A few months had gone by since The Wellhaven-Siblings had arrived upon the island of Madagascar. The puppy of whom Tord had rescued on his second day on the island had since made a full recovery in spite of a few, permanent scars. The puppy of whom Tord had chosen to name: "Marcel," had also greatly improved Tord's mood as Tord seemed to have completely thrown himself into caring for this small pup. In fact, Tord's mood had improved so drastically, due to his bond with his new puppy, that Gary and Leila had finally begun to feel safe enough to leave their younger-brother alone at their Grandfather's Vacation-Home for the very, first time since his suicide-attempt whilst they made a quick journey to the island's small market-place for groceries. At that, particular moment, Tord comfortably sat upon his bed whilst Marcel was snuggled up next to his new master, curled up into a tight-ball, fast-asleep.
"Alright, Tord...You can do this..." Tord took a deep breath as he opened his laptop and signed into his old, DeviantArt-account. His chest had begun to sting with a sensation of dread once he saw just how many notifications he had.
"Okay..." Tord reluctantly forced himself to open up his notifications and was ultimately surprised to see that a vast majority of the messages that had been sent to him over the years were supporting messages of encouragement from fans of his. He was also surprised to learn that one of his fan-girls had discovered the truth about his disappearance and that she had begun to spread the news around the internet to many, other websites, even in different languages. Tord felt his eyes begin to fill with tears at how the overwhelming amount of support began to touch his wounded-heart. Tord was about to reach out to the fan-girl of whom had spread the truth about him with the intentions of thanking her for standing up for him when a series of loud, repeated bangs suddenly startled him, completely breaking his focus.
"Not again..." Tord fearfully looked up toward the ceiling since the bangs sounded as if they were coming from the attic. Ever since The Siblings had decided to move into their Grandfather's private Vacation-Home, creepy occurrences like this would happen, frequently: All three siblings would have terrible nightmares every night, they would hear loud bangs just like the ones that Tord was hearing now, they would hear screaming, crying, laughing, the sounds of footsteps stomp-running around the house, objects would go missing only to turn up in places that made no, logical sense, the Television would turn on by itself when all three siblings were certain that it had been turned off prior, doors would open, sometimes even slam shut by themselves and worst of all, Marcel would just bark at nothing, like he was doing right now. Marcel's fur bristled along his back as he hopped down from Tord's bed and ran over to his closet to growl at the door in a protective manner.
A chill ran along Tord's spine as he slowly got up to retrieve his Kalashnikov from the corner of his bedroom. He felt himself silently praying that Gary and Leila would return home soon as he cautiously approached his closet with the fear that a tangible intruder might actually be hiding within its confines. Despite the fact Gary and Leila still did not feel comfortable with allowing Tord to fill his gun with real bullets, Tord knew that the sight of his big, scary rifle, alone would be enough to intimidate any, potential intruders into at the very least, fleeing the house. Tord quickly yanked open the closet-door and was relieved to find that no one was hiding within it after using the barrel of his gun to shuffle some of his hanging-clothing aside. Tord's frown then deepened upon noticing a few, cardboard-boxes, all of which contained the parts of the broken animatronics of which he had stolen from Tokyo Disneyland. Tord somberly sighed as he knelt down to begin rummaging through the parts, seeing as how he really did not have anything better to do that he was not currently in the process of trying to put off for as long as he possibly could.
He just barely remembered anything about that trip other than stealing the animatronic-parts. He had been in such a bad place, mentally once he had left the rehabilitation-clinic after his suicide-attempt, that everything that had taken place during that particular timeframe was a bit of a blur to him now. He remembered that Gary had planned the trip as an attempt to cheer him up and to Gary's credit, the trip did manage to succeed in cheering Tord up even if it had only been by a little bit. That was, until Gary had managed to talk Tord into sneaking, down into Disneyland's infamous Catacombs, an area of which had been restricted to, "Cast-Members only." Despite Gary's normally, rebellious as well as pushy nature, it had actually been Tord's idea to steal all of these broken, abandoned animatronic-parts to keep as souvenirs of this vacation that he could just barely remember.
