"There! He'll fit right in!" Mariah beamed once she had finished dressing The Edd-Clone in a blue Hawaiian-Polo, a bright-red baseball-cap and black, thick-framed, fake, rectangular glasses. Mariah, herself was dressed in a rainbow jumpsuit and had her long, hot-pink dyed-hair tied up, into a bun so that she would be able to hide it beneath a blond wig with black roots that had been cut into a Graduated-Bob.
"Do you have it?" Tord then questioned Mariah once he had approved of The Edd-Clone's disguise.
"I've done stuff like this before, you know?" Mariah smirked as she pulled a small vile of clear fluid from her bra to show to Tord. Tord nodded in approval before pulling a bottle of Ipecac from one of the inner-pockets of his ski-jacket and taking a large swig from it.
"Do not let anyone see you..." Tord then instructed before handing the Ipecac over to Mariah. Mariah nodded in agreement, taking a swig from the bottle as well before entering the building that held The Encyclopedia Dramatica Headquarters. The Edd-Clone looked back at Tord with a look of concern before following Mariah inside where a meeting was being held for The Encyclopedia Dramatica Staff-Team as a whole.
"Before we get started: The infamous KalashniCola has agreed to meet with us today! Everyone give it up for our very, special guest!" Sherrod, the C.E.O. of Encyclopedia Dramatica and ultimately, the host of the meeting, announced Tord's arrival in a fashion that was obviously meant to mock him. Tord entered the building and began to approach the stage with a menacing glare, all the while: The audience jeered at him, mocked him and some even threw things at him.
"Kalashni'! Welcome!" Sherrod threw her arms up, into the air with a false, forced smile of excitement as Tord calmly ascended the stage's steps in order to take his seat in one of the dark-grey, cloth chairs, across from her and her Co-Founder, Andrew.
"My name...is...Tord..." Tord corrected as he appeared to be greatly unamused by Sherrod's complete lack of respect for him as a human-being.
"Whatever...So! I've noticed your creepy, little hobby of snooping around in graveyards has evolved into something far-more...problematic..." Sherrod flatly dismissed Tord's correction before then proceeding to comment on his semi-robotic army of the undead. Tord's face remained emotionless for the most-part but one of his eyes did twitch once Sherrod had uttered the word: "Problematic."
"Fresh beverages?" The disguised-Mariah then interrupted the already, intense conversation in order to offer Tord, Sherrod and Andrew each a red solo-cup that had been filled with iced-tea. Mariah then winked at Tord in order to silently signal to him that the dark deed of which he had requested of her had been completed before descending the stage's steps in order to make sure that as many people in the audience as possible got at least one cup of the iced-tea. Tord took one, small sip of his tea, never once breaking eye-contact with Sherrod. Sherrod and Andrew both took a sip from their own cups as well, completely unsuspecting of any, potential tampering.
"So tell me, Kalashni': What's your excuse for desecrating the final resting-places of so many, including your own best-friend's?" Sherrod then questioned as Tord maintained a blank-expression whilst deeply staring into her soul. However, his eye did twitch once-again upon hearing the word: "Excuse."
"I needed an army..." Tord simply responded.
"Like a boss!" The Edd-Clone suddenly shouted out from the crowd, much to the irritation of Eduardo of whom had been seated just in front of him.
"Here's an idea: Why don'tcha zip it until the meeting's over?" Eduardo then turned around to criticize The Edd-Clone with narrowed-eyes before then turning his attention back to the stage that was in front of them.
"Eduardo..." The Edd-Clone practically snarled beneath his breath as he narrowed his own eyes at the back of Eduardo's head. The Edd-Clone's pupils began to glow a faint red but this went unnoticed by everyone in the room.
"An army, huh? For what exactly? Just in case your little White-Knights didn't support your little temper-tantrum? You know what? I expected a grown-man in his thirties to be above all of this petty, internet drama..." Sherrod then proceeded to mock Tord further in an attempt to provoke a rise out of him that would never come.
