"Tord!"
Edd walks to Tord's side, letting Matt flop on the floor again, and gives him a quick hug. "Welcome back!"
"Welcome back?!" Tom exclaims, snapping himself back to earth.
"Thanks." Tord ignores tom's remark and looks at Matt. "I hope you don't mind me letting myself in."
Matt staggers up from the floor and leans on the wall, managing a "N-no notat a-ll-who ar' you?" before loosing his grip and sliding back down to the floor. Edd helps him back up, just remembering the events that took place outside.
"It's me! Tord..?"
"He used to live here." Edd explains
"Um..." Matt grunts
"Yeah, used to." Tom retorts
"Um..." Matt repeats
"You really don't remember?" Tord sighs.
Edd rolls his eyes and gestures at the photo on the wall: it depicts Matt and Tord with their arms around one another; like they'd known each other forever. When Matt continues to stare, dumbfounded, Edd decides he'd just explain it to him.
"It started back in primary school, remember?"
(this is where the storyline starts to shift)
FLAAAAASHHHBAAACK...
It began in a sleepy, non-descript town in Northern England.
Ladigris seemed to be a never-ending streak of grey. Grey skies reflected off of grey buildings, which reflected off of grey faces. Here, time seemed to slow, as if everything was taking it's time; meandering down a long, silent, road to nowhere. It was a quiet life; the residents were private, and kept to themselves. Somebody could be your neighbor for your whole life, and you could've not known they existed. To call it isolation was a bit extreme, but one could not doubt: it was a lonely place to live. Especially for a child.
Even the school followed the routine of silence. Students would arrive, listen to the teacher's monotonous lecture, and then leave. Eight hours a day, five days a week, 39 weeks a year.
It seems impossible, but the townspeople seemed not to care about these draining conditions. They had all adapted to the never-ending grey monotony, even the children.
Well, at least most of them.
But, like all societies, Ladigris had its misfits. People who didn't follow the perceived "normalities" like others around them. The Weirdos. The Losers. The Outcasts.
The problem was, that in most other settings they'd be considered normal people. They weren't extremely smart, or extremely athletic; they weren't extraordinarily beautiful, or extraordinarily ugly; they didn't start gossip, or put others down; they were just...
Different.
They wanted more out of life. They had dreams, hopes, and aspirations.
In this world of grey...
They were the color.
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to be continued :)
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-Lehmr
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EddsWorld: The Tale of Four Colors
FanfictionIn the end of Eddsworld, Tord comes back to his friends only to end up destroying their home with a giant robot, securing his place as a villan. But, what if he never got that chance? What if his plan was foiled before tom stormed out? What if the...
