Eddsworld Oneshots

(Suicidal!Tom x Tord)

Theres TordMatt coming up I promise

Warning: This story contains suicidal topics and/or trying to commit suicide.

Enjoy my edgy shit :D

Tom walked along the grass leading up the cliff that was near his house. He had went up there a couple of times, but starting going more often after Tord's incident. Memories flashed through his brain as he remembered all the pain the Norwegian had caused him and his friends.

Tom's friends. The people he had trusted so dearly had replaced him so easily. Tom let out a sigh as he reached the top of the cliff. He sat down on the ground and dangled his legs over the edge, slightly swinging them. Tom looked down at the world below him. A fall from this height would surely kill him.

He counted on it. He had planned to jump. He was gonna jump. Or, maybe fall. Falling would seem more peaceful. But for the moment, he just wanted to say goodbye to everything one last time. He stood up and quietly mumbled goodbyes to Edd, Matt, Susan, and even Tord. His goodbye to Tord was fairly short and he mostly stated that maybe they could've learned to get along. "...maybe if you weren't such a little Shit," Tom growled. "But Im saying goodbye anyway. It seems like the right thing to do.

Tom pulled his flask out of his pocket. He looked at it fir a solid minute before throwing as hard as he could over the cliff. "Well that's something Id thought Id never see you do," an accented voice chuckled from behind him. Tom didn't need to turn around to know it was Tord. Instead he sat back down and continued to stare at the city below. Tord decided to sit next to him. They bot silently sat and watched as the sun began to set, causing the sky to turn colors of pink and orange and yellow.

Tord decided to finally break the silence. "What're you doing out here, Thomas?" Tord was gonna call Tom Jehovah for the sake of old times, but could tell something was seriously wrong with Tom. "I'm broken," Tom stated. "Beyond repair." he turned to face Tord. Gazing at his bandaged face and arm, and the white t-shirt he was wearing that was covered in washed out bloodstains. "How about you? Do you have a second robot hidden on this cliff? Cause I won't bother to stop you this time," Tom said, a bitter tone in his voice. Tord was caught of guard by Tom's words, and were actually kinda hurt by them.

"There's not another robot, Tom," Tord replied looking at the ground. "I cane here to look at the damage Id done. To Edd. To Matt. To you." This time, Tom was caught off guard. Tord actually caring? That was new. "But I know there's another reason you came up here tonight. Won't you tell?" Tord asked. Tom thought for a moment and then laid down on the grass. "Im gonna jump off this cliff."

Tord was taken aback by Tom's words. He was speechless. Tom, the strong man that he had known for years was gonna attempt suicide? Unbelievable! Tom couldn't commit suicide. It would hurt Matt and Edd. It would hurt me! Tord decided to voice his thoughts. Tom! You can't-"

Tom cut him off. "I can't what? Jump off this cliff?" Tord shouted, immediately standing up. "But imagine what this would to to Edd and Matt! You're they're friend!" Tord tried to reason. Tom growled. "They're not my friends. They replaced me the moment they had the chance." Tears started to form in Tom's eyes as he stared Tord dead in the eye.

"They replaced me with you." Tom hissed. "They don't care. You don't care. Fuck you. Fuck life fuck everything." Tears started pouring down Tom's face as he ran iver to the edge of the cliff and gave Tord one last look. "Bye Tord," Tom whispered with a slight smile. Before he pushed himself over the side of the cliff. He was accepting, accepting that this was how he was gonna die. He'd be with his parents soon.

But something stopped him from falling. A hand on his wrist. Tom looked up to see Tord. One with fear in his eyes and tears on his face. "Tom please," Tord sobbed. As much as he hated Tord, he felt bad for causing Tord to be like this. Tom gripped Tord's hands tightly. "Don't let go," Tord whispered as he attempted to pull Tom up. He succeeded.

Tom wasn't dead. Tom wasn't falling. Tom was alive and sitting on the grass, staring at his enemy. His enemy that had saved him. Tord pulled Tom into a tight embrace and mumbled apologies into his ear. "Im sorry they replaced you. Im sorry I was a shithead. Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry." Tord broke down crying on Tom's shoulder. "But I care about you Thomas. Please. Don't ever hurt me like this again. Promise me."

Tom looked at the boy who had hugged him. Then he also broke down crying. "Im so sorry. I promise I'll never do this again. Im sorry."

They both stayed on that cliff, wrapped in each others arms, never wanting to leave. For the first time in awhile, Tom actually felt cared about. Tom felt loved.