"I am here to discuss terms of surrender, not trade insults..." Was Tord's only response, still lacking the emotion of which he had lost a long time ago.
"I want you to turn yourself in, dismantle all of your creepy, little robots, return all of the bodies you stole to their rightful-graves, make a public-apology to everyone you've hurt and stop standing up for people who don't deserve it, like: Momo-Kun and Yandere-Dev...Do this and I MIGHT take down your page on E.D...Maybe..." Sherrod listed all of her unreasonable terms for a deal that she had no intention of fulfilling her end of in a smug-fashion with a smirk upon her countenance.
Mariah appeared to be furious with Sherrod's ridiculous demands whilst The Edd-Clone appeared to be frightened, especially since he was one of Tord's 'creepy robots' that she wanted dismantled. Both of them knew that Sherrod's demands would never come into play, at least not while Tord was around but they were still incredibly offensive as well as upsetting for the both of them to hear.
"You misunderstand me...I am here to discuss the terms of your surrender, not mine..." Tord corrected, provoking a scoff as well as a rolling of the eyes from Sherrod.
"You will shut down your harmful website and surrender the server to me so that I can build a better one that my people may actually enjoy...Furthermore: You will divide all of the money you've made from this website over the years amongst every, single person that is still alive that you've made a hate-page about as payment for all of the harm you've caused them...For those who are no-longer living, you will donate the money to the families of your fallen-victims...In return, I offer you your life...
Reject this offer and I will show you know mercy..." Tord listed his own proposal to Sherrod with a chilling glare.
"LIKE A BOSS!" The Edd-Clone cheered once-again, a bit, more obnoxiously this time due to his excitement.
"We gotta get Security to get this guy outta here..." Eduardo grumbled to Mark and Jon as The Rival-Trio all opened an app on their phones that would supposedly allow them to privately contact Encyclopedia Dramatica's Security-Team.
"I'm on Slack too, I know what you guys are doing..." The Edd-Clone was then quick to announce the name of their supposedly-secret app of which he had used his robotic-abilities to hack into, in order to further prove his point. With equally-dramatic pouts, Eduardo, Mark and Jon all returned their iPhones to their pockets.
"You're actually insane! Do you really think we're just going to bend to your little intimidation-tactics so easily?" Sherrod practically burst into laughter at Tord's threat, a decision that she should soon come to regret.
"You know what happens to things that don't bend?" Tord questioned, followed by a low, primal growl as that familiar craving for bloodshed began to return, soon affecting the look of which he held in his eyes. For a moment, Sherrod and Andrew quickly grew uncomfortable with the way that Tord was staring at them as if he were a starving-predator, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to devour the both of them alive if they would be so foolish enough as to lower their guard even a little bit. That was until the Ipecac began to kick in. Tord's intense-glare was broken once his hunger had been replaced by an almost, unbearable sensation of nausea.
"I know it's hard to accept reality but you just aren't as indestructible as you think you are..." Sherrod smirked before looking to her audience.
"In that audience, there are survivors to your London-Massacre and family-members of your many, MANY victims...They're all willing to come forward and speak out against you...Tell me, Kalashni': Do you really think a bunch of Eddsworld-Fangirls will continue to be loyal to a cold-blooded killer that spills the blood of even innocent lives?" Sherrod questioned, provoking Tord to narrow his eyes at her in spite of his feelings of nausea.
"Just how many people here are going to come forward? What is this? A participation-trophy?" The Edd-Clone remarked with disgust in his tone once he saw a majority of the audience stand up in order to speak-out against his creator.
"We have a sign that says: "No assholes allowed" and you're at the top of the asshole-list..." Eduardo once-again turned around to snap back at The Edd-Clone. However, everyone paused upon seeing just how sick Tord appeared to be. Tord's stomach emitted a loud, disturbing gurgle before he then proceeded to projectile-vomit onto the chest of Andrew's shirt with a loud wretch.