Tord still had yet to know why but he felt as if he desperately needed to have all of these animatronic-parts. As Tord pulled the severed-head of the Buzzy-Animatronic from the discontinued Cranium Command Ride out of the box, he still strongly felt as if he would be needing all of these broken, rusted parts soon. Tord's vision began to blur as he remembered the small argument that he and Edd had gotten into the night before Gary would whisk him away for this childish trip. By the time he would return home from Tokyo, Edd unfortunately, had passed away before Tord could even get the chance to say: "Goodbye" to him or to even apologize to him for his own part in the argument.
The tears finally fell from Tord's eyes, which cleared his Vision a little bit, allowing him to notice something about the Buzzy-Animatronic of which he had neglected to take notice of before. Tord deeply gazed into the animatronic's eyes as if he had spotted something of which felt familiar to him. As Tord began to lean in a bit closer to the severed, robotic head, the ideas of which had begun to form within the confines of his clouded-brain were then startled out of him by the loud, repeated bangs beginning to start back up again. Poor Tord had been startled into dropping the severed-head back into the mass of rusted-parts that filled one of the many, cardboard-boxes as he turned to see Marcel barking at the wall of which had been located at the back of Tord's closet. Marcel growled as he scratched at the wall, a gesture of which caused a panel, to pop open, revealing a secret, hidden crawlspace.
Tord pulled his cellphone from his back-pocket in order to shine the device's light inside of the crawlspace upon sticking his upper-torso inside of it in order to investigate. Once the crawlspace had been faintly illuminated by the dim light of Tord's phone-screen, Tord could make out a poorly-crafted, handmade, wooden, spiral staircase that seemed to lead up to where those loud, repeated bangs had been coming from. Tord swallowed, hard as he picked his rifle back up from the floor and cautiously began to ascend the rickety staircase with Marcel closely following at his heels. Tord's anxiety gradually began to increase with each, loud creak that emitted from the wobbly staircase in reaction to each step he took. Tord then froze at the sight of an old rocking-chair of which rested within the center of this strange, attic-like room, that was just rocking on its own, so violently, that it had almost tipped over a few times.
Tord immediately took notice of how dense the energy felt inside of this strange, new-to-him room, even once the chair had stopped rocking.
"Whoa..." Despite his ever-growing discomfort, Tord was then impressed by what he saw next as he began to examine his surroundings, taking notice of all of the old weapons of war that filled the room: The walls were decorated with various, different types of rifles, pistols, knives, swords, and even skulls. Several, wooden crates, all of which were filled to the brims with explosives, ammunition as well as blueprints on building robotic-weapons practically littered the floor but something else that had been lying on the floor caught Tord's attention as well, a sight of which nearly made his heart stop beating. Lying on the floor amongst a few of the scattered-blueprints, was the corpse of a man of whom appeared to have been dead for quite, some time. The corpse had practically been mummified from the heat as well as the dry atmosphere of the attic as some of the now, greenish-brown skin had remained in-tact to its face of which seemed to be forever frozen in a large, unsettling grin.
The corpse had also been dressed in an old, tattered, Norwegian, Military uniform and had a large harpoon pierced through where its heart had once been located. Tord felt his blood run cold as he began to hyperventilate. He quickly picked up Marcel before running outside to what little safety he would have in this Vacation-Home's backyard where he would wait until his older-siblings returned to help him process his traumatic discovery. Once Gary and Leila had finally returned to their new, makeshift home, they were naturally concerned to find Tord waiting for them, outside with a look of clear distress upon his countenance. Their concern quickly turned into pure-horror once Tord had frantically informed them of the secret room that he had discovered in his bedroom's closet as well as the mysterious corpse that had been hidden away within its confines for who knows how long.
Upon further inspecting the corpse, Gary and Leila were quickly able to confirm that the corpse had once been their Grandfather by The Military dog-tags that hung from around its neck. Gary dug a six-foot, deep hole in the backyard that would now serve as the final resting-place for their Grandfather's long-since, abandoned vessel. Since The Siblings were all currently in hiding, this would be the best they could do to give their Grandfather a proper-burial.
"After all this time...he's been here all along..." Gary spoke his thoughts, out-loud as he stared down at his Grandfather's corpse of which now rested within the grave of which he had just dug for him. The spear had since been removed from his chest, leaving behind an empty, hollow, gaping hole. Tears fell from Gary and Leila's eyes as they attempted to remember all of the fond memories they had of their Grandfather in a vain attempt to erase the horrific-image of his mummified-corpse from their brains. This truly was not the last memory they would have ever wanted to have of a beloved family-member of whom they had once, greatly admired.
