Eddsworld: Stuck with their biggest enemy (Torm Fusion)

Tom - The rejects

What the hell...? was my first thought when I noticed five pairs of eyes curiously staring at us. I was used to being stared at because of my eyes, that much was true, but the people in this room really made me feel... uncomfortable. Freaked out, almost. They just looked so weird... I know I shouldn't judge a book by its cover, especially in my situation, but I couldn't help myself. I just thought they were freaks because of their weird looks. Mainly because of  how they had our features.

How do we always get in situations like this? Is there actually any normal day in our life?

I had almost forgotten Tord was there. How the fuck could I forget about him?! I was trapped in the same body as him! Had I already gotten that used to it?

It's probably like that because we are friends with the person who keeps being surrounded by supernatural trouble. Edd is like a magnet for that stuff. And what do you mean with 'our'? You do realise how long you were away, don't you, Tord? You missed most of it!

He ignored my last comment. Good call or else we probably would have started another fight.

Not every problem we have because of Edd is supernatural! I... hope that at least...

"How did you escape?" a person who looked identical to me before being fused with Tord asked with narrowed eyes. So he was a clone... everyone in this room was a clone... but why were most of them looking so extremly weird?

Did I... look like that? Exactly the same? Was I actually that short? Was my hair really that spiky? For some reason it was getting harder to remember how I looked like... That couldn't be good. Was I getting too used to this? 

And what did he mean with 'escape'? Escape from what? This evil director guy? The zombie apocalypse? Man, this guy should probably be more specific.

"Er...what?" Tord asked. "I am sorry, but what do you mean?" So Tord HAD the ability to say polite things instead of insults. Interesting. Who would have known.

"How did you E-S-C-A-P-E. Is it really that hard to understand?" he growled and turned to the other clones as if to see what their opinion was. A person with my eyes, Edd's hair, Matt's chin and Tord's hoodie shook his head. Was I also that rude...? No, I was not going to have a revelation about myself now!

"NEw fRIeNd!" Some small version of me suddenly squeaked and ran up to us. "WiLl PLaY wITh SCriBblE?" We stared at him, not sure what we should think of or even do with him. After a few seconds I decided just to clear things up. This was getting ridiculous.

"We did not escape."  

"What? How could you not have escapde? You are a reject clone, just like us!" Things slowly started to make sense. At least a little.

So this evil creator has made more clones of us than the ones we killed, but there were clones which were messed up and he keeps them in this rooms. Got it.

No shit, Sherlock. Seriously, you should stop telling me obvious things. I may not have eyes, but I can still see.

Tom, how about you're not saying or thinking anything unnecessary like that for the rest of the day? I am really stressed right now and I have no time for your shit.

So what? I am feeling the same way!

"Not really, actually. We are just a fusion," we answered truthfully. The Scribble clone or whatever he called himself hugged our leg for some reason and I really didn't like it, so I tried getting rid of him by shaking our leg.

"So you are like us?" a ginger person asked with four different voices. The voices of Edd, Matt, Tord and me...

One of his eyes was black, just like mine and he had a blue hoodie, which turned red on the bottom of it. Over the hoodie he wore an overcoat. The left side of it was green, the other one purple. His trousers and his shoes were also in two different colours, being light brown on the left and blue on the right side, and his shoes were black and grey. But he talked with four different voices at the same time, so we weren't sure if he was really one person.

"Um, not really..." Tord muttered. I could tell he wasn't comfortable with the situation. I almost felt sorry for him.

"We are the real Tom and Tord, not clones."

"Sure you are. Everyone thinks that. Every clone think they are the real version, but nobody is," a strange clone who looked like a bit like us answered. "So everyone is an idiot in here."

"Then why do we know what happened to the rest of the clones?"

"What happened to them?" a way too detailed Matt clone asked. Seriously, it was disturbing.

"They got killed," we replied, not so sure if it was a good idea to tell them we were the ones who killed them together with Edd and Matt.

"Alright, so we are going to believe you..." the Tom clone muttered. "What do you call yourself?"

"...Torm," we said after a few seconds.

"I am Thomas," the Tom clone said, chuckling, "The small clone over there is Scribble Tom or Scribble for short, that's Realistic Matt as you can see, that's Tomatoredd and the last one is... also Torm." He pointed on every clone in the room while introducing them. Well, guess we weren't that special. There gad to be a clone like us.

"Why do you call yourself Thomas? I always hated to be called that."

He grimaced. "I am not hundred percent like you. I am actually very different. A lot more serious."

"I already am serious." Should I take offense to this?

"Not all of the time..."

Scribble Tom was still hugging my leg. He smiled up to me and said, "ScRiBBle WoN'T LeT YoU gO!"

I felt our face changing into a amused expression.

"Why are you here?" Tomatoredd asked with Edd's voice.

"Oh, we were chased by your creator because he thought we were also clones," Tord chuckled.

"I just wanted to watch a film and then that happens..." I rolled our eyes.

"Yeah, it wasn't what we expected to happen today, to be honest," Tord grinned.

"Indubitably," Realistic Matt said, smirking.

Why did I feel so relaxed and at peace all of the sudden? I should be more freaked out around these messed up clones. It was so strange.