"I'm hit! I'm hit!" Andrew cried out in disgust as he jumped up from his chair. Mariah then proceeded to projectile-vomit into the audience, causing quite-a-few people to scream as her vomit mostly covered: Eduardo, Mark and Jon. Beyond repulsed by being covered in vomit, Jon jumped up from his chair, beginning to scream with disgust and completely freakout before emptying the contents of his own stomach into Mark's lap.
"You're disgusting! What is wrong with you?!" Sherrod practically shrieked as the room now reeked of stomach-acid as well as partially-digested food despite being somewhat of a large area.
"Forgive the mess but people like you make me sick..." Tord semi-joked with a small smirk as he used his Thumb to wipe a small dribble of vomit from the right-corner of his mouth.
"I make you sick?!" Sherrod snarled in disbelief.
"It is because you are just so awful..." Tord confirmed.
"And just how am I awful?!" Sherrod demanded.
"It is because people like you are the reason that so many people get doxxed, they get swatted, they get hacked, that so many suicides happen...People are pushed to kill in mass because they feel as if the only way to make people like you stop is to silence them for good...You judge me for my bloodshed but you have far-more blood on your hands than I will ever have...The difference between you and I is that whilst a few casualties accompanied my attacks, every, single one of your victims were innocent...Don't you see?
I was not the one who killed all of those people; you forced me to...All of those people, regardless of if they were innocent or not, are all dead because of you because you refused to stop..." Tord further elaborated. Sherrod took another sip of her drink as she listened to Tord's statement before abruptly standing up with her solo-cup still in-hand.
"Let me tell you something: You don't know the first thing about me, pal!" Sherrod snapped back only to abruptly fall silent once she had suddenly dropped her cup, due to losing complete-control of the muscles in her hand. Sherrod silently watched in confusion as well as horror as her cup fell to the floor, splattering the poisoned iced-tea all over her shoes. Screams soon erupted from the audience once Andrew had quite-literally dropped dead onto the stage-floor. The audience attempted to flee, many falling dead as well before they could even reach The Main-Exit's double-doors as a massive pile of corpses soon blocked The Main-Entrance, quickly trapping any of the survivors of whom had been unlucky enough to have not drank the tainted-tea, inside of the large building.
Jon screamed once his two friends had also dropped dead due to the poison they had ingested as he once-again jumped up from his seat, nearly tripping over Mark's deceased-body in the process. Since Jon had unintentionally vomited on Mark earlier, the poison had been expelled from his body before it could cause any serious harm to him, hence why Mariah and Tord had taken the Ipecac earlier. However, Jon would not remain alive for long as The Edd-Clone was quick to begin to strangle Jon from behind with a jumper-cable. As the surviving, Encyclopedia-Dramatica Staff-Members all frantically ran around the building, in search of an escape, they were horrified to discover that all of the other doors had been chained shut from the outside with padlocks by Tord's followers, all of whom stood idly-by whilst wearing smirks of satisfaction as The Surviving-Staff screamed pleas for mercy that would never come to them.
"You..." Sherrod, growled, appearing furious as she grabbed ahold of one of the stage's side-tables of which had been located next to her chair, for support once she had nearly fallen over, due to the poison that was currently in the process of attacking her nervous-system.
"I knew you were lying to me when you attempted to negotiate with me to take my hate-page down..." Tord began as he removed the I.D.-Card of which had been clipped to the vomit-coated shirt of Andrew's corpse.
"I knew you were lying because you have lied to me in the past...You promised me that you would remove my hate-page if I publicly apologized for things I have never done and removed art that I never wished to remove...Long ago, I posted this false apology that you requested of me, I removed most of my hard-work and yet your hate-page still remains up until this, very day..." Tord pointed out as he began to approach Sherrod of whom was still struggling not to fall to the ground as she glared up at Tord with a look of pure-hatred the entire time.
