It was sunday.
The events that took place yesterday still rested helplessly in your mind.
You hoped that Edd would be awake by this time.
If he's released from the hospital again, you're sure to keep a close eye on his routine.
You hate to admit it, but Edd, he needs help.
He needs to see someone to look after his problems.
He needs a therapist.
Coming downstairs, Grandmother Susan was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, you see Ell cooking bacon and eggs, jamming to some tunes in her earphones.
Oh yeah, Grandmother Susan decided to stay and look after Edd while the 5 of you got sent home last night. No wonder.
You chuckle slightly at the sight. When was the last time you saw Ell carefree?
Good for her, at least she's dealing with the situation much better than you are.
...That's right. Have a positive outlook on life.
Edd'll be fine.
Suddenly, your vision turned black once a figure wrapped their hands around your eyes. "Guess who~!" The unknown said.
"Haha, Matthew, your voice is so recognizable." You reply.
You turn to look at Matt, he had morning hair as always.
"Sleep well?" You asked.
He nodded, "Would it be weird if I said that I would've slept better if you cuddled with me?"
"On many different levels."
Matt gives you a pout then proceeds to take care of Ringo Junior.
Ah, that reminds you...
Edd never noticed Ringo Junior. He was too busy getting ready for the orphanage visit. Maybe you could bring her to the hospital for Edd to see today.
"I wonder if they allow cats in hospitals." You wonder.
"Why?" Matt turns to look at you, all the while petting Ringo Junior's soft fur.
"...Hm...well, Edd never got to see Ringo Junior. So I wonder if he would be cheered up if I showed it to him."
You could have sworn that you heard Matt faintly growl at the mention of Edd, but you shook it off, thinking you were still probably sleepy.
"Yeah, yeah, he'd love that." Matt's voice became monotone, as if he was being sarcastic, but he swiftly changes back to his bright smile, sniffing the air. "Is that bacon I smell?" He asks.
He walks past you and into the kitchen.
You look at the clock, it was 9:17 AM. Tom and Tord should have been downstairs by now. Unless Tom had those late night drinking sessions, then you would undestand. But Tord doesn't have an explainable excuse though.
Curious, you walk upstairs once again.
You softly knock on Tord's room. "Tord?"
No answer.
You knock again, "Tord!! We're gonna miss the premiere of that anime you kept talking about!"
...Strange. Still no answer.
"Don't consider this breaking and entering! I'm just concerned for you!!" You open the door and walked in.
Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Except, Tord was nowhere to be found.
You directly move to Tom's room, not even bothering to knock this time and just barged in.
Oh...what a sight.
You see the two boys in the pajamas, messily laid upon Tom's bed.
Wow, they looked like babies like this.
Tord's feet was just laying on Tom's face and somehow, Tom was still breathing fine. You couldn't help but laugh and take a picture of the two brothers.
They fight a lot, but you know very well that deep down, they care a lot for each other. As you try to snap another photo in, the sound of a notification dinged a lot louder than you had expected.
And because of this, Tord sprung out of the bed, stepping on Tom's face in the process.
"WHAT. THE. FUCK." Tom yells. "COMMIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED."
"GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, JEHOVAH'S WITNESS. GOTTA SAY YOUR FACE IS A GOOD DOORMAT." Tord yells back.
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH NIGHTMARES I HAD BECAUSE OF YOUR STINKY ASS FOOT ON MY NOSE?!"
"WHO'S IDEA WAS IT TO INVITE ME TO YOUR DRINKING SESSIONS I WONDER..."
"AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO AGREED TO GO, I WONDER?!"
"Now, now, boys. It's a good Sunday morning. Don't make me cut your throats open." You give them a nice smile, tucking your phone away. "I see you two had those brotherly bonding time. It's so cute."
"WE WEREN'T-"
"HAHA WHERE'D YOU GET THAT IDEA FROM, (Y/N)?"
"YEAH WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, (Y/N)?"
"Such a good Sunday morning, might I add?"
"Agreed! Poor (Y/N), doesn't know what she's talking about."
You try to keep yourself from laughing, and ended up shoving your phone into the face. The first picture you took since you came in the room.
"(Y/N), Delete that right now, and we'll never have to talk about this ever again."
Tom wearily does gestures with his hands, knowing how much blackmail you can do with that one picture.
"What if I don't wanna?" You grin cutely, almost enough to catch Tom off-guard.
A few minutes passed by since he has been making his way slowly to you.
But-Although he didn't have actual pupils-you could tell he was looking at another direction.
Somewhere-
behind you?
"GOT IT!" Tord snatched your phone away from your hands as quickly.
"H-hey!" You try to grab your phone from Tord, but ended being stuck between the two. "Give it back!" You helplessly jump up and down, trying to yank away your phone from his hands.
"EYELESS BASTARD, CATCH!" Tord tosses the phone over your head and onto Tom's hands perfectly.
"Guys don't make me exercise like this!" You whine. "Don't make me run full speed at you!" You step back a bit. It seemed as if Tom wasn't going to move anytime soon, so you took this chance to pounce on him, making him land on his bed once again.
"Commie, you better not fail this!" Tom throws the phone to Tord, who was already beside the door. "DON'T FORGET TO DELETE THE DAMN PICTURE!" Tom yells at the running Tord, to which Tord yelled back, "OF COURSE I WILL!"
"I-Wait! Tord no!" You tried to chase after the Norwegian boy, but ended up tripping on the excess empty Smirnoff bottles lying around the room.
"Sorry, (Y/N). This is what happens when you try to blackmail!" Tom gets up from his comforter.
"Although I hate you guys for stealing my phone, I gotta say that was some nice team coordination." You sigh heavily, picking yourself up.
Wait.
The texts.
Tord could be reading your texts.
He could find anything there.
...He could find out about Unknown.
Shit shit shit!
You run outside of the room, going downstairs only to be met with an empty living room. You run upstairs again, searching through every room there is.
Where could he have gone?
Those texts are confidential!
He could take it the wrong way!
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