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Art belongs to me
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Tom floated in oblivion. A black-practically purple-substance, which was drifting and flowing around him, twisted and shined in the invisible pale light. It warped around his ankles, a comfortable gesture for now, the velvety texture and smooth texture sending small tingles down his vertebrae. He softly smiled at the silence and feeling. The witness closed his void eyes, peacefully.
Suddenly, the tar-like substance blinded itself to his clothing, roughly. His eyes snapped open as the matter pried his mouth open and ruggedly made its way into his body. Tom groaned in uncomfortableness and pain. It burned like Hellfire, the matter scorching through his vital organs and fusing with his crimson blood. Tom opened his mouth to scream, only to have his vocal cords painfully ripped through the hole. The dark purple material secured his arms/hands and his feet together so he was hog tied. His expression held torment and misery.
He was hopeless.
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Tord looked curiously as the body squirmed in discomfort on the medical bed. Though Tom was tied down (with non-lethal handcuffs), the bed still moved and he could lift himself unconsciously about 3-4 inches high. Tord shook his head and turned around towards the doctor/tech fanatic, R.
"Hvor lenge vil det være før han våkner? (How long will it be till he awakes?)
R held a clipboard in their left hand while they wrote in Tom's medical records with their right. They looked up, gray eyes shining with creativity and respect. Their thick Norwegian accent shone as they spoke softly, "About three (3) days, Red Leader sir. Until then, he will need medical attention 24/7. Can you step out? I need to do some last minute check ups. Can't do it with distractions."
Tord blinked in disbelief. Three more days without Jehovah's Witness, what a bore. "Sure. Tell me immediately when he awakes. Understood? Good." He responded as R saluted with a smile. He walked out of the Med Room, his combat boots smacking against the tiled floor.
'Soon, dear Thomas. Soon.'
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Min Alltid| An Eddsworld Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Join me, Tom. We can be unstoppable. All you have to do is shake my hand, and you'll never be hurt again." ---- All characters belong to the Eddsworld creators (Edd, Tom, etc.) I am writing this is honor of Edd Gould, may he rest in harmony. Cover...
