The car came to a stop as they arrived at the house. The sun was gone and the moon was in the sky now. Tom noticed a hand on his head and looked up to see Tord asleep. Tom moved his hand and sat up. He rubbed his eyes to see Edd with a smile unbuckling Matt. Edd got out of the car and walked to the other side of the car opening the door carefully to make sure Matt didn't fall and hit his face. Edd picked him up and brought him into the house, but before he entered he gave Tom a wink.

"Tom?" Tord asked half awake. He looked around positioning himself in a more comfortable position. "We're home," Tom smiled shyly unbuckling himself and Tord. Tord gave a tired sigh as he opened the door and walked towards the house. Tom slowly followed behind. Tord walked to his room and fell face-first into the bed falling asleep almost immediately. Tom chuckled.

"Night Tom," Edd said as he walked past the door rubbing his eyes. "Night Edd," Tom smiled. Tom flipped Tord over putting the rest of his body on the bed. "I don't think Tom will let me sleep tonight, or at least for a while. I might as well do something more productive, but what?" Tom asked himself pacing back and forth in front of the bed. He looked around the room realizing how clean it was when it clicked in his mind.

"I know! I'll clean Tom's room!" Tom said walking out of the room to the room next door. The door was opened but only by an inch. Tom opened the door and walked in. Bottles, pocket knives with rust covered on the edges, and dirty bandages littered the room. There was a mini fridge in the corner with papers on top and a bunch of pictures of Edd and Matt. The bed was covered in blood stains making the blue sheets purple and the checkerboard pattern pillows an ugly reddish-brown. "This'll take awhile," Tom muttered to himself.

The sound of a vacuum woke Tord up, it was around 10 AM. "What the- is it cleaning day?" Tord asked looking at the calendar. Monday, June 25, 2016, Cleaning day :( Tord frowned. Tord turned over on his side, something was off but he couldn't tell. Nonetheless, Tord got up and walked up to his closet opening the door and taking out the hamper of dirty clothes. Before he walked out to wash his clothes he picked up a blood-stained hood.

"Tom!" Tord yelled. He looked around frantically realizing that one of the things that were off was the lack of Tom in the room. He ran out of the room to see Tom walk past holding the vacuum. He had two bags of trash, it almost sounded like it was just bottled in there, but the bags had bandages and papers in them. Tord released a sigh of relief. "Oh, morning Tord. I'm almost done with cleaning up Tom's room." Tom smiled before walking off.

"I thought we said we would go in there…" Tord trailed off. He looked across the hall to see a bright room with no clothes, no bottles, no bandages, no blades, nothing other than a blood-stained carpet on the floor. Tord walked over looking into the room and looking around in amazement. He looked under the bed to see nothing, not a single spiderweb or hairball. His next stop was the closet. Nothing once more. The only objects in there were a few books and his hamper filled with blood-stained sweaters and normal blue ones. His sheets, blankets, and pillow were in the hamper as well.

"What's left to be cleaned?" Tord looked around seeing everything spotless. "The clothes, they're really badly stained with a weird rust color." Tom walked in surprising Tord. "How long have you been awake for?" Tord asked so he could get a rough estimate of how long it took him to clean. Tom opened his mouth to speak but in the end, he shut it tight. "Tom?" Tord looked at Tom with a serious glare. Tom gulped "I don't know," Tom blurted out. Tord shot him a suspicious look before shrugging it off.

"I don't think those stains will come off easily," Tord muttered to himself, bending down to look at a stain on the floor. Tom nodded in agreement before he pulled out some Kurd Kruter. "But I got this super stain remover," Tom smiled winking at Tord. He bent down next to Tord, Tom sprayed the carpet and gave it a rub until the stain was gone. Tord looked at the spot where the stain was supposed to be in amazement. Tom gave him a smug look before cleaning the others.

"Luckily for me, we use the Kurd Kurter detergent as well so I don't have to clean the clothes myself," Tom said. The stains on the carpet disappeared as if they were never there. Tord was still recovering from his shock at how easy it was to clean the carpet. He sat there watching Tom clean all the others until there were no stains left.

"I'm going to throw my laundry in the wash, and then I should be done," Tom said, setting the Kurd Kurter on the desk behind him. He picked up his hamper and struggled with each step. Tom's face was red to show he was really trying but didn't have the muscles. Tord chuckled as he watched Tom struggle to carry his laundry.

"Need help?" Tord laughed. Tom didn't say anything and kept walking. Tom got up from his spot and walked over to the desk to see a bunch of animal biology, human anatomy, and DNA identification books lined up neatly. In the middle was a book Tord had seen before. Tom's Journal. Tord reluctantly picked it up and opened it to the first page.

'I swear to god. I don't even know why I'm writing this, but if that stupid Commie bastard reads this. I'm going to fucking off myself. I don't expect to write in this for long, maybe just a few pages. I don't really know.'