"Well, I was lying too...I never truly intended on allowing you to leave this building alive..." Tord smirked which provoked Sherrod to attempt to lunge at him with a small grunt. However, Sherrod did not make it far as the poison had completely taken over her body, causing her to collapse on-top of the stage's coffee-table, shattering the table's glass-top upon impact.
"Sherrod and Andrew are dead, the surviving-employees are trapped inside; what do I need to do next?" Tord then called Alex on his black, burner flip-phone as he used Andrew's stolen I.D.-Card to access the Encyclopedia Dramtica server-room.
"Make yourself useful and help me with these bodies..." Mariah groaned, sickly once The Edd-Clone had successfully finished strangling Jon to death. As The Edd-Clone and Mariah worked to shove animatronic-skeletons into the corpses of the fallen-Staff, Alex gave Tord the instructions that he would need, over the phone, in order to recode Encyclopedia Dramitica's U.R.L. into what would soon become the new SheezyArt.
"Encyclopedia Dramatica is dead and will never be able to hurt anyone ever again; SheezyArt has been born anew. You are all now free to post whatever your imagination desires, to create without fear of persecution. Be free, my children.
Your new Admin: Tord Maximillion Cyrano Wellhaven The Third." Read the description for the new SheezyArt. It was not long before the website would soon become flooded with artwork of every kind, although most would be sexual-fanart of Tord. Tom let out a sigh of defeat as he used his Checker-Patterned iPhone to read over the description of Tord's new website from the safety of one of London's many Storm-Shelters.
His Pug, Squidge was comfortably snuggled into a tight-ball within his male-master's lap, drooling in his sleep all the while as Tom sat on the floor with his back slumped against the wall. Tom had suffered a few, minor cuts and bruises from Tord's first, massive attack. However, he had ultimately managed to avoid sustaining any major injuries, the worst being a large cut across the bridge of his nose of which had since scabbed over but would most-likely leave a permanent-scar in its place.
"Are you alright?" Charlie asked, softly as she knelt down to hand Tom a white, styrofoam solo-cup that was filled with iced-water.
"I just can't help but feel like all of this is my fault..." Tom began to vent with another sigh as he returned his phone to his pocket before accepting the drink.
"Tom...What happened with Tord was awful but it wasn't your fault..." Charlie reassured as she placed a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder in a vane-attempt at comforting him.
"I was the first to start poking fun at him, Charlie...I probably encouraged others to do the same...I started all of this..." Tom further explained the reasoning behind his feelings of guilt.
"Tom, Tord knows you didn't really hate him...He considered you a friend; everyone knows that..." Charlie attempted to remind Tom of how his relationship with Tord use to be nothing more than a bit of playful teasing at first until that one day that Tom just had to take it too far.
"For Pete's sakes, Charlie! I compared him to Edd's Cancer in a bloody metaphor!" Tom finally snapped back at his girlfriend, causing her to flinch.
"I'm sorry..." Tom was then quick to apologize, instantly regretting his outburst as he buried his face into his hands.
"Why don't you get some rest? You'll feel better in the morning..." Charlie then suggested as she began to rub Tom's shoulders in another vane-attempt to soothe him. Meanwhile, The Ninja that had been following Tom earlier that evening was perched upon one of the street-lamps of wich had still been left standing after The Destruction of London as he used his helmet's X-Ray-Vision to spy on Tom. He watched as Charlie lead Tom over to one of the many cots that had been set up by The Shelter's volunteers, before then zipping down from the lamp-post at an inhuman-speed, soon disappearing into the darkness of the night.
The Ninja would then wait until Midnight to enter the building, followed by almost the entire Country-Bear Jamboree all of whom had now been modified to become more mobile. All of the creepy, bear animatronics had also been equipped with Rifles. Naturally, one of The Security-Guards stepped forward at the sight of the weapons but before he could even reach for his taser, he was shot through the face by Big Al.