"Do you think it was a suicide?" Leila then softly asked Gary as Tord stared down at his Grandfather's corpse with a look of trauma that would soon fade into pity. Naturally, finding the decayed, deceased body of a family-member would be an event that would give him nightmares for the rest of his life even if he had never met the person but at the same time, Tord felt as if he could relate to his Grandfather in this regard since he was nearly a victim of suicide, himself.
"Grandmother did say that he took the loss of the war, pretty hard..." Gary sighed as it began to rain. After each sibling had taken a turn to toss a handful of dirt into the grave, Gary finished burying their Grandfather before marking his makeshift-grave with one of the many Loki-statues from his Grandfather's massive collection. As The Siblings all turned to retire to the shelter of their semi-new home, a Five-Lined Skink crawled out from behind the Loki-statue and made his way up to the top of its stone head in order to watch the siblings leave. After cleaning themselves up, The Siblings then made their way up into their late-Grandfather's no-longer, secret hideout to then go through the stuff that he had kept hidden away inside of there for all of this time.
Gary mostly had been hoping to find a suicide-note or anything that would give him some, sort of closure to his Granfather's mysterious death. However, all Tord could bring himself to do was somberly stare down at the brown, rotted stain of possible, dried blood of which his Grandfather's corpse had left behind, on the old, wooden floor.
"I loved Grandfather and all but he could be pretty strange at times..." Leila admitted as she stared at all of the different types of real skulls that decorated just one of the four walls of this secret-room. She then opened the door to a small closet, only to jump back with a small scream of mostly surprise when she had nearly been impaled by the several swords that had just fallen out of the closet. It became obvious to Leila, soon after the fact, that all of those falling-swords were meant to be a trap so she turned her head back toward the closet to see what her late-Grandfather had been so determined to protect.
"By all that's Holy..." She gasped at the sight of yet-another hidden-room that had been filled with various tanks of Propylene-Gas as well as several, different types of missiles, all of which varied in size.
"Hey guys! Check this out!" Gary then called out to his Younger-Siblings upon finding an old book of which obviously use to be their Grandfather's diary. Tord and Leila were then quick to gather themselves around Gary in order to listen as Gary began to read their deceased-Grandfather's diary, out-loud. Tord learned from the diary that, his late-Grandfather grew up poor but that he loved to create art in spite that fact. Tord once again felt as if he could relate to his Grandfather due to their shared interests in an artistic-hobby, in spite of never having met him.
Tord also learned from the diary that his Grandfather's parents had been killed during the war, rendering him to be a homeless orphan of whom had been forced to attempt to sell his art for food. Tord once again, felt himself able to relate to his Grandfather upon hearing that he was beaten regularly by strangers of whom would destroy his artwork. Even though his Grandfather had clearly suffered far worse than Tord, himself ever had, Tord still felt a connection to his deceased-Grandfather due to how similar their tragic backstories were. Tord's Grandfather would be forced into having to steal food in order to survive and as a result of his childhood-trauma, he soon developed a deep hatred for the human-race as a whole. As Tord listened to Gary read about their Grandfather's disturbing descriptions of his fantasies for blood-shed, Tord felt that familiar hunger beginning to return within the pit of his chest, that same hunger that filled him with a nearly, uncontrollable urge to harm those Native-Children of whom had been beating Marcel within an inch of his life. His expression darkened as he felt his mouth begin to fill with saliva that threatened to soon spill over into drool as Gary read an entry of which detailed how his Grandfather often fantasized about taking revenge upon everyone of whom had ever caused him pain in his entire lifetime.
Tord just could not bring himself to ignore how good revenge sounded to him at that particular moment. Tord also learned from the diary that upon developing his blood-lust, his Grandfather soon turned to worshipping Loki, the most, evil, Pagan god of the Norwegian-Religion. Tord's Grandfather further detailed in an entry that he strongly believed that all humans deserved to die and that nobody was worth sparing. Perhaps it was the hunger that had taken over him but Tord felt himself secretly agreeing with his Grandfather that The World needed to be destroyed.
"One day, whilst I was attempting to sell my newest creations on the street-corner for food; I was attacked by another group of...PEOPLE..." Gary began to read another one of the entries in their Grandfather's diary, out-loud. All three siblings soon took notice of how their Grandfather's handwriting became more unstable whenever he wrote the word: "People," almost as if he had been attempting to carve the word into the page instead of simply writing it.
