Eddsworld Oneshots

Only Me

Tom x Yandere Tord
High School AU

The twisted smile on his crooked face widened and pulled his soft lips tighter against his pearly teeth.  The corners of his mouth seemed to curl under the weight of his high cheekbones, forming a Cheshire grin.

My dark eyes grew with horror as I stared down the dim hall at the gruesome scene that had unfolded before me.

Linoleum tiles, which once paved the school's corridors in white, now lie still with glistening streaks of red.

In his right hand, he held tight a long hunting knife, its serrated edges dripping with the blood of mutilated classmates.

Time itself seemed to slow and the residual ringing in my ears soon drowned out every sound except for my panicked breathing. The horned figure stood seemingly frozen against the gory backdrop with his icy, grey gaze fixed on me. 

Suddenly, he threw his head back and a maniacal cackle erupted from his throat. His shoulders shook as the terrifying howl echoed through the corridor like a thundering stampede of horses.  A chill ran up my spine as he finally lowered his chin.

The crazed look that strained his round face, softened into something more thoughtful. A sort of tranquility then washed over him as he assumed a more innocent stance with his arms crossed in front of him.

"Thomas, Thomas, Thomas."  His heavy accent sang with each approaching step.  "There is no need to look so scared, my love.  We're safe now," the Norwegian transfer cooed, sashaying his thin hips as he closed the distance between us. I could do nothing but watch helplessly as he drew nearer. I was paralyzed, too afraid to move.

Tord returned his blade to the leather sheathe hanging off his belt before delicately placing his hands on my chest and pressing his body to mine in a suggestive manner.

"You know," He started, pulling me back to reality.  "I did all of this for you.  I knew how much you were suffering, trying to keep that secret of yours hidden."  The male began fiddling with my tie, tracing an absent pattern into the jet fabric with his finger.  "But now, there is nobody around to hurt you.  Nobody to take you from me."

His golden bangs tickled my forehead as he leaned in for a kiss. The intoxicating metallic scent that clung to his uniform hypnotized me with fear, allowing for him to seal the gap.

Bracing for the impact, I squeezed my eyelids shut. Our only lips touched for an instant, but it was enough to ignite a beating fire in my chest. Tord's wicked smirk dissolved as he dove in to steal another. This time, however, was more intense than what I was prepared for. The transfer slipped his strong arms around my neck, forming a deadly noose as his tongue forced its way in. It thrashed around violently like a headless snake and wrestled with me in an imaginary battle for dominance.

The bitter taste he was leaving in my mouth, snapped me back to my senses and I shoved the man backwards. Tripping over his own foot, his grip loosened and he landed on the tile floor with a wild expression plastered to his ghostly-pale face.

"T-Tom!  What's going–" he stuttered out of confusion before I cut him off.

"STOP!"  I raked my trembling fingers through my mousy hair and shrank back, half surprised by the hot tears spilling from my angry eyes. The wave of anguish that swept through my veins, thawed the ice he had injected there.  His startled face said enough, he didn't understand. I shook my heavy head, clearing it of chaos. "This- none of this is what I wanted." I choked, ducking away.

The Norwegian silently pulled himself to his feet and wiped his hands on the jet black fabric of his pants. Slowly, he stepped forward with open arms, ready to embrace me. An outstretched straightjacket was all I saw, another attempt to lock me in his sick game.

Tord tried to move forward with his comforting gesture, but I resisted. "STOP IT!" I screamed. "If you thought that you could earn my affection by slaughtering all my friends, then you thought wrong."

He paused for a moment, the color draining from his face, he looked as if he had just taken a bullet to the heart. The male grabbed at his chest to make sure everything was still intact and let out a shaky sigh. "They were g-going to hurt y-you. If they found–"

"'If they found out'? They already knew!" I straightened up and stared him down with glassy eyes. "They already knew, and they accepted me! They didn't care if I was gay!..... But now they're dead....."

"Thomas–"

"NO! They are dead because of you! You killed them.... I will NEVER be able to forgive you." The Norwegian's bottom lip began to quiver as his fearful silver eyes widened.  It seemed as if he were about to start crying but his mouth slowly cracked into a frightening grin.

"Well that's just it then isn't it?"  He chuckled, crossing his arms behind his back.

I shot him a concerned look.

"I feared it might come to this."  Tord slid the stained hunting knife out of its sheathe and I instinctively took a step backwards, feeling my stomach drop.  "If I can't have you...." he hissed, muscles twitching.

"....Then no one can."

I half based this oneshot off the game Yandere Simulator with the whole 'high school' atmosphere, but I really enjoyed fulfilling this request. Thank you so much @soal13!!

I'm sorry if this is garbage too. I've been working day and night for the past 3 weeks and high-key forgot how to write.

-Cats