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I'm tired of writing in Tom/Tord's POV, so here))
Sometimes I feel like nobody appreciates me. I try to be nice, I try to help. Yet, I still have two asshole friends
Well, one asshole friend.
Tord blew up our house and then blew himself up. In other words, he's dead. At least I think he's dead. He'd either dead or on a hospital bed with his brains spilling out.
Yet, I still have this idiot drunkard/druggy on my hands who demands respect and never gives it.
I got up from the couch of my apartment. That's it! I headed towards the door and walked out, a little pep in my step.
It's time that drunk bastard got a piece of one's mind! I opened the door without problems. Seems like he didn't even take the time to lock it. Typical Tom.
I walked into his room, half expecting him to be drinking on his bed.
"Tom! It's about time that I-"
Empty. Window open. Empty vodka bottle on the floor.
GOD DAMN IT!!
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Cloned (An Eddsworld Au) Tom x Tord (Platonic)
FanfictionThis is my first fanfic, so sorry if it's bad or has typos. May contain mild cursing. Time: After 'The End' Tom has been kidnapped by a man named 'Red Leader.' He has been thrown in a cell and is certain this man is 'Tord'... that is until someone...
