"Well that didn't work," E frowned. "It worked a little bit, it might take a bit because we gave him the most personal memories of Tom, but they were all memories where Tord was nice. We need to show him high school." O admitted.

"They do have completely opposite opinions of Tord. Classic Tom sees him as the worst, Tom sees him as the best. Those memories only made him look like a better person," M muttered.

"Well, Tord might become the best if Tom keeps this up." T laughed. Classic Tom huffed in embarrassment. Seeing those memories again only made him feel worse about ever despising him, but he remembered what Tord did. He could never forgive him for it.

"Got any other bright ideas?" E asked, looking at Classic Tom. "We can make him transform into a semi-monster maybe. It'll help a little, but I don't think I'll be in control until Tord fixes that stupid gun." Classic Tom shrank back.

"It's worth a shot. We have to wait until he's in an enclosed space so they won't know." O added. M, E, and T nodded their heads. "We should also tell him not to tell the others. Just to be safe." E added.

"Should we tell him to go into Tom's room and lock the door so we don't have to wait?" M asked. "It'd be quicker if we did that," T muttered. "Let's also make it so it doesn't seem like we're in control, he might catch on. But it's a big might." Classic Tom suggested. "He'll definitely fall for it that way," O smiled.


"I should get back to cleaning," Tom trailed off leaving the hug. Tord nodded and walked out of the room. Tom smiled a little bit. He hugged himself and giggled. He felt so happy but didn't know why.

Don't leave the room.

Tom stopped immediately hearing Classic Tom.

Lock the door and don't open it until this blows over. I can't hold it back much longer.

Tom rushed to the door slamming it shut. He locked the door which caught Tord's attention.

"Tom? You said you were going to clean, is everything Okay in there?" Tord asked, knocking on the door. Tom covered his mouth. He wanted to tell him, but he couldn't burden him with any more problems.

Good, don't tell him. Stay as quiet as you possibly can. And if you love that jacket I would take it off. This'll hurt. I'm sorry, I wish I didn't have to do this, I'll hold as much back as I can.

Tom threw off the red jacket and closed his eyes for impact. His hands turned into long black claws. Pink and purple horns stuck on his forehead and a tail came out from his arse. Tears of pain streamed down his face. He grew slightly taller, ripping his pants a little. Only muffled streaming could be heard coming from Tom.

"Tom? Tom! Open the door!" Tord knocked furiously on the door. He tried the knob several times to no avail. Tom looked around the room for something to write a note on. He spotted a ripped-up photo. It was a picture of him from one of the pictures on the mini-fridge. He grabbed a pen off the desk and wrote him a note saying he was okay. He slid it under the door to Tord.

"Tom, I won't believe this until you tell me with your own words," Tord said in a serious but concerned tone.

Voice recording 001. You're not going to sound very convincing with your voice now.

Tom grabbed his phone out of his jacket pocket. He went to audio, and sure enough, there were a few voice recordings, some of them had names but the Voice Recording 001 was the first one. Tom clicked on the play button.

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." An extremely tired Tom voice spoke. He heard footsteps walk away. Tom sighed in relief. He remembered I'm his dream the lights were off, so Tom turned the lights off. Tord, Matt, and Edd's voices could be heard in the distance.

"He broke a mirror and told me Lame, I think…" Matt frowned. "We all heard him call you Commie, and now he's locking himself in his room again. Something's up," Edd muttered. "When I asked him he said it was nothing. Which is what he used to do," Tord added. "But he doesn't have his memories back for some reason…" Tord trailed off.

The three sat there in deep thought. Edd was the one to break the silence "Tord how close are you to fixing the gun? You said it'd be done in two days, but it's still not done." Edd asked. "Well we went bowling and yeah, so I haven't had time to work on it, but I can finish it by Wednesday maybe Tuesday," Tord said.

Edd nodded his head. "Well, what are you doing? Go fix it! The quicker the better!" Edd shooed. Tord ran off to his room and sat at his desk working on the gun almost immediately. He looked at the gun with a lost look.

"Where was I at?" Tord asked, picking up some pieces. He examined the gun closely, realizing he was a lot closer to being done than he thought. As he worked on the gun he was only thinking about Tom. Speaking of Tom.

