Matt was inside his room trying to sleep. The night was calm, but he couldn't deal with the sleepiness because something was on his mind.
Although, the word something is not the best one to describe it. In fact, someone has been running on his mind for awhile now.
The man with no right eye and arm, all covered in scars from past fights in battlefields and that incredibly survived an explosion worried him about his mental health. He could tell something was wrong with him. The way he speaks, behaves and acts were so new compared to how he used to be in the distant past.
The confidence, jokingly but yet cynical personality he had was now a string of dust that floated around his mind.
That guy didn't exist anymore.
Instead, there was a broken, terrified soul trapped in the old and wear out body the other boy left.
He knew he didn't want to be here. He knew this Tord wasn't his Tord. He knew this new soul has been through a lot of damage to end up like this- miserably weak and torn apart.
Matt didn't want this. He wanted the old horned man to come back. He just couldn't stand how his old lifelong friends were harrasing the pour fragile soul inside Tord's body. He couldn't stand it. The feeling of not being capable of doing anything to stop their pain was slowly making his head ache.
Getting up from bed, he changed his pijama's t-shirt to his purple hoodie and went out of his room. Trying not to be caught by his housemates, he entered to Tord's room slowly. Closing after getting in, he started to find the Norwegian bed. After almost falling to the floor twice, he found it. He forced more his eyes to adjust to the dark of the room and soon enough he was capable of seeing the burnt man on the bed.
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Diversos⟨ Welcome ! ⟩ This is a little book of Eddsworld one-shots You may find here from ships to just some random ideas I think the characters could be in It could be from just some ship fluff or see how Tom and Tord handle a fight without Edd and Matt i...
