Tomtord Oneshots (Discontinued)

Grim Reaper! Tord X Ghost! Tom

Requested by @Mangle_Cipher (Thank you!)

   Thomas walked over to the lake's edge to see nothing but a sun blaring in his eyes. He was used to this, he could jump into the water and it couldn't even make a ripple. He was a ghost, someone who had chosen to stay back on Earth just to look after two of his friends. Two people who were now twenty years dead, killed in a car crash. He had begged and pleaded then to stay with him, but instead they followed a black hooded male with a scythe in hand.

Ever since then he felt as he had been going insane. Twenty years, and no one has ever seen him. Twenty-five years and no one has ever talked to him. When he was watching over Edd and Matt, he had a goal and got to stalk celebrities in his free time. He promised himself that they would choose to talk to their dead friend who sacrificed his whole second life for them. Instead they just ignored his pleas, making him feel more invisible than he actually was.

So he just stared at the lake, his eyebrows knitting themselves as the sun was covered in a clear sky without a walking life form in sight. He turned around to see a different black hooded male, slight tufts of hair stood out the hood. A tiny smile could be seen from the shade of the hood. The reaper was leaned on his deep red scythe, a skeleton hand outstretched to the tinted blue male. That same male had his knees buckled and hands just noticeably trembling.

"What are you doing here?"

He slightly puffed out his chest, feeling his voice crack through pressure and the fact that he hasn't used it for years. He straightened his posture to seem strong or prideful, but in reality he was looking at the same thing that took away his hope. Something that he feared, death.

"Just leading ya to where you belong, 'cause no offense but it seems pretty desolate over here."

He was split between two emotions, want and the fear to trust. So he just chose to utter the first thing on his mind.

"Wh-why?"

Tom damned himself for stuttering, but the reaper had an opposite reaction. A smirk almost permanently planted on his face grew to it's full extent.

"Well, hate to break it to ya but this isn't my first go around. It's kinda my job but since you're cute I'll save you the two hundred bucks."

   The slightly shorter male's eyebrows furrowed. A frown placed on his ghostly features. He stepped away, soon falling into the lake. A curtesy laugh was granted by the grim reaper as he reached out a hand for the still dry, well more likely just normal, Tom. The ghost figure shook into the lake, almost as if the skeleton hand was a repellent. He stopped trying to control his fear and just focused on the cognitive ability to stop the 'Fight or Flight' reaction that seemed to still be deeply installed into his habits. Soon, the wooden part of the scythe urged him closer to Death represented by a male. Tord's voice dropped an octave deeper as he stepped into the lake to meet the other male face to face.

"Don't be afraid of me."

   Crystal clean breathe fanned the blue ghost's non-existent face. The other man's features were clearly visible with their close proximity. The black void's scanned the other's face, since they were ultimately trapped. Although the reaper could never tell, the black voids found the target of the other's eyes and fell into a gentle haze of thoughts. Until one thought surpassed the maze.

'This could be the same thing that took Edd and Matt away from me.'

   That took this interaction back to rock bottom. Actually below rock bottom at this point. The conversation filled with shaking and falling into lakes just got worse. How? Don't ask an author about a plot when their dead inside.

   So, he jumped up and swung over the scythe, he contorted to an almost white contrast from his blue tint. Speed was of an essence to him, jolting away as fast as the forces would allow him. He turned back for a second to see the reaper cupping his forehead. Frustration seemed to rain around him. Suddenly the grey eyed element of death twisted into nothing but air. Something loosely wrapped around his torso. He violently shook and swayed as he looked above him to see the taller almost invisible vapor looking down at him.

"Please let me get you home Tom..."

   His forehead rested on the shorter male's, the knots that twisted themselves around the blue clad's stomach seemed to unravel. He always thought that the touch of a reaper would be so cold and unforgiving that it scared you into following them... Why can't his expectations ever turn into a reality?

A/N
If this is not ideal or you just want me to redo I will, I swear. Sorry it took so long, and probably should go onto the word count instead of rambling. (862 words)