Tom sat in his room getting serious dèja Vu. He wanted to go out and hug Tord. He wanted to be normal again. He just wanted to get this all over with. He wanted anything other than this. He would do anything. Even the unthinkable, but the thought of Tord kept him from doing so.

It's not really unthinkable if you think of it.

'How long does it take for this to wear off?"

A couple of days, but because we're going easy on you. Just today.

Tom nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Tim?" Matt's voice came from the other side of the door.

Voice recording M.

Tom clicked on the voice recording classic Tom told him to. "Tom. What do you want?" Tom's voice said annoyed. "Uh, Ted said to ask if you're okay. Are you okay?" Matt asked. Tom clicked on Voice recording 001.

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." A familiar sentence came. Once more footsteps walking away followed the recording. The distant voices of Edd and Matt could be heard. A few times he could make out his name.

Good job! Though I was going to tell you to use Voice Recording M 2, but that worked.

'Thanks? But what am I supposed to do now?"

Sleep, Die, cut, drink. I don't know. I normally just hurt myself. I never really thought about figuring out ways to pass the time.

'Seriously? You seem so experienced with this and you only thought of ways to harm yourself to pass time? I don't think that's a good thing. No wonder you hate yourself."

I guess you're right…

I never really ever thought of things to pass time without hating myself. I normally keep to myself,

'Well, maybe you should hang out with Tord a bit more. He's not as bad as you think.'

He's only being nice because he feels as if it's his fault for the loss of our memories and in the end he finds himself lost. He's only doing it so he can find himself. And I'm kinda glad, it's easier if he's doing it for himself so when we do leave this awful planet we don't have to worry about them and how they're suffering because of me, if they're not already. Look, we don't deserve to live. Any connections could just take up time and I'm a waste of materials.

'That's not true! Why are we still alive if you feel that way? You could've done it sooner, but you didn't. Why didn't you? You obviously did it for some reason! Why do you have those recordings? They obviously care about you if you needed those. If someone needs to look is you.'

An awkward silence stood between the two. They both wanted to say something but couldn't bring themselves to do it. They both stood strong to their points, even if they knew it was wrong. Tom sighed as he crawled onto the bed drifting off to sleep in hopes of a decent dream, luckily for him his dream was about the beach from earlier.


"Tom, dinner is done. I'll set outside your door." Edd said, knocking on the door. Tord couldn't help but overhear Edd. He could probably fix the gun in an hour if he put in the effort. He looked at it one last time before taking a break.

"He's still not out yet?" Tord asked, scaring Edd a little. He turned to look at the plate on the floor. "If he doesn't take that then we're barging in tomorrow," Tord said confidently. Edd gave a sad laugh as they left for the kitchen.

Matt for once in his life wasn't looking at himself in any mirror or reflective picture, not even a picture! Instead, he sat there staring down at the table. Tord sat down across from Matt as Edd sat next to Matt. The three stared at their food as if they had all lost their appetite. Even the bacon on Edd and Tord's plate just seemed repulsive to them.

"We need to do something about Tom," Tord muttered, breaking the silence. It was normal for Tom to pull something like this, but this isn't normal Tom. It was Tom with less than half his memories. For all, they knew Tom thinks his Dad is still knew almost nothing altogether.

"But are we supposed to do with the nothing we have? The most we can do is finish up the gun and give him back his memories, but even then. Nothing will be the same. We can't go back, we're different people than we were a few days ago. And that includes Tom." Edd said defeated.

Edd had a point. Tom never told them anything and this Tom told Tord almost everything. He's different and it was affecting them. They knew more about Tom. Stuff they can't take back. And now Tom was acting like himself again. Something was up, and it wasn't good. There was nothing they could do other than give Tom back his memories, but he wouldn't tell them anything which eventually might lead them to keep tabs on Tom.

"Well, if this Tom is willing to speak. We better abuse this power," Matt smiled. Tord and Edd stared at Matt. Not only did he remember Tom's name, he also actually remembered that Tom is more willing to speak, and he said something smart.

"Who are you, and where's Matt?" Tord asked. "That doesn't Matter right now. He said something smart. We have to abuse this power." Edd smiled, determined to get answers. The tree walked up to Tom's door, each footstep getting heavier and heavier. The relief set in once Tord knocked on the door. An extremely low grumble could be heard.

