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.]

Tom can't take this anymore, can he? He's losing his mind thinking about it. Thinking about him. Him. Him him him him. What was his name? Oh right, how can Tom forget? He could never forget what he had done to Tord Larsin, the Red Leader.

Edd, Matt, and Tom decide to take another trip to the Magic Shop... Long story short, Matt has no coordination, Tom has zero reflexes, Edd is oblivious, and Tord takes too many walks. (Cover art is clearly not mine :P) [Also this story will be LONG! Sorry! So... Lock your doors and close the blinds we're going for a ride!] VERY SLOW UPDATES.