"There's a hole in the sky and blood on the ground!" Big Al began to sing as The Five Bear-Rugs all began to play background-music for him. The Ninja did several front-flips toward The Security-Guard of whom had been in the process of calling for backup and with several, swift swings of his Katana, he sliced The Guard into nothing-more than a bloody pile of fleshy-cubes.
"There's a hole in the sky and blood on the ground!" Big Al repeated the first line of his song as he then proceeded to shoot the receptionist in the face, splattering her blood-soaked brain-matter all over the wall that was behind her.
"My Mama always told me that The Devil's all around! I don't wanna hear that lonesome, Church-Bell sound! My heart is heavy and my feet are sinkin' down! My head is heavy and my feet are sinkin' dooowwwwwnnnnn!" Big Al continued his song in a gravely voice as more Security-Guards rushed into the lobby in order to surround the mechanical-army of deadly-intruders.
"And I don't wanna hear that lonesome, Church-Bell sound!" Big Al repeated as the other Country-Bears began to shoot down The Security-Guards of whom had only been armed with mace and tasers. The only Guards of whom were not shot down were practically minced by the quick-moving Ninja's Katana.
"Run, piggy!" Henry practically cackled before shooting down the last Security-Guard of whom had been in the process of attempting to flee.
"O-Oh, whoa! It's a dark day comin'! O-Oh, whoa! It's a dark day comin'!" Big Al continued to sing as he and the other Country-Bear animatronics then proceeded to follow The Ninja along The Shelter's corridors.
"Excuse me! You aren't supposed to be..." One of the volunteers had then made the fatal mistake of attempting to follow the mechanical-posse only to be forever silenced when Henry suddenly swung his Rifle over his shoulder in order to blow her face off from behind his back, in response to her objection.
"And it won't be looonnnng and it won't be loooonnnng!" Big Al continued to sing as The Ninja held up his wrist in order to open a hidden-panel that was located on the back of his glove. He then, quickly typed a code into his glove's hidden-keypad before closing the panel back up and upon his coding's command, Teddi Barra swung down from the ceiling-vent of the Shelter-room that Tom's family had been sleeping in. Using the Machine-Gun of which Tord had equipped her with, Teddi Barra then began to open-fire into the unsuspecting, sleeping crowd, all the while singing her most-famous, programmed song: Heart, We Did All We Could.
It did not take long for the once-silent room to erupt with screams that would soon overpower Teddi Barra's song in volume. Tom had already been unable to sleep so he was quick to sit up at the all of the sudden, loud noises, just in time for one of the bullets to graze the side of his neck. Tom cried out in pain as he instinctually reached up to cover his new, bleeding flesh-wound. He then watched as the panicking-crowd all rushed toward The Exits, trampling over many others in the process. Tom was quick to scoop up Squidge beneath one of his arms before grabbing onto the inner-elbow of Charlie's left-arm in order to lead her to safety as quickly as possible.
Many were gunned down by Teddi Barra before they could even reach any of the Exits and as a result, all of the double-doors soon became blocked off by massive piles of bodies. When a bullet pierced through the back of one of Charlie's shoulders, Tom was quick to tip over one of the cots so that he and his makeshift-family-unit could all take cover behind it.
"What are we going to do?!" Charlie softly grunted, on the verge of tears from the white, hot, searing pain of being shot as she clutched her now-bleeding shoulder. Tom carefully peeked out from behind their hiding-place, just in time to witness The Ninja slice through the massive pile of corpses that had been blocking the room's Main-Entrance. The rest of The Country-Bear Jamboree were then quick to burst through the doors in order to begin helping Teddi Barra shoot down any of the remaining-survivors. Tom began to scan his surroundings for anything that he could use as a weapon until he took notice of a can of hairspray that had been sticking out of Charlie's duffle-bag.
"Hold Squidge; I have an idea..." Tom instructed as he shoved Squidge into Charlie's arms before then proceeding to sprint toward their abandoned-luggage.