The rest of the page was written in cursive. Tord got frustrated because he didn't know how to read cursive. Nonetheless, he put it in his pocket before turning around to see Tom.

"We need to think of a way to get you back in control, but how?" E asked pacing back and forth. "I Quite like the way things are," T smiled putting his hands on classic Tom's shoulders sending shivers down his spine. "You're the only one who likes the way things are," O stated. T sighed in defeat knowing that it was all for nothing.

"I think I got an idea," classic Tom struggled to get out, afraid that the voices turned him down. They all stared at him waiting for him to speak. They were obviously in need. "Well?" M asked impatiently. Classic Tom gulped. "What if we make the dreams some of my memories? I mean that's what made him, the loss of my memories." M, E, T, and O stared at him as if he had said the impossible. They looked at each other before E spoke. "Why didn't I think of that!?" The others laughed at their stupidity.

"Should I whack him with a wave of sleepiness?" O asked. They all nodded. "All memories at once," classic Tom smiled.

Tom barely managed to get his clothes in the washing machine. He headed back when he felt a wave of sleepiness. "Not yet…" He muttered to himself as he entered his room. He saw Tord put something in his pocket, he turned around and saw Tom. The sleepiness made Tom feel as if he weighed a ton. It wasn't long before he hit the ground.

"Tom! Not again!" Tord yelled smacking his face lightly to keep him awake. Tom gave a weak smile before he fell asleep in Tord's lap once more.

"Come on guys. We got to save Matt." Tom said putting the red phone back in its holder. Tord turned off the TV before heading to his room to grab his hoodie. It wasn't long before they got locked in the bathroom of someone's house. "We need a plan," Tord said, trying to take action. "I have a plan," Edd said, pulling up a board. The board had a picture of Tom holding a fishing rod next to his dad, whom he was pulled into not long after.

"..." Tom's dad advised pulling his fishing rod out of the water. Tom stared in awe before pulling his out. One their home a bear with a shotgun shot his dad and it was none other than Matt who wasn't even in trouble for killing Tom's dad. The pineapple juice on the floor had a picture of him and his mom at the hospital. Once more he was sucked in.

"Mom! You can make it! Show cancer who's boss!" Tom smiled, determined his mother would make it through, but that smile didn't last for long. The bowling ball laughed, which then turned into a cough and then to her cracking in half. Tom picked up a half and stared down at it. The reflection of the inside showed fires dancing.

"Monster!" A girl yelled, shielding her child. Fierce claws sliced the two in half with ease. Her protection was useless. A pool of blood flowed from the two with Tom in it once more. This time it had him in high school going through his locker.

"Freak!" A girl called from the background. Tom covered his arms and looked at Tord for comfort. Tord only stared at him with disgust. Tom untied the jacket on his waist and put it over him to make him feel a bit more comfortable. He looked into the mirror in his locker and saw a full-grown version of himself crying in the corner of the bathroom with scars and new scratches covering his arms, legs, and torso.

"Tom? You good in there?" Edd asked knocking on the door. "Are you going to take a shower or not Jehova?" Tord asked more as a tease than concern. Tom wiped his tears smearing blood all over his face. He cleared his throat to speak.

"Oh, shut up Commie." Tom jabbed Tord drunkenly behind the school. "You really need to stop drinking," Tord sighed blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. "And you need to stop smoking." Tom huffed. He rolled over but fell into a trap in some sort of puzzle-like in a movie. Multiple things ate, stabbed, and I guess could qualify as killing him. "I hate you Edd." He said before Edd turned into sand and a beach stretched as far as the eye can see.

"Pretty isn't it?" A child Tord asked with a smile. Tom nodded as they held hands walking down the beach. "It's a nice escape," Tord smiled looking up at the sky. They saw a Segal fly down from above and chase a familiar brunette. The two laughed. Tom looked off to the side to see Tommee Bear. The beach then shifted into a room with a red carpet.

"He's been in there for three days," Edd muttered to himself right outside the door. Tom looked down at his black claws as purple tears fell down his face. A knock was heard on the door, but the door was now a classroom door.

"Tom, I'm sorry about earlier," Tord apologized opening The door. Tom threw a book at him with a bottle held tightly in his other hand. If he squeezed his hand any harder it'd break. "You think I care about your stupid ass apology? You betrayed me! You said that if we were ever to get caught, you said you'd take the blame WITH me! Not blame me! I can't believe I trusted you!" Tom yelled as the bottle broke in his hand.

"Another drink?" The bartender asked. Tom fell forward and nodded his head. Footsteps walked away as Tord sat next to him. He had a cigarette in his mouth. "I just wish things could've been different," Tord muttered to himself. Tom's drink was set in front of him. He paid the bartender and finished his drink. "You shouldn't have been so selfish then," Tom muttered angrily before hopping off the seat. The room turned into a party room with no one there. A cake with six candles stood tall in front of him.

