Warning: Night terrors, loud noises, anxiety, drinking
Tom sat on his bed, his usual blue hoodie on and knees pulled up to his chest as he listened to the rain outside. A clap of thunder sounded and he shrieked, jumping off the bed and landing in a heap on the floor. He scrambled to his feet, shaking, grabbing his bear to hide in thew closet. He pulled out a box and sat in the corner as small as he could make himself.
The terrified Brit hadn't told anyone, not even Matt or Edd, that since Tord's betrayal he'd been scared of loud noises. Tom pulled his bear closer and started chewing on his hoodie sleeve, a habit he couldn't seem to break.
=Next morning=
Tom stumbled into the kitchen where Matt and Edd were eating breakfast. Edd looked up with a smile. "Hey Tom." The green-clad brunette greeted. "Sleep well last night?"
"Y-yeah." Tom lied, blinking his dark eyes forcefully. "I did." He got his coffee and perched on the counter, sipping the hot drink slowly. Matt frowned.
"You look tired." The ginger male pointed out.
"I always look tired, Matt." Tom grimaced, drinking the rest of his coffee and putting the cup back on the counter. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the dark circles under his eyes and failed to stifle a yawn.
Edd, as always, didn't fail to notice this. He frowned, starting to open his mouth, but Tom cut him off by hopping off the counter. "What do you guys want to do today?" He asked, running a hand through his usually spiked hair.
Matt thought, as did Edd. Edd checked outside the window. "Its still raining, I guess we could do something here?" He suggested. Tom froze for a second, but quickly shook it off.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds fine." The spiky haired Brit spoke, trying to hide the tremor in his voice. Edd glanced at Matt, who had the same confused expression as Edd did.
Tom trudged back to his room, shaking. He locked the door behind him and started breathing shakily and looking around for his bear. He found it and held it close, shrieking as another thunderclap shook him. He dove under the bed, shutting his eyes tightly and chewing on his sleeve again.
A knock sounded at the door, making Tom yelp. "W-what is it?" He called, unable to stop his voice from cracking. The door creaked open and Edd stepped into the room.
"Tom? Where are you?" The animator asked, looking around. Tom peeked out from under the bed, his spiky hair giving him away anyway. "Everything okay?" Asked Edd, sitting next to Tom, leaning against the bed.
"Y-No.." Tom muttered, decoding not to lie. He had already downed about a bottle of Smirnoff and was a bit woozy, loosing control of what he said and didn't say.
"Wanna talk about it?"
The slightly drunk man hesitated before spilling. "I don't like thunder." He said. "It scares me and reminds me of the commie." Tom never called him Tord anymore, just 'commie' or some swear word.
Edd flinched before nodding. "Yeah. That was one hell of an adventure, wasn't it?"
"Adventure?" Tom hissed. "Damned nightmare, that was."
"Didn't you call him 'Sunshine lollipops?'" Edd asked, cracking a smile.
"Yeah, then threw the sofa at him. And almost shot him with a harpoon gun." Tom mused.
Edd smiled and continued to talk to Tom. He glanced out the window to see sun shining on the wet ground. "Hey! The rain stopped!"
Tom checked to see if it was true. "Huh." He wiggled out from under the bed, hiding his bear before Edd could see it.
The animator stood, helping Tom up as well. He grinned. "Better now?" Tom nodded.
"Yeah." He collapsed on his bed, tired and drunk. "Edd?"
"Yeah?" Edd turned as he reached the door.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
A/N: I know my writing sucks, please don't hate. This is my first time writing something for this fandom, so yeah.
