tomtord oneshots/story ideas

messing with the dead kid

"have you heard about the challenge going around?" smirking, edd leaned over in his seat to tord.

"uh.. challenge?" tord raised an eyebrow, now interested. "no. what is it?"

edd's chocolate eyes darted side to side as if he were afraid of anyone hearing. "so a kid who came here a few years back killed himself in the bathroom, apparently," he explained. "kids here are doing a challenge to 'summon' him, or whatever."

"sounds ridiculous." tord rolled his eyes and continued to color on the desk with pencil.

"yeah. nothing's really happened so far, but you should try it!"

"it sounds like a waste of time, edward."

"aw, c'mon, tord! do it! or are you just too chicken?"

tord let out an exaggerated sigh and put down his pencil. he decided he'd do anything to get out of this lame-ass class and nodded. "fine. what do i have to do?"

"yay!" edd squealed. "alright. first, you make sure you're alone in the bathroom by the 600 rooms. turn off the lights and turn on the middle sink faucet to the coldest water possible." he looked around. "then, say this; take me with you. and take a step back. he should appear somewhere."

"...that sounds sketchy, but i guess i'll do it." tord shrugged. "what's this kid's name?"

"thomas thompson. i guess he was known as tom, though."

"okay. wish me luck." tord mumbled. noticing the teacher had fallen asleep a long while ago, he got up and shuffled out of the classroom.

he walked through the empty halls of the school, converse squeaking on the bright floor. a light flickered ominously which only made tord more unconvinced. this is fucking bullcrap.

tord pushed open the door to the bathroom, an eerie creaking sound echoing off the tiled walls. it shut as he walked in and glanced around. deciding 'fuck it', tord flicked the lights off and turned on the faucet from the middle sink. he turned it to the right for cold water and waited a couple seconds.

"uh.." the norwegian teen cleared his throat and adjusted his hoodie. "take me with you." he took a step back.

nothing happened.

"well. that wasn't so-"

tord screamed as the mirror shattered, glass being showered everywhere. he fell backwards, catching himself on a stall and gasping as a shard cut his cheek.

"oh my fuck- holy shit- god, no!" tord ran to the door and tried not to slip on the glass. he wrapped a hand around the handle and pulled, but the door didn't budge. "i don't wanna die like this!!" he wailed, bringing a hand to his cheek.

as the teen trembled in fear and shakily leaned backwards on the door, he didn't notice the flash of light appear in front of him. tord whimpered quietly and opened an eye, breathing hard.

there was a boy.

tom.

"sorry for startling you." he had an english accent.

tord gulped down another whimper and stared at him, an arm held in front of him for protection. he gazed into the so-called ghosts nonexistent eyes as if being lured in.

"wh- who..?" tord's voice trailed off.

"i'm tom. but you know that, huh? isn't that why you did this challenge? to mess with the dead kid?" venom dripped off tom's words. "i don't like being trapped here, y'know. i've ignored everyone else's calls but came to you to tell them to stop."

tord was speechless. he had no clue half the things tom was speaking about. he lowered his arm a bit and panted heavily. "i d-don't understand what's going on. am i high?"

"no," tom sighed and shook his head. "i am completely real, believe it or not. i overdosed in this very bathroom." he glanced away. "yikes."

"but... how?"

"well, i poured a handful of pills into my hand-"

"nonono, i-i mean-" tord's eyes grazed over tom's body in fear and shock. "like, the ghost thing?"

"my spirit was never put to rest." tom answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "i need revenge on those asshole bullies that caused me to commit suicide."

"i'm.. talking to a ghost," tord muttered in disbelief.

"you barely noticed that now?"

"holy shit..."

tom crossed his arms. "whatever. will you help me or not?"

"wait, what?" tord blinked in confusion. "help you with what?"

"my revenge, of course!" he threw his arms in the air.

"what's in it for me?"

"hm..." tom stroked his chin. "popularity in school? friends who aren't losers?"

"done." tord narrowed his eyes. "i'm tired of being looked down on."

tom cracked a smile and held out a hand. "deal?"

tord took tom's cold hand in his own, a tiny bit surprised it didn't phase through. "deal."