"That's when I was saved by him: Our General...He shot all of those vile creatures because they were Enemy-Soldiers...He then picked up one of my paintings that hadn't been destroyed and looked it over...He said that he liked my passion, that he saw a potential in me...
He promised me that if I swore my loyalty to him, that he would make me one of the strongest soldiers in all of Europe..." Once Gary had finished that entry, he began to read the final entry in the diary, an entry of which would leave all, three siblings feeling deeply disturbed as well as confused.
"Dear Diary: Today, we lost the war...The General is...dead but I won't be giving up that easily...I will demolish this World and rebuild his vision for it upon its ashes...I will fulfill my oath!" Tears stained the page of the final entry, blurring quite a few of the words and rendering some of the sentences barely legible.
Tord could almost hear the distain in his Grandfather's voice during the final entry that would leave he and his two, older siblings with more questions than answers.
"Doesn't exactly sound like a suicide-note to me..." Gary decided to state the shared-thoughts of everyone that had been in the room with him before closing his Grandfather's diary.
"He was clearly unwell, brother; he probably either killed himself by accident or hallucinated something that made him do it..." Leila suggested a few, possible, logical explanations in response, despite feeing just as uneasy as Gary did.
"Tord! Do you realize what this means?!" Gary then suddenly exclaimed with a grin of excitement, effectively startling Tord out of his trance of deep-thought in the process.
"Uh...?" Tord began since he was not entirely sure what his brother was seeing that he, himself had clearly been missing.
"The strange noises, the nightmares, little Marcel barking at nothing: It's all just so, freaking clear! Grandfather is the one who has been haunting our house!" Gary explained with more enthusiasm than Tord and Leila would have liked him to have about a situation like this.
"Would Grandfather really try to scare us like that, though?" Tord questioned as he fearfully looked up, toward one of the many Loki-statues that decorated just the secret-room of this Vacation-House, alone. He felt himself silently wondering if a darker force had possibly been haunting their house instead.
"Don't you see, Little-Brother? This is your way back into The World of online-fame! All we have to do is: A video contacting Grandfather's ghost!" Gary further elaborated as he wrapped an arm around Tord's shoulders.
"No! Absolutely not!" Leila was quick to attempt to shut the idea down.
"Not to worry, Sister; I will change the V.P.N. constantly so we cannot be tracked." Gary reassured her.
"That is not the issue! You know not what you are messing with; playing with The Spirit-World is very dangerous...I want you both to promise me that you will not try to contact the dead..." Leila then demanded.
"I promise..." Gary pouted with a look of utter-defeat.
"Tord?" Leila then double-checked since her youngest-sibling looked distracted, as if he were just-barely paying attention if any at all.
"I promise!" Tord then anxiously agreed since he never did like it when people would become stern with him, especially his older-siblings.
"Good...Dinner will be ready in an hour..." Leila then gave Both of her siblings a kiss on the forehead before heading downstairs to prepare their dinner for that night.
"We wait until she goes to bed and do a Three A.M. Challenge..." Gary then smirked at Tord once Leila had left the room before holding up his hand to reveal that he had crossed his fingers, behind his back during his promise to Leila about not contacting the dead.
"I don't know about this...What if someone recognizes me...What if it starts again?" Tord then anxiously pointed out. Gary then looked up at his Grandfather's mass collection fo skulls before smirking once they had given him an idea.
"Nobody can recognize you if you're wearing a mask..." Gary then removed a goat's skull from the wall.
"No! No! No! Wait!" Tord begged with a look of disgust as Gary gently placed the long-since, decayed head of a deceased-animal over his face.
Back to The Present-Day: all of the former animators of whom use to work on Eddsworld all woke up to find themselves chained to the charred-desks of what remained of what use to be The SheezyArt Headquarters. Jamie began to pull at his restraints until he took notice of the various print-outs of the official, Eddsworld comics resting upon his desk in a neat stack along with supplies of which would commonly be used for old-school animation.
"What the?" Jamie began to ask until he was startled by the sound of a gentle weeping. He turned his head to see that Paul had been chained to the desk that was next to his. Paul did not look well at all as he could not bring himself to stop shaking and crying.
"Paul?" Jamie then questioned but Paul could only bring himself to sob, uncontrollably from the pure agony he felt over witnessing Patryk's death in response.