"Tom, wait!" Charlie whispered a quiet protest since she naturally feared for her boyfriend's safety. Somehow, Tom had managed to avoid any further injury as he was quick to grab the can of hairspray from Charlie's duffle-bag whilst also grabbing his own lighter from the pocket of his tattered, black jeans. He then used Charlie's hairspray as well as his own lighter as a makeshift-flamethrower to set Teddi Barra ablaze from a safe distance. Since Teddi Barra had been so close to the ceiling, her flaming-fur had naturally triggered The Emergency Fire-Sprinklers.
Since The Country-Bear Jamboree had been the only group of animatronics that Tord had neglected to modify to be able to withstand water, they all began to short out with a collective array of electric-sparks before they all fell, lifelessly to the now-drenched floor, their unconscious-bodies surrounding The Ninja of whom remained unaffected by the water that was now raining down upon him.
"Tord..." Tom growled as he narrowed his eyes at The Ninja. Perhaps Tom had not been thinking straight due to either lack of sleep or a potential injury to his brain during Tord's first attack on London. Perhaps it may have been pure, instinctual adrenaline or even a combination of all three that had made Tom foolishly assume that The Ninja's immunity to water automatically meant that he secretly had not been fully a robot like the others. Despite the fact that Tom had clearly seen that Tord had at least two animatronics that were able to function underwater without issue, Tom was fully convinced that this mysterious Ninja was his rival, disguised in a suit of armor.
Tom charged toward The Ninja with the intention of at the very-least, restraining him but The Ninja was quick to knee Tom in the stomach once he had gotten too close to him. Once Tom had doubled over in pain, The Ninja then took the opportunity to knee him in the face. Tom's nose had been completely shattered, now beginning to bleed as he stumbled, backwards from the impact of his foe's armored-knee colliding with his face. Before Tom could even regain his balance, The Ninja then delivered a spin-kick across his face, sending the poor eyeless-man skidding across the concrete-floor. Tom's flesh burned from the scrapes that now covered his body as he weakly picked himself back up from the floor.
Snorting slightly in a vane-attempt to draw in air through his broken, bleeding nose, Tom turned to see that The Ninja was now beginning to front-flip toward him. Tom began to back away from The Ninja in order to avoid being kicked by him then ducked in order to dodge his foe's spiraling-feet once The Ninja had jumped up in order to attempt to double-spin-kick Tom in mid-air. However, once Tom had fully stood back up, The Ninja had successfully managed to land a drop-kick to his chest which in turn, would send Tom tumbling down the concrete-staircase of which lead down into one of The Shelter's storage-rooms. Tom groaned in pain as he strived to fight off the dizziness that was now beginning to overtake him. With a backflip, The Ninja had managed to gracefully land upon his feet before sliding his Katana back into his sheath then slowly beginning to descend the staircase. The Ninja then purposefully stepped onto both of Tom's bruised, scraped arms in order to pin him to the ground, the action naturally causing Tom cry out in agony.
"Why are you doing this?" Tom then grunted, still convinced that this Ninja was somehow Tord, even though, deep down, he knew the answer as to why Tord was committing all of these acts of mass-genocide. Slowly, The Ninja began to remove his motorcycle-helmet-esc mask.
"No..." Tom's eye-sockets began to fill with tears as he stared up at The Ninja with a look of pure-shock at his true identity. His initial suspicion that this mysterious Ninja had not fully been a robot had been correct but his suspicion that The Ninja had been Tord had been false. The Ninja's true identity had truly been much-more upsetting to Tom.
"He's not the same you know?" Matt finally decided to speak after a long moment of silence as he glared down at Tom with a look of pure-hatred.
