Eddsworld Oneshots

Just Following Orders [NO SHIPS?]

^^^^ IS A GOOD SONG LISTEN TO IT!!!! THE ORIGINAL VERSION IS JUST AS GOOD AS THE STRIPPED VERSION TBH, CHECK BOTH OF THEM OUT, I AM WATCHING ::::::::::

Hey hey hey it's ya boy skinny ricegum drama alert nation

I am not dead, just kind of floating here and stressing out™

i guess this could technically be taken as tordedd?? Or platonic I guess, take it as you will

but hey !! I'm back, I have crack and I'm uh i like back pack

let's go you little virgin boys

"Edd's dead."

Tom's met with an infuriatingly blank stare.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I beg your pardon my ass. Did I stutter?" the Brit hisses, directing an ugly look at Tord. "He's dead. You killed him."

"I don't recall giving orders to neutralise any person in particular, unless you're talking about the group of rebels who were planning to raid our arsenal."

"I've been your right-hand man for quite a while, Tord Lawrence. Or should I say our dear, esteemed Red Leader? I know how you deal with things. I know you're the type to at least send a couple of scouts. There is simply no way you didn't know Edd was there."

Tord takes his sweet time replying, though he seems quite unperturbed by the turn of events. "Suspicious activity is to be reported then terminated, no questions asked. I'm a busy man, you know. We're following protocol here, Thomas; there's simply no room for sentimentality. I had no reason to find out who exactly the rebels were."

"I-" the Brit takes a shudderingly deep breath, struggling to keep his composure. "For years I've stayed by your side. For years, Lawrence. Despite what you did to me. To us. Because of your selfish ass, Edd, Matt and I've had to suffer. You just had to come back and ruin everything," he's shouting by now, storming forward a few steps, pulling out a pistol and positioning it right in the middle of Tord's forehead. What displeasures Tom, even more, is how unfazed Tord looks, staring back at the Brit with those cold, grey eyes. How he almost seems amused. Stop looking at him like that. Stop looking at him like that stop it stop looking at him like that stop looking at me like that stop it look away stop stop stop look away look away look away it hurts what is wrong with you. I'll kill you look away from me look away I'll kill you stop looking at me I will kill you look away LOOK AWAY STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.

No.

"...The only reason i don't pull the fucking trigger right here and now is because of Matt. Without him, you and you little army would be gone a long time ago." Tom spits out, drawing the handgun back, stepping away with anger still evident on his face.

"Shame. I would have loved to have seen you try," Tord says with a small smirk, raising his hand when the other male opens his mouth to retort. "Listen, I'd love to sit here and bicker more, but as I've said before, I'm a busy man, Rosewood. You are dismissed."

Tom seethes, but swallows down words on the brink of shooting out. He curtly exits the room, anything but satisfied at the moment. After all, how could he be, after what had happened? His friend. His best friend. Dead. Because of one fucking person that rules over nearly three-quarters of the world, who used to be their friend.

One day Tom will kill Tord, once and for all.

Meanwhile, Tord still sits in front of his desk, his fingers idly drumming its surface as he stares at the wall in front of him.

He doesn't look sad, no siree. No tears, no trace of any sorrow in his eyes. But there is no joy in his eyes, either. It's hardly possible to tell what was going on inside the Norski's head at the moment.

But perhaps.

Just perhaps, if you looked real carefully at him, at Tord, not Red Leader, you could see something.

A flicker.

A flicker of emotion in the way that he pursed his lips ever so slightly, eyes determinedly fixed on the wall in fear of showing any sign of despair if he ever dared to look elsewhere.

But the flicker is quickly gone, the man blinking a few times as he sits up, his tired eyes wandering back to the window, a visible rectangle of a dull grey sky that almost seems to remind Tord of himself. A barely audible sigh leaves him.

"I have so much work to do."

N-no that's not a hamilton reference it's not from Lauren's interlude at all

The last line is the only reason I said it could be somewhat Tordedd

goin  g h os t !