. Pat and I had been friends for a very long time, maybe even before we met Tord.   

Just then I a shriek split the still atmosphere.    The male in yellow was excitedly pointing to something down the street.  

Cautiously, I peered over his shoulder to see exactly what he was going on about. A small tortoiseshell cat was nonchalantly sitting on the pavement ahead. He was licking his paw and grooming his speckled black fur.

"Can I go pet it?"

"Go nuts."  Pat sprinted up to the feline before reaching out his delicate fingers to gently stroke the cat's pelt. The small animal rolled onto his back and let out a throaty purr.

A question had crossed my mind a couple of times...  what makes Pat the lovable idiot he was?

Maybe it was the innocence, or the way he would stress about his hair.  What ever it was it seemed endless.  What if...  I did like him?

Eventually, after we said goodbye to Mr. Midnight.... or what ever the narcissist called him and we reached the store.

It was a convenient shop that sold a wide variety of liquors and tobacco products. When we walked in, there were a couple others in there with us, but they wore green turtlenecks underneath blue overcoats. Something was odd about them, the way they stood, they way the moved... it was like a soldier.

One of the men had bright, orange hair that flipped up in the front. But judging by the way it was matted to his head, I didn't think he had run a brush through it in the last couple of weeks.

The other suspicious male had mousy brown hair and jet black eyes. It was unsettling.

Despite the mysterious characters, I had lost track of Pat and found him attempting to reach a bottle of Smirnoff off a shelf. However, the thing began to tip under his weight and it wasn't long before I found myself lunging after him as it fell.

The large wooden rack of assorted alcohols came barreling down on top of us. The weight of it, plus the direction it struck us at pinned my body atop his.

Almost 20 glass bottles hit the floor with smashing results. Shards scattered in every direction, as well as the contents of each bottle. The brunette was shaken but unscathed.

Our faces were mere inches apart and enough to make me a blushing mess. Just when I though nothing could get worse, a bottle fell and hit me in the back of the head, pressing my lips into Pat's.

He seemed startled at first but mistakenly melted into it. I pulled my head away and lifted the entire shelf, placing it back in its original position.

However, the male in the faded yellow hoodie was staring at me from the floor with a cracked vessel of Smirnoff sitting in his hand.

Pat slowly brought himself to his feet before hugging me. He threw his arms around my neck and buried his face into my chest.

Even though he was taller and it was kind of awkward, I hugged back.

By the time we went up and actually paid, the two soldier-like men had left and were no where to be seen. I didn't care too much because it was non of my business.

Pat threw the money at the lady working at the counter and we walked out through the automatic doors.

•••

We were about 1/3 of a kilometer from our house when we were stopped by three uniformed men. Two of them were the guys from the store but the last we knew all too well.

"Hello, old friends." Edd smirked evilly and stepped out from the shadows casted by the taller soldiers.

"I'm not your friend." I spat.

"Oh that's a shame. I thought I would have more fun in executing you." His eyes were wide and his hair was slightly ruffled, giving off a crazed appearance. "You see, we are the Green Army, and it's quite a coincidence you bumped into us. This mistake will be your last."

"Enough with the smart talk Edd. Show me what you're really made of, you piece of crap." The communist raised his hand and barked orders to his henchmen.

"Thomas! Break him." I put up my fists, ready to attack what ever came at us. The Brit with black eyes charged at me before taking a hold of my hand and crushing my fingers.

I lashed out with my other arm but he took that and smacked the elbow joint down over his knee. A scream of pain escaped my throat as I was hurled into the wall that bordered the sidewalk.

As I sat, curled in the fetal position, tending to my internal injuries to the best of my abilities, I could feel the rising danger behind me.

The ginger took a swing at Pat, who seemed to be holding him off pretty well. That was until he saw Thomas approaching with a dagger. The silver blade glinted in the street lights, reflecting.

The male in yellow shoved the other brit a side and leaped in front of me, forming a protective barrier around part of my body....

but his efforts were no match for the weapons the Green Soldiers had.

Pat's entire body tensed up for what appeared to be no reason. Suddenly, my eyes noticed the large steel blade protruding from his abdomen...