⋆ Tomtord Oneshots ⋆

I Know We'll Meet Again

hi so this is a one shot i wrote way back in september. its kinda similar to some other tomtord stuff i've read, but idk i wrote it after hearing this song cause it gave me the creeps. play it when specified for maximum spooky vibes.

also this is not at all related to the world war III memes. that was a total coincidence lmao

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Tom wasn't sure how long it had been since the attack. Days, weeks, perhaps even a month? Everything seemed to have blurred together

The eyeless male was instead sitting in front of the fire place, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stared down at the notebook clasped tightly in his hands. Around him was distant chatter, mostly from murmured voices in the kitchen. He didn't bother to pay much attention, though. He was too busy drawing up plans, like he always did. Plans to get the hell out of this place.

You see, World War III (or the Red War, as it was famously called) sucked.

At first government had treated it as some type of sick joke. They figured they could obliterate this new army, the Red Army, in seconds. It was just some sort of glorified gang of teenagers who seemed threatening at the moment, but were probably nothing to worry about. Until they were.

The first bombing had proved they were serious. Then the takeover of Norway. And then the takeover of the rest of Scandinavia. Currently, only a handful of countries had managed to escape the control of the cruel and unjust Red Army. England, where Tom currently lived, had not been spared from this reign of terror.

A little over two weeks ago, the Red Army had arrived. Bombs weren't necessary. But sending national threats and murdering the Queen, along with massacring millions of civilians, was enough to gain control.

So how exactly had Tom survived?

In short, a series of coincidences. A few months ago, when this whole mess had started, Tom's boyfriend disappeared. Not disappeared in the traditional sense, but left a note that simply read:

'I love you, but I have to go. I'll be back soon.'

But he hadn't come back. And with the recent war, Tom didn't think he would. Damn it, it was right after they'd been thinking about marriage, too. Maybe he'd found someone else. Maybe he'd died to the hands of war. Maybe Tom would never know. But back to the story.

After a few long months of grieving painfully and a lot of comfort from his best friends, Tom decided to move away from the city. Not entirely, as he couldn't help but want to be in the area just in case he did come back. So he'd moved to a house in the forest, his only neighbor being about a half an hour drive away.

But to Tom, it was peaceful. He worked from home, so his job wasn't a problem. And in his opinion it was a lot better. His life was peaceful and his friends from the city visited often. Everything had been fine, until it wasn't.

Tom had remembered the call he'd gotten, rushed voices filled with pure desperation as audible gunfire could be heard around them. It was a call from his best friends, Edd and Matt, on the day of the attack.

"THOMAS! Shit...fuck, Matt- no I can't! MOTHER OF-! LOOK WE'RE COMING OKAY- YES ITS A FEW PEOPLE AND WE FUCKING NEED YOUR HELP-"

Tom shuttered at the thought, trying to snap out of this thoughts. They'd all arrived here fine. And by they, he meant six people. Edd, Matt, Eduardo, Jon, Mark, and Ell.