T'was late on a Thursday. Edd and Matt are fast asleep, and Tord is sitting on the curb with nothing but his thoughts, a gun in his hoodie, and a dim lamppost. It's almost midnight. It's almost morning. And Tom hasn't been seen since three o' clock. [What I mean by "light" is that it's not straight to the point shipping, it takes a little while to happen. | An AU of sorts where the events of The End haven't happened yet. Tord isn't sure whether or not he wants to carry through with his plan of world domination. | TW for alcohol use, drug mention, violence/blood, and swearing.]

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

Tch. I don't even know why I'm here.