Eddsworld Future AU

Chapter 4

Tord slams into his office, his frustration over the situation poorly hidden under the thin veneer of his cold gaze.

"I wanted to go see the invasion..." Tord whines, settling with a huff onto his chair. "I'm not helpless. I can do things. But.. Tom does have a point." Tord  sighs. "He always has a point.."

"Ugggh, maybe I'll just look over these plans again.." Tord ponders over the battle plans, checking for, if any, mistakes. He finds one, but is automatically horrified at it as he realizes what he's done. "Oh Faen..."

Tord shoots up from his seat, moving as quickly as he can. Whipping his walkie talkie off his belt, he races down the corridor, his expression panicked.

"Please don't let them have left yet, please don't let them have left yet... Blodig faen ... Hva har jeg gjort ?!"

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Tom looked down as he followed his higher ranked officers and Tord's best friends. A few thoughts crossed his mind concerning the battle plan that Tord and him had come up with. The gears in his mind turned, displaying the best and worst possible scenarios. A part of him worried that the entire plan was bs and wouldn't even work. They didn't even have a Plan B. 

'Wait... Do we?'

Tom shook his head, trying to erase these confused thoughts from entering his head and instead clear it for the upcoming battle. Midway through his medative concentrated mental silence, a sharp pain resembling a blunt object hitting his skull rang through his pain recepters like bells on a Sunday morning. Not that he ever actually went  to church. 

"What the hell...?" Tom groaned, gripping his head slightly. His footsteps stopped in their tracks, the pain too intense to move forward.

Tom growled as it sparked again, like an uncontrollable flicker of electricity.  Huffing, Tom fell onto one knee, the pain too much to handle. It was like daggers running knives through his goddamn brain! His body quivered as Tom struggled to deal with the barrage that he'd been forced to deal with.

Being unable to bear the weight of his pain, Tom collapsed onto the floor, kneeling on both knees in the middle of the empty hall. Paul and Patryck step away from him, each too dumbfounded by the events happening before their eyes to even think about contacting their Leader. Tom began to cough, the pain radiating through him making him want to retch what little food he had eaten during the day. Panting, Tom planted both hands onto the floor, slightly aware of the fact that the corner of his visor had cracked. 

Tom's breathing began to rapidly increase, each breath becoming painful and more laborious than the last. He stared hard at  the floor, his thoughts trying to put together what exactly was going on. Tom's ears began to ring, drowning out all other sounds in the area, his eyebrows furrowing in pain, confusion, and a hundred other emotions that he would later describe as one word: Fear. Closing his suddenly sensitive eyes against the painfully bright light of the electrical bulbs of the base, it was all Tom could do to grip the linoleum flooring and hope that someone -- anyone --- would come to put him out of this misery.

Little did he know it, his savior was to come soon enough. The Red Leader himself could be seen charging through the halls, anxious to stop Tom from running into a fate that he was sure he had given him.

"Tom? Thomas! Where are you? Are you still here?" Tord yells into the walkie talkie, oblivious to the situation going on in the empty hallway Tom was in with his two most trusted soldiers. The soldiers Tord passed stared after him with a confused and frightened expression. They had never seen their Leader like this before, and it sure couldn't mean something good. 

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.... Paul? Patryk? Answer me, jævla det!"

But the two soldiers were too busy panicking over the distressed Tom to hear the crackling of their walkie talkies.

After what seemed like a lifetime and a half to both Tord and Tom, the red male skids around the corner leading to Tom's hall, boots squeaking on the tile--- and stops, seeing Tom on his hands and knees. Every gear in his mind seemed to freeze, his heart stopping at the gut wrenching scene in front of him. The disrought leader practically runs to Tom, falling onto his knees to meet Tom on the floor where he writhed in utter agony. Hidden tears welled in Tord's eyes as he gathered his precious Thomas into his arms. 

"Tom?" Tord says quietly, his voice strained with emotion and the will not to crack.

Tom's  visor was shockingly blank, scaring Tord to the depths of his soul. There was always something there.. Tom's visor wasn't programmed to stay blank for such long periods of time. He should know, Tord had made it himself. Tom's breathing was  quick and laboured, the breathing of someone in obvious pain. Sweat dripped off his body and face in rivulets, streaming down his cheek. Tord wiped some off, earning shocked looks from both Paul and Pat. They had never seen their Leader act so affectionatly to anyone before. Tord blatently ignored their stares and went on caressing and soothing the agonized male, his hand shaking slightly from unadmitted fear. Although Tord couldn't actually see Tom's eyes, he got the impression that Tom had closed them from the way that he had sighed heavily and leaned into his embrace, something that Tom would have never done intentionally.

Inwardly panicking, Tord scoops up the male into his arms, making a beeline for the med ward. Without sparing a glance at the two soldiers he had left jaw dropped behind, Tord issues orders from over his shoulder as he speed walks away.

"Paul, Pat, continue with the mission. Tom isn't going anywhere.."

Exchanging looks, Paul and Pat snap into the obligatory salute before reciting the expected response in unison. "Yes, sir."

They hold the pose until Tord rounds the corner with Tom limp in his arms before breaking out the question they'd both been holding back since the entire scene had began.

"...What the hell just happened?"

As Tom lay partially conscious in Tord's arms, he had the vague feeling that someone was carrying him. Feeling ever so dizzy,Tom fell into a painful slumber, full of nightmares and painful memories. 

"Hello, old friend.."

"Commie bastard!"

"I thought... I thought you were our friend..."

"Who needs friends when you have a giant robot?!"

"So long old friends..."

"I. Am Not. Your. Friend!!"

Boom

Tom jolts of of his sleep, only to be faced with a setting that he thought he'd never see again...

"This is definately not the base..."

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Hah! Take that authors who think 600 words is a lot! This chapter was 1160 words long! So there! 

Okay, bye now!