❝ Come find me. ❞ (TomTord)

Chapter 3

"Why won't anyone tell me what's going on?!"
"Tord! W-we can't-"
"Why, though? You don't have a reason, do you?
You just don't want me to mess anything up! Right?
You don't want me fuck something up like I did in the beginning!"
"Tord it's not like that!"
"Sure! Whatever. I'm gonna go find Tom."
"Tord! No! Don't-"
"Shut up- you're not gonna change my mind!"
"TORD!-"
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Tord had run away from them. He had been just like Tom.
He ran away from Edd and Matt. Out of anger- out of..fear?...
He made it to the edge of the forest, completely prepared to die looking for Tom.
He'd always feel like shit if he didn't find Tom- or die trying to.
He'd left everything at home- so he didn't have his phone, wallet, or anything.
All he had was a feeling that something was in this forest.
It could be Tom. It could be that creature. It could be a serial killer-
Who knows.
"Tom!" He called out, glancing to his sides. This is where he was last time- where he heard the growl.
"Thomas!" He called out again, starting to move down the path again. He'd sigh, now wishing he had brought something with him instead of being a dumbass and bringing nothing.
"Stupid Jehovah- Running away from home.." He mumbled, picking up a piece of a crushed branch. It looked like it was shattered- bits of the branch everywhere. What did this? He doubted it was a human- what could've done this?..
Then something hit his nose. A horrible stench. What was it? It smelled so bad-
He stepped away from where he was, covering his nose.
"What the fuck.." He'd step towards the smell, curious what it was coming from.
He'd come closer to the smell, it getting stronger and worse.
He'd move some branches and leaves out of the way, only to dig his hand into something squishy.
"EW!-" He pulled his hand away quickly, looking at what got on his hand.
He had..blood on his hand...? His eyes widened at the blood on his hand, and the small pieces of what he assumed to be organs.
He pulled the branches and leaves out of the way fully. He was gonna throw up-
It was a dead dog. It was large in size, and it's stomach was ripped open.
Organs trailed out of it's body, some seeming to have been torn out and thrown back down over the corpse. The blood was still fresh.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" He yelled, pulling away from the corpse.
What did this? And why? It still had fear frozen into it's face..
It didn't look like it got eaten at all..just ripped up..an animal wouldn't kill something like this just to not eat it, right?
"What...why..." -He mumbled, looking away. He was gonna throw up.
The smell- the organs..the blood...
He threw up in his mouth, spitting it out instantly. "Ew-" He pulled away from where he was.
He needed to get away from this- this stench, this corpse..
Tord turned and ran, off the path and into the actual forest. Like a dumbass.
His foot caught on a tree root, making him fall. What he had been going down was a sort of slope- he slammed his face into the dirt, before rolling down to the bottom of the slope.
He rolled over one more time, onto his back.
"Ow.." he mumbled, rubbing some blood off of his face and onto the back of his hand.
He continued to lay there, unmoving. He was just catching his breath.
He was disoriented. His face hurt- and so did his foot. Had he broken anything?
Then he heard something. It sounded like walking, but it was louder and making the ground shake slightly- like a large creature was walking.
He assumed he was just hearing things. He was disoriented after all.
At least, that's what he thought until he got lifted from the ground and faced towards something.
Something growling. Something big.
It had dark purple fur...striped purple and magenta horns...and that one..big..unmistakable..black eye.
But that couldn't be Tom! No way in hell. Just a coincidence, right?
He knew Tom probably wasn't exactly human, but that didn't mean he was a..a monster!
That had to be..the creature the news was talking about! The dangerous creature..who killed all those cats and dogs...
He had to fight it- he couldn't just die here! He couldn't just give up on Tom.
He'd feel like shit forever.
"Let go of me you dumb fuck-!" He attempted to kick the monster in the face, but failed because of the monster holding him too far from it's face.
It let out a loud growl, tossing him. He'd slam into a tree, yelping as he hit it.
He was on the verge of passing out. What the hell was happening..?
He managed to stand up, but his vision was blurring in and out and he couldn't tell exactly where the monster was.
"S..stay away! I can't..I can't let you hurt...Tom!" He waved his arm in the air, thinking that would do something. But he was so dizzy..
He fell to his knees.
Why was he so weak..? Why couldn't he get up...?

The monster stopped growling.Tord couldn't bring himself to even look up right now. He was so dizzy..
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Was Tord..trying to save him? From himself? Wait- Tord didn't know what he was. He didn't know he was a monster.Or did he? No. Tord was lying. He was a liar. He wanted to hurt Tom. Right? Yeah. Tord was a liar.Tom didn't want Tord's help. No. He never would. Because Tord is a liar!

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The monster had paused. Why?
Why would it have any reason to not kill him..? It stood there for about a minute, not doing anything. Tord didn't dare look up. Maybe if he just..sat there, it would lose interest.He was wrong.So wrong. It let out another growl and approached him.It raised it's arm, ready to hit Tord.Tord looked up,

right as the claws came down on him.

"..Fuck.."