"Have you seen that look in his eyes?" Matt then asked, appearing to be greatly disturbed and even traumatized by the memories as he began to tell Tom all about just what had happened to him after he had been kidnapped by Tord's Zombie-Bots. Tord's Zombie-Bots had tied Matt's wrists and ankles together so tightly, that blood had been drawn before tossing the red-head into the back-seat of The Oslo-Tank. Matt had also been gagged with a red, paisley bandana of which had given him a headache as the material had practically sliced into both of the corners of his mouth. The vehicle of mass-destruction remained silent for the most-part, aside from Matt's occasional murmuring as Tord slowly began to drive his Tank up the hill that lead into a neighborhood that had remained untouched by the flooding due to having been lucky enough to have been built on high-ground.
The Edd-Clone had been convincingly disguised as a construction-worker thanks to Mariah's Cosplaying-talents. He appeared uncertain as he glanced over at Tord of whom at this point, had parked The Tank at a small distance away from one of the houses. Since the night had long-since fallen, Tord's Tank would have luckily been concealed by the darkness of the night for the most-part. The Edd-Clone climbed out of Tord's Tank in order to approach their targeted-house and ring the doorbell. The Edd-Clone drew in a nervous breath as Matt's wife, Katie answered the door with a look of confusion upon her countenance.
"Good evening, Ma'am..." Edd politely greeted her before beginning to recite a rehearsed-speech about water-damage having possibly been done to her property. Matt frantically began attempting to scream out a warning to his wife through his gag as he fruitlessly struggled against his bindings.
"Do you feel it? That feeling of being rendered completely and utterly helpless whilst you are forced to suffer through the nightmare of grief?" Tord calmly began to question Matt as he kept his eyes on his most-cherished robot, admiring his handy-work, admiring just how perfectly he resembled Edd in every way.
"If you could just step outside with me for a moment..." The Edd-Clone began to lead Katie a little further into the darkness of her own front-yard. As Katie began to examine her front-yard for any, potential damage to the property of which she shared with her husband, The Edd-Clone pulled the same Pistol of which he had previously used to shoot Patryk with at The London Comicon, from one of the holsters of his fake construction-belt. On the verge of tears, The Edd-Clone then proceeded to point the Pistol at the back of the head of Matt's poor, unsuspecting wife, his hand trembling all the while. Only when Matt had begun to cry, did Gary finally remove the bandanna from around his pounding-head.
"P-Please...My wife has nothing to do with any of this..." Matt begged in between sobs. Tord only turned around to look at him with a blank expression in response since Matt's wife had everything to do with what was about to happen next.
"I'll do anything you want...Just please leave her alone..." Matt further attempted to negotiate with Tord in exchange for the life of his partner. Just as Katie had begun to turn back around in order to face who she believed to be a construction-worker, The Edd-Clone was quick to hide the gun behind his back before bidding her a farewell and returning to his Leader's Tank. Tord would then go on to equip Matt with an armored, robotic suit of which was similar to that of Iron Man's, the only difference being that this suit would take on the appearance of the red and black Ninja of whom had been the star of one of Tord's old, Flash animations of which he had posted on Newgrounds a long time ago. This new, mechanical suit would give Matt the ability to travel at one-hundred miles per-hour whilst at the same time, still maintaining stealth.
The suit had also been programmed with a variety of different types of martial-arts that would also give Matt the agility and skill to attack any foe with ease. Matt would then go on to use his new super-weapon of a body-suit to kidnap all of the former, Eddsworld animators by sneaking up on them in order to subdue them with Chloroform before chaining them to the many, charred desks that rested within the scorched-ruins of the former, SheezyArt Headquarters. Once he had finished his story, Matt crouched down to meet Tom's eye-level with a sinister smirk.
"At first, I didn't understand why any of these horrible things were happening to me...I wondered what I'd done to deserve any of this...I was afraid of Tord at first...I resented him...until I realized: Everything he's doing now...
Everything he's done so far...It's all been to keep Eddsworld spinning..." Matt explained with a gleam as he pulled a syringe from one of his suit's weapon-holster's. He then stabbed the syringe into Tom's shoulder, rather violently with an enraged-grunt, provoking the other man to cry out in pain.
