Mirror, Mirror (Eddsworld x reader)

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[trashy art up top is also by yours truly! The human dumpster fire known as Acacia! <3 (it's like 6 months old that's why it's kinda bad lol)]

Hey so what the McFuck guys, why so many reads???? Like I'm ridiculously happy but still??? Tysm! <3

Also, I'm going to be adding a CHRISTMAS chapter that's unrelated to the storyline but I thought since it's December now I might as well. Alright, please continue reading don't let me annoy you any longer

"Matt, I am so, so very sorry. I don't mean to hurt you!"

"I don't want to hear it (y/n)! You hurt my face!"

Matt is crying as I'm trying to bandage him up. I already bandaged Tord's hand, even though he's barely hurt. What a wuss.

"Uhh, Hey (y/n), can you go grab the tv remote? I can't reach it."

"You're sitting right next to it! Why can't you do it yourself!"

"I'm injured!"

Tord is currently sitting under a pile of heated blankets and candy, watching tv. He thinks because he's got a bandaid on his hand, he gets to play patient and sit around while I do everything for him. Matt on the other hand, is still crying. I don't know how to calm him down! After cleaning him up, I put a little bandaid with pink hearts on it across the bridge of his nose. Then, I get an idea. I reach for a purple hand mirror and show Matt his face. He gasps loudly.

"Hey! That bandaid looks adorable! I love it!"

Whew, that could've ended a lot worse. I walk into the kitchen to grab some cola out of the fridge. When I open it, there's nothing in there.

"TORD!"

"Hmm, what?"

"Get in here!"

"But I'm injured, I can't get up, I might injure myself more!"

"Tord you crybaby! Get your ass in here, now!"

Finally he slides into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own foot.

"Ugh, what? Hey do you have to be so rude?"

"What happened to all the cola?"

"I don't know..."

"You didn't drink it, did you? You know how mad Edd gets when there's no cola."

"Uh... no. Of course not."

Something seems off. I walk back into the living room and examine the pile of blankets Tord has been living in. I don't see anything, until a flash of aluminum catches my eye. I crouch down and reach under the couch, my hand finding something cold, and metallic. And then a lot more cold and metallic things. I pull out whatever's in my hand, a bunch of empty cola cans.

"TORD! You liar."

"Well... I was thirsty!"

"Well now we have to go get more before Edd gets home."

"I need to stay here though."

"Why?"

"Because I'm injured!"

I sigh and throw on my coat and sneakers, admitting to defeat. Then I grab the car keys and head to the store.

*Later*

As I'm restocking the fridge with cola, I hear the front door open and assume that Edd is Home. He walks into the kitchen, with a box of cola. Oh wait! I'm such and idiot! Earlier Tord told me he went out to get cola and now I've wasted my time going to the store.

"Uh, (y/n)? You got cola too?"

"Yeah, uh... now we have twice as much cola right?"

"Yeah, sure."

He drops the cola onto the table with a thump and looks around the kitchen.

"So, you've been staying with us a few months now, right (y/n)?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I know we've really been avoiding it but we need to talk. You know, about the situation."

Situation? There's nothing going on. I'm here and anything else doesn't really matter, right? It's not like I care about what happens to my parents.

"Uh, Okay."

"Good, we should talk somewhere fairly private, how about the roof?"

I follow him outside, and we both climb up a ladder to the roof. He walks to the far side and motions for me to sit. For a few minutes, we just watch the clouds and the slowly darkening sky. Then he opens his mouth and out comes the words I'd hoped I'd never hear.