After Tord was reunited with his giant robot he thought that he'd be able to take over the world, he believed he wouldn't regret his decisions. Oh how he was wrong, whenever he thought about his previous actions he felt like he was being stabbed with multiple knives and the guilt he felt afterwards was unbearable. He had almost killed his friends, friends that had trusted him and took him in almost immediately when he decided to suddenly move back in...and what did he do? He betrayed them, he destroyed their home and most importantly, he destroyed their friendship... A year has past since then and while Edd and the others may be doing well, Tord is struggling with depression big time. He desperately needed and wanted his friends forgivenes, but he knew that he had crossed the line that day. So what happens when Tord leaves the Red Army and tries to start over with his old friends? Read and find out!! (I do not own the cover or characters in this book)

Tom a semi quiet person who keeps to himself and doesn't like to go out much. Tord an adventurousness outsider who is very social and fun to be around. ✨HighSchool au✨ - Art By: TordKink

Imagine a dimension where Rick is too young to have a Beth, meaning that Rick doesn't have somebody to go on adventures with (AKA no Morty). Now add yourself into the dimension, and soon you begin to wonder how you tie into the story. Well, imagine Rick breaking into your house, and trying to stay for as long as he possibly could. What could this young scientist possibly have up his sleeve? Now that's a question I can answer. Read the book ;)

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.