"It's okay Mom and Dad, no one really liked a freak like me. At least I have you guys," Tom smiled as a tear fell down his face. The doorbell rang and Tom walked to the door. "Sorry, are we late?" Tord asked, holding a familiar bear. Edd and Matt stood behind him with smiles. Tom laughed "I got this, his name's Tomme Bear," Tord said, handing him the bear. "I got you a picture of me," Matt said, handing him a picture of the four of them but it mostly showed Matt. "I got you a fishing rod," Edd smiled, handing it to him. "Let's not party out here, come in!" Tom smiled.

"Tom, you know you can't jump, even if you really wanted to," Tord spoke. Tom looked down at his classmates, some looked up at him, they weren't scared, they were laughing. Tom sighed in defeat before stepping down.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" Tom yelled running up to slam the door, but due to not eating Tord easily opened it to see Tom with a tear-stained face. "Just get out!" Tom yelled. Tord gave a sad look before closing the door. Tom locked the door and looked at his dresser. A blue blade sat there. He picked it up and brought it to his throat.

Tom woke up feeling his throat gasping for air. Tom looked around and saw no one in the room, it looked like Tord had picked up and set him on his bed. Tom moved the red bed sheets before falling to his knees. He was scared, confused, and terrified.

"What was that?" Tom asked himself, putting his hands on his head. "I can't tell Tord. I've caused him enough trouble. It seems like he was always there, but I was never there. I have to repay him," Tom muttered to himself. He looked to his side to see Tommee Bear. He smiled before finding the strength to stand up again.

"Now how do I start with helping him?" Tom asked, completely dumbfounded. Tom headed off to the kitchen thinking that a good breakfast might start, but it'd be nothing compared to what Tord has done for him.

He grabbed some bacon and a pan before heading over to the stove. "Jehova- I mean Tom?" Tord asked, walking into the kitchen. He walked up behind Tom and watched him make bacon. Tord's eyes lit up at the sight of his favorite food.

"I'm almost done if you want to sit down and wait." Tom smiled. Tord sat down as he eagerly awaited his food. Tom set it in front of Tord. Tord so badly wanted to dig in but then something clicked in his mind.

"Since when did you know how to make bacon?" Tord asked, his appetite almost evaporating. "My uh mom taught me," Tom admitted with a hint of hesitation. Tord gave him a suspicious look before eating. Tom walked out of the room and into Tord's room.

"While I wait on the laundry, I'll clean Tord's room!" Tom said happily. There really wasn't much to clean, Tord was a lot better at keeping his room clean. The only mess part was the bed, with some clothes and books scattered across the room. Tom started by picking up the books and putting them nicely in a pile on Tord's desk. He picked up some pants and shirts on the floor and put them in Tord's hamper. Then the bed, he moved the pillows and threw the blankets lightly over the whole bed.

"Morning Tom," Edd mumbled, passing by. "Morning Edd," Tom smiled. Tom stared at the room one last time before seeing that his work was done until he put Tord's clothes in the wash, but his blankets should be done by now. He dragged Tord's hamper across the red carpet to the washing machine. He took the blue and checkerboard sheets out of the wash and threw them into the dryer and threw Tord's clothes into the washing machine.

"I'll clean the other's rooms as well, I got nothing better to do," Tom said, wiping sweat off his forehead. He went up to Matt's room because it was closest to him. He opened the door to see mirrors and pictures of Matt hung high on the walls. He took a step forward and accidentally broke one of Matt's mirrors. A bead of sweat fell down the brit's face.

"Oh hey, Tim!" Matt said cheerfully coming up from behind Tom. A shiver was sent down Tom's spine, he knew how much Matt loved his mirrors. Matt lowered his gaze to the broken mirror that Tom was trying to cover up. Matt frowned and shrugged.

"I never liked that one, something about it…" Matt trailed off going into deep thought. "It was still a mirror," Matt added as a single tear formed in his eye. "Lame," Tom said. Tom covered his mouth and Matt gave him a weird glare. Tom ran out of the room and to his room.

He slammed the door shut but in the corner of his eye, he saw Tord staring at him with a concerned look. "Tom? Are you okay?" Tord asked, walking over. Tom nodded his head and straightened himself. Tord's expression didn't change. "Did you clean my room?" Tord asked. Tom nodded again. "Why are you nodding your head Jehova?" Tord asked.

A muffled voice came from Tom's mouth but he refused to move his hands, he only removed them when he saw Tord's face. "It's nothing," Tom muttered. Tord's heart sank farther down the Titanic. Tom hugged Tord, surprising him. "Tom?" Tord asked, putting his hands behind Tom. "Shut up," Tom said, smothering his face into Tord's chest. Tord gave a small smile back but he couldn't help but still feel a little confused and concerned.

(Thank you ThatOneBendyFan for this chapter's inspiration!)