"Where are we?" Ricky then groggily questioned as he roughly began to pull at his own chains, in a vain attempt to free himself as well.
"Home..." Tord semi-announced with a tone of which had been just as emotionless as his current facial-expression was as he stood in the singed-doorway of the nearly, destroyed building. Tord was now dressed in a puffy ski-jacket, with somewhat of a black and red, checkered pattern. Beneath the jacket, he wore a black, bullet-proof vest that was lined with several pouches along the abdomen of which were meant for holding various daggers along with white, black and red, Camouflaged pants of which were being held up by a black, leather belt with a red, Communist-themed belt-buckle. Lastly, he wore black, leather boots with crimson, steel toes.
"Good to see you are all finally awake...There is a lot of work to be done..." Tord then stated as the Edd-Clone stood beside him with a look of horror plastered over his countenance. Soon, Edd's family entered the building to stand with Tord and The Clone as a clear act of support. Sue, Edd's Mother, especially looked to be furious with all of the animators.
"Tord? M-Mrs. Gould?" Jamie questioned since he was still groggy due to a potential drugging as well as uncertain if he were dreaming any of this or not.
"You...promised us...You promised to keep my baby's World spinning!" Sue screamed a reminder at the animators in between her sobbing.
"Mrs. Gould, we tried but the fandom was out of control! You were compensated more than enough for..." Ricky began attempting to explain his actions with a tone that was full of irritation until he had been cut off by Sue.
"I never wanted any of your filthy money! I just wanted you to keep my son alive!" Sue snapped back at him as she practically trembled with rage, especially since she viewed the production-team's excuses for halting the production of Eddsworld to be extremely petty. The Edd-Clone appeared concerned as the room fell silent. The Edd-Clone then watched as Tord silently made his way over to Ricky.
"Here is what is going to happen next: You are all going to work to animate all of Edd's comics, the old-fashioned way since none of you can be trusted with computers then Edd's trustworthy-family will film and voice your flip-books then they will upload them to Edd's YouTube-Account..." Tord darkly explained as Ricky averted his gaze to the floor in order to keep Tord's psychotic-eyes from completely freezing him with fear.
"You might be able to hold us captive but you can't force us to work for you!" Ricky then defiantly retorted despite his inability to make eye-contact with Tord for even a few seconds. Ricky then winced at the feeling of Tord digging his fingers and thumb into his jawbone in order to roughly force his head up to look at him. Everyone anxiously watched as Tord leaned in, so closely to Ricky's face, that their noses were now pressed together. Ricky shuttered with fear as Tord's countenance remained unnaturally devoid of all emotion.
"For every episode that misses its deadline, one of your loved-ones will die a slow and painful death..." Tord growled his threat before releasing Ricky's now-sore face from his strong-grasp. Upon hearing Tord's threat, all of the animators got to work, including Ricky.
"That is what I thought..." Tord snorted in satisfaction at the somewhat pleasurable adrenaline-rush of asserting his dominance over so many people at once before he then fully stood back up in order to make his way toward the building's server-room. The Edd-Clone took the short moment that he would have away from Tord to then look over at Edd's family of whom all just awkwardly stared back at him. Edd's parents then tearfully smiled at the captive-animators, appearing to be truly happy for the first time since they had lost their son as they reached out to hold each other's hands.
Edd's sister, Vicky just somberly hung her head whilst their brother, George appeared to be just as happy as their parents were. The Edd-Clone let out a small sigh before then sprinting into the scorched-room of which Tord was currently in the process of rummaging through. Tord gave a mischievous smirk once he had finally managed to locate whatever it was that he had been looking for in a nearby pile of ashes. Once Tord had left what was once the server-room, without a word of course, the Edd-Clone took the time to examine the damage of which he knew had been caused by Tord at some point in time with a look of concern before obediently following his boss back outside, attempting to shake off any rising feelings of regret as he did so.
"Tord, wait!" Vicky quickly ran outside to catch up to Tord of whom at this point, was in the process of helping the Edd-Clone into the tank of which had once resided in the center of his Hometown of Oslo. However, Vicky then flinched and averted her gaze to the ground upon catching a glimpse of the look in Tord's eyes once he had turned his attention to her.
