TomTord oneshots

lmao tom goes insane

tw: murder, gore, and sexual sadism (grinding + thoughts)

angst, i think

Tom twitched, his teeth gritting.

Everything felt wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG.

He sat in front of his keyboard, trying to write this out, trying to get it out. He hated it, god he could fucking smash someone's head in over this stupid fucking feeling.

Fingers aggressively smashed against the keys, writing his thoughts down, he wants it out so fucking bad. Breaths shook his chest as he wrote, backspacing more than usual, which just about says something.

His skin crawled. It itched up his skin, and he had to move, he had to get it OUT.

"Tom, could you come here, please?" Edd called, and Tom's head snapped up as he held back slamming his fists against the table.

Face impressively neutral for his internal thoughts, he walked out of the room, fingers twitching in irritation. Edd glanced up at him from the kitchen counter, giving him a cheery smile.

Tom could easily bash his head against the counter over and over again until his mouth filled with blood, pouring from his skull as the mush of his brain showed--

"So, I've been thinking about getting another cat!" He grinned at Tom, seemingly excited at this. Ringo let out a "brr" as she looked up from her place on the ground.

He gritted his teeth. "You know how well two cats will get along when they don't know each other from birth, Edd." Knuckles cracking, he leaned back, trying to get as far away from Edd's excessively loud voice.

"Huh?" Edd tilted his head, clueless.

Oh, Tom was going to snap.

"You're the one with the fucking cat, Edd, how do you not know this shit?" he barked, raising his voice, and Edd's stupid comments crawled up his skin and nothing, and he means nothing, would be better than choking the life out from him. "They could easily hurt each other if they don't like each other." He began to tap patterns against his leg, trying to block out his thoughts.

Edd blinked uselessly before shrugging it off. "Yeah, but..."

Tom gritted his teeth and let out a shaky breath, fingers curling angrily.

"Ringo is so kind to us, so..."

He took a step forward as Edd tilted his head up, closing his eyes. He knew these thoughts were wrong, but he couldn't hold them back. He stood directly in front of the boy now, right next to clean, shining counter.

"...I don't think she'd hurt any cat!"

"Oh, fuck you, you dumb fuck!" he snarled, hand reaching up and gripping Edd's hair. Before he could respond, Tom slammed his head into the corner of the counter. Ringo yowled in shock at the yell Edd let out, but Tom couldn't stop.

One.

Edd's hands reached up and tried to pry Tom away, but the boy had the power of his monster form behind the grip. It felt too good to let go.

Two.

"You useless bitch! Do you ever do anything but sit on your ass all day and drink fucking cola?!"

Three.

"This is probably why you're a fucking artist. You're too stupid to do anything else."

Four.

"No fucking wonder why your parents think you're a disappointment, Edd."

Five.

"Hel--"