Tord slowly came to his senses. He was laying on a cliffside, rubble from his hard work laying around him, and his right arm completely immobile. As he sat up he noticed his black feathers laying on the ground, examining his appendages he noticed that most of his feathers were gone for some reason. "Tsk, it's not like I hurt friends..besides bat-like wings aren't as girly.." He complained. He had though. He had hurt someone he loved more than the others. He was hiding it. Rising to his feet, the red clad man stumbled over to get a good view, his foot meeting to one of the many robotic arms.
He picked up the synthetic arm and stared down at the town. His 'ex-friends' were cheering on Tom. 'Him' Tord thought. 'I'm losing my feathers because of that bastard.' He confessed to himself. He always picked on the Jehovah's witness in a friendly way, but sometimes he went too far. When he was around Tom, he felt the urge to impress him in any way. Whether it be a funny joke or an invention. But he didn't like it. Every time he did it seemed like he made it worse. His breathing hitched as he thought. 'Goddamnit, I love that pineapple..' He sat, and thought about what he had just done, ignoring the insight from Patryk and Paul about him leaving.
He sat there, picking himself apart for everything he had done. Currently the score of fuck ups was Tord - God knows how many and Tom- I mean one time he punched someone. He had to admit, he didn't deserve to even know Tom. The man is a damn alcoholic and yet Tord still thought the man was pure. But he had an idea of how to restore his image. 'Amnesia, the morons won't be able to tell if I have it or not.' A small smirk spread across his face. "Patryk." He called, startling the two men in the background having not heard nothing but sighs from him for the past hour. "Y-yes?" He quickly replied.
"I have an idea.."
Tom grumbled as he got out off of the couch, who could be knocking at this hour? He paused 'Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 6' and started trudging towards the door. "Be right back." He grumbled to the two men still seated on the sofa. "Yes?" He rudely asked as he opened the door. Two men, probably in their thirties, stood behind the door. One had huge eyebrows while the other was much taller and had a prince charming sort of hairstyle. "Are you..Thomas?" The taller one questioned. "Yes, why do you ask?" the older man adjusted his extremely convincing fake glasses before looking at his clip-board.
"Just recently there was a car crash that involved who I am sure of to be your friend." Tom raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Who is this person?" The shorter of the two looked up to his partner before exchanging a nod. He walked back and talked briefly around a corner, and started leading a male in a red hoodie up to the door. "Tord Larsson, do you know him?" His heart felt like it stopped. "Tord?!" The blue clad man exclaimed, a bitter tone in his voice. Edd and Matt couldn't really hear the conversation, but as soon as he yelled the devil-haired man's name they jumped up, running to the door.
He looked terrible, wings stripped of their feathers, now more resembling the ones of a bat. His right arm was replaced by a prosthetic one, terrible burns stretched across half of his face, and his right eye was covered by bandages. "He seems to have forgotten most of his memories from the past three years, but he was so concerned about seeing you we thought you might be able to jog his memory." The fake-glasses wearing brunett explained.
"Tom, didn't you say the other day that you missed the old Tord?" Edd chimed in, the black eyed man was startled for a second by his sudden appearance, but then thought. 'If the commie truly lost his memory..maybe..we can fix this. We could fix everything. I could..we could be…' His cheeks turned a slight shade of pink at the thought, as well as his wings fluttered a small bit. He was terrible at controlling his wings when it came to emotions. "I guess so, if he forgot everything I guess we can help him…" Tom said, fanning himself to disguise the blush as him getting hot. "U-uhm..where can I stay?" He was sure of it, this was a different Tord. The man's voice was quiet and shy, who wouldn't be after losing three years of their memory?
"What about Tim's place? We were just watching Insane Zombie Pirates From Hell 6, you could watch it with us!" Matt happily offered. "Tom." the aforementioned man grumbled. "Hehe, they've already made a sixth one in the span of three years?" The devil-haired man chuckled. 'That damn laugh' Tom felt his cheeks heat up once more. "Sure, you can stay here." Tom moved aside and let Tord in, before closing the door. They all sat down, but this time Edd and Matt sat in chairs, and let Tom sit right next to the amnesiac.