"Thank you..." Vicky then sincerely thanked Tord for everything that he had done for her and her family despite the fact that she was currently having a difficult time maintaining eye-contact with him. Tord nodded in response before hopping into the tank and closing its lid behind him. Vicky's jaw then dropped as she watched as the tank then shot down the street, in reverse at full-speed. She silently wondered just how unstable Tord was if he were genuinely going to drive all the way back to wherever it was that he had come from backwards. She then headed back inside of the burned and blackened building to join her family in tormenting the former, Eddsworld animators.
In the month of December, in the year of 2004: Tord and Edd have since grown closer as friends over the course of the passing months. Tord had also since, befriended Edd's college-roommate, Matt via SheezyArt and had also begun a long-distance relationship with Cheryl despite not knowing what she even looked like in real-life yet. Tord's artwork had also gained a huge fanbase of which consisted of mostly fangirls. He had also befriended BackwardsTwin2, soon learning that her name was Rebby despite the fact that he was still unsure of how to deal with her strange sense of humor of which both she and Cheryl referred to as "trolling."
All of the positive attention that Tord had been receiving online had eventually increased his confidence over the course of nearly a year. He had since become more outgoing, had begun to socialize more at College and had even gained enough confidence to acquire a part-time job at the coffee-shop that was near his house.
"And then, some old lady tried to cut in front of me at the checkout so I pushed her down; she had it coming..." Tord had just finished telling Edd the story of how hectic shopping for his family's upcoming, Christmas dinner had been for him through SheezyArt's private-messaging system.
"People can be so rude during the Holidays..." Edd replied, causing Tord to chuckle and shake his head.
"Guess the story of Krampas didn't stick...So, what did you do for your Holidays?" Tord then casually asked.
"Well, I haven't committed any felonies...yet! Matt and I have mostly just been watching Christmas-Specials so I'm in a rather, festive mood right now. Do you ever wish you starred in your own Christmas-Special? Because right now, I do!" Edd then excitedly began to ramble.
"And have everyone and their Mother's butts watching my every move?! I would rather lick a window!" Tord replied since even though he had become a bit, more confident over time, he was still a very shy and private person.
"L.O.L! Gross! I didn't take you for the type to get stage-fright!" Edd joked which made Tord feel slightly embarrassed. Tord merely let out a sigh as he continued to read Edd's message to him.
"What if it were an animated-special like Frosty The Snowman and you just provided your character's voice for it?" Edd then asked. Tord let out a small hum as he momentarily took the time to ponder his friend's proposal.
"I guess I could do that..." Tord then agreed in his next reply to Edd.
"Great! I already finished the animation! I will email you the script then you can email me the voice-recordings! G.T.G. bye!" Edd quickly replied before logging offline for that night before Tord could even have a chance to process his message.
"Wait! What?!" Tord nearly had a panic-attack since he did not know the first thing about recording voiced-lines for animations. He might need to enlist Gary's help for the part of which he had agreed to do for Edd's animation-project.
"So...you're the: "Big, badass Commie," that Edd just won't shut up about?" Tord then perked up once he had received this strange and rather hateful message from an account that went by the name of, TomSka. Feeling both confused as well as a little creeped-out, Tord opened this TomSka's profile in search of answers as to why this random stranger of whom he had never spoken to in his entire life was suddenly contacting him so aggressively. He learned that the person behind this profile was a twelve, year-old boy of whom lived in London, that he went by the name of Tom and that he was raised to be a Jehovah's Witness.
"Who is this guy?" Tord grumbled to himself before replying to Tom's comment.
"So what if I am, Jehovah's Witness?" Tord snapped back in his reply, using something personal to this TomSka-person as a derogatory way of identifying him for no other reason than to just make this kid see how he felt when he called him a, "Commie" just for being Norwegian.
"Edd might think you're so cool now but I live closer to him than you do...Soon, Edd will be my best-friend instead of yours, Commie..." TomSka was quick to reply.
"Sure, Edd would totally replace me with a twelve year-old Jehovah's Witness..." Tord replied with clear sarcasm as he rolled his eyes at the other person's childish nature. Tord then logged offline for that night, no longer wanting to argue with some kid over the internet whilst also deciding that he was tired of being on the internet for that day. As Tord got ready for bed, he began to feel insecure, silently wondering if Edd really would replace him with someone else, as if he were just some sort of disposable toy. Tord then brushed off the thought as being silly before climbing into bed and attempting to fall asleep.