"Tom. You need to come out now." Edd said, setting his foot down hard on the ground. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone." Tord gave a confused look. It sounded exactly like his voice from earlier. It didn't even match up with what Edd said. Matt had the same look which is when it clicked in Tord's mind. It was a recording.

"Tom. Stop playing that stupid recording. If I hear it one more time I'm breaking the door down." Tord said anger building up inside of him.

"Just leave me alone- Tom. Wha- Commie just shut up and leave me alone." Various recordings broke into each other. Tord's heart sank further and further hearing each recording. Why are there so many? That was all Tord could think of. Low muffled screams could be heard, but barely making Tord's thoughts twist and turn. A second of silence stood between the two groups. Some shuffling could be heard before Tom opened the door. Tom opened the door, his hair a mess, and his clothes were sloppy. He wore the red jacket he got at the mall. His face was kind of hidden. You couldn't see it, but it wasn't covered.

"Tom?" Tord asked. He gulped as Tom didn't say anything. He just stood there. No one said anything. Tom started to eat wobbly. Is he going to faint again?! Tord walked up to Tom to support him. Tom put his arm over Tord's shoulder.

"I think I might need a bandage change," Tom laughed leaning heavily on Tord. Edd ran off to the bathroom, he grabbed the bandages and threw them at Matt. Matt caught them out of the fear of it hitting his face. Tord turned on the light in Tom's room, he put Tom on the bed, and took the bandages from Matt.

"You might want to close the door," Tord chuckled nervously. Matt nodded his head and closed the door. Tom took off his jacket, shirt, and pants. This time he didn't have any bandages. Tord started rapping his legs instead of asking but it just slipped out.

"What happened to your old bandages?" Tom swallowed. Classic Tom told him not to tell him. "I took them off when cleaning Tom's room because they got really uh, itchy." Tom lied. Tord shot a suspicious look before shrugging it off.

"Just don't take them off until they're fully healed or they'll get infected. I'll help you or let you know when you can take them off," Tord scolded. Tom nodded as he mentally sighed in relief. "What was up with the recordings? And why did you lock yourself up?" Tord asked, almost done with both of his legs.

"I closed the door because I got a really bad headache, and I just wanted to be left alone." Tom chuckled. "And the recordings?" Tord asked, shooting daggers at Tom. "I found them and wanted to test them out!" Tom smiled. "Three times?" Tord asked. Tom only nodded his head. Tord sighed as he neared the end of wrapping Tom up.

"Why did you stay up all night?" Tord asked. Tom gulped, how did he know? "What? I-I went to bed shortly after you did!" Tom huffed messing up one of the bandages on his left forearm. Tord fixed the bandage before finishing up the neck.

"Sure, let's just get dinner." Tord frowned, walking out of the room. Tom put his clothes back on. He noticed the food in front of his door. He picked it up and brought it to the kitchen where the others were. He smiled at them all before sitting next to Tord.


M, E, T, and O stared at classic Tom. "That didn't work. In fact, it did the opposite! You weekend our strength and T stronger." E yelled at classic Tom. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" Classic Tom begged practically on his knees, E sighed.

"It's not all your fault. We could've done something else. I'm not blaming you. We're all to blame," E frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm out of ideas, and our day of rest is coming up." E looked at the others. They all looked at the ground.

"Day of rest?" Tom asked, he had never had a day where the voices didn't torment him except… "My birthday! Wait how many more days?" Classic Tom asked, completely frantic. He had forgotten that his birthday was a few days away.

"It's the twenty-fifth of June, but the twenty-sixth is right around the corner," M said. "There are only two hours left in today," O frowned. "Tord better fix the gun quickly! I don't want to disappear for a day! He better fix it today!" Classic Tom yelled at the top of his lungs. T laughed.

"That'll just make your emotions for me stronger," T teased, making classic Tom blush. "Shut up! I refuse to even consider smiling in front of the Commie!" Tom growled, throwing a punch at T only for it to faze through him. "Ouch," he joked. The void then showed various pictures of the past few days where Tom smiled in front of Tord.

"Are you sure about that?" T laughed. The blush on Tom's face turned redder than a cherry. T continued to laugh as M, E, and O stared at the photos with sadness and fear. "Fear they were going to be replaced by the voice that was last in command. "Oh Tord, if you don't fix that gun before my birthday I'll personally murder you," Tom said angrily staring off into the distance of the void.