"As much as I want you dead right now, Eddsworld can't spin without you, Tom..." Matt then darkly growled as he injected the unknown-contents of the syringe into Tom's bloodstream. Matt then flinched once a bullet had ricocheted off of the back of his bullet-proof suit. Matt turned around to see who had actually been foolish enough to shoot at him only to see that Bing was standing at the top of the staircase with one of the fallen-Country-Bears' Rifles in his hands. As Bing cocked his newfound-Rifle with the intent of firing another shot at Matt, the red-head narrowed his blue eyes at him with a look of pure hatred before putting his helmet back on and using his suit's speed-boosters to quickly escape from the building.
"Are you okay?!" Bing was then quick to drop the Rifle in order to rush to over to Tom's aid.
"I think so..." Tom groaned as he sat up in order to pull the now-empty syringe from his bruised-arm.
"Are you?! I thought you were dead!" Tom then exclaimed with a tone that was laced with concern.
"Nope! They rescued me from the top of Big Ben; sorry to disappoint you..." Bing halfway joked with a small but sad smirk.
"Bing, I...I'm sorry...for everything...I truly am..." With a small sigh of regret, Tom sincerely apologized to Bing in person for the first time since their falling-out.
"Tom..." Bing began with a somber sigh of his own until he was cut off by Charlie frantically rushing over to the basement's doorway.
"Tom! Come quick!" Charlie practically sobbed, prompting Tom and Bing to quickly follow her. Once Charlie had lead them to the source of her dismay, Tom's heart sank once he saw that his Mother was currently in the process of crying over his fallen-Father as she held him close to her. Tom's Father had suffered a fatal-shot through his heart.
"Dad?!" Naturally, Tom was quick to rush over to his Father in a vane-attempt at aiding him. Weakly, Tom's Father turned to look over at his son of whom at this point, was in tears as well. Tom's Father struggled to speak but ultimately ended up dying in the arms of his sobbing, now-widowed wife. Tom's body had completely frozen with shock as time seemed to move by so quickly around him from that moment onward. All Tom could bring himself to do was silently watch as the bleeding, lifeless body of his Father had been zipped up into a body-bag by The Coroner as tears profusely continued to pour from his widened eye-sockets.
After a while, Tom looked down at his trembling-hands as a mixture of both rage as well as grief began to swirl around within his chest in a manner that was similar to that of a nest of angry-hornets. As Tom began to hallucinate his fingernails rapidly beginning to grow into long, sharp, purple claws, he suddenly let out a scream that would sound like a roar to him but would still ultimately end up startling everyone else around him, regardless as he effortlessly began to rip his own shirt from his body. A month prior to Tord's initial-attack on London, back when Tord was still in hiding on The Island of Madagascar, Tord had been in the process of practicing shooting his Kalashnikov on his deceased-Grandfather's practice-targets of which semi-decorated the backyard of his makeshift-home. Since Tord had been practicing with his favorite firearm for nearly a year at this particular point in time, his once-thin, bony frame had since become a bit, more muscular. He was wearing his Grandfather's old, black, bullet-proof vest that had been customized to hold various, different types of knives so his new, bulky, muscular arms had been perfectly put on display. He was also wearing the new red, grey and white, Camouflaged pants of which his Older-Siblings had gifted to him for their first Christmas together on the island.
His Older-Siblings watched from a safe-distance, in mild-concern as Tord proceeded to open-fire at the practice-targets, not once missing a single bullseye. Both siblings debated on weather to interrupt their Youngest-Sibling whilst he was in the midst of engaging in his new, favorite hobby but when Tord had lowered his gun in order to look over at them, both of his Elder-Siblings flinched from a newfound sense of fear of which they had grown to feel around their once-sweet Baby-Brother.
"Shall we begin?" Tord then questioned his small audience of onlookers with a darkened tone as he now, finally felt confident enough to literally attempt to take over The World.