On a cold, Winter's day, in the year, 2006: Tord stood upon the sidewalk, surrounding the outer-front of London's main-airport, dressed in his black trench-coat. As Tord waited for his girlfriend, Cheryl to pick him up, he pulled out his Smartphone to check the comment-section of his most-recent post to SheezyArt. Said-post was a piece of concept-art for a character he had in-mind for an animated-short he planned on posting to Newgrounds; a website Edd convinced him to sign-up for. Tord was only mildly-surprised to see his newest-creation already gained two, new comments since he only just posted it that morning. The first was of course, a supportive-comment from Edd but Tord was not expecting anything even remotely-similar to the second-comment left on his latest-concept.
"Contrary to popular-belief: Women's nipples aren't permanently, all-sticky-outty!" Read the comment that from an account with the username: Zchandess, followed by an angry-faced emoticon. The commenter's profile-picture also consisted of an unwrapped-condom, with the words:
"Stop breeding, stupid!" Written across the image in large, bold, black, all-capitalized letters. Tord scoffed at this stranger's openly-shameless rudeness toward him as he internally brushed her off as nothing-more than an uppity-prude.
"Well, uh, MY women's nipples do!" Tord snippily replied to the comment, unaware that his girlfriend, Cheryl: A young-woman with long, caramel-brown, frizzy hair, tied back into a high-ponytail, was approaching the airport with her pastel-pink Volkswagen-Beetle.
"Please don't be ugly...Please don't be ugly...Please...Please..." Cheryl began to whisper silent-Prayers to herself since she had yet to view what her online-boyfriend actually looked like in-person.
"OH, MY GOSH!" She then practically squealed upon seeing the thin, attractive brunette that just-so-happened to be standing right where her online-boyfriend said he would be waiting for her.
"Maybe she needs a hot-water-bottle and don't say she has two or I'm gonna get UH, PEEVED!" Zchandess' next reply provoked Tord's face to twist into a disgusted-grimace since he truly hated prudes, with a passion. He was about to snap back at her with another retort until he was inturrupted by Cheryl pulling up, in front of him and rolling down her window.
"Tord?" Cheryl called out to him just to confirm that this handsome-prize of a stranger was indeed, her internet-boyfriend.
"Cheryl?" Tord questioned as he looked up from his phone's screen.
"Hey!" Cheryl then greeted him, with a friendly smile. Tord returned the smile as he slid his phone back into his pocket. He figured the argument with this random-heckler could wait as he got into his girlfriend's car. He decided not to scrap his concept just-yet, despite the attracted-negativity. He instead, decided he would check on his comment-section again, a little-while later to see if his concept would eventually gain any positive-attention.
As Cheryl drove back towards her apartment-complex, both she and Tord remained awkwardly-silent since both of them were nervous upon meeting each-other, face-to-face for the first time. Tord was mentally-chastising himself for being so shy as he desperately wracked his brain for an interesting conversation-starter. He wondered if the reason behind his unintentional-silence was the cause of jet-lag. Unknown to Tord, Cheryl was also internally-scolding herself for suddenly having such a difficult time speaking to her own boyfriend. As a light-pink blush slowly began to creep over the bridge of her nose, Cheryl wondered if the reason she was so nervous around Tord was because he was so attractive.
"So, uh..." Cheryl began as she briefly glanced over at Tord before returning her chocolate-brown eyes to the road ahead of them.
"Yeah?" Tord slightly perked-up, despite still feeling somewhat-nervous.
"How was your flight?" Cheryl decided to ask him the most-basic of questions.
"Well, the takeoff scared me...The flight scared me and the landing...freaking scared me!" Tord honestly replied, causing Cherly to instantly burst into laughter. His girlfriend's laughter soon made Tord feel comfortable enough to laugh along with her at just how unnecessarily-awkward they initially were around each-other.
"Alright, here we are; make yourself at home." Cheryl announced after unlocking her apartment's front-door for them.
"My roommate won't be home until tomorrow-night so we can do whatever we'd like." Cheryl explained, kicking off her shoes in the process as Tord sheepishly followed her inside, carefully closing the door behind him.
"I guess we could play Timesplitters-Two or watch Insane Zombie-Pirates from Hell-Four..." Tord casually suggested as he removed his own shoes before neatly placing them beside Cheryl's, which were partially strewn-about.
"Tord...we're going to be alone for very, long time..." Cheryl giggled as she hung her keyring upon one of the wall's key-hooks.
"We can do whatever we like..." She then rather-playfully reminded as she wrapped her arms around Tord's neck, provoking the young-man to blush a deep shade of crimson at the sensation of her lips brushing against his as she rested her forehead against his own, their noses pressing together. Cheryl then kissed her boyfriend, deeply for the first time. Tord practically melted into the kiss as he reached a hand up to gently caress his girlfriend's cheek. After adding her tongue into the kiss, Cheryl took in the natural, sweet flavor of Tord's saliva as she began to lead him towards her bedroom whilst simultaneously French-kissing him.
Upon successfully making their way into Cheryl's bedroom, Cheryl carefully began to unbutton Tord's trench-coat whilst managing to somehow keep her tongue wrapped around his. Once Tord's trench-coat was removed, revealing his coral polo-shirt, Cheryl firmly grasped the warm, bare skin of Tord's now-exposed biceps to shove him onto her bed. Tord watched, with lustful-eyes as Cheryl then climbed atop of him before removing her own shirt, exposing her light-pink bra.
"Cheryl...I've never..." Tord nervously attempted to inform Cheryl that he was still a virgin. The closest thing poor, young Tord ever had to a girlfriend was his former, next-door neighbor. He only ever held hands with her when they were both eight-years-old until she drowned in the pool that belonged to the neighbors, across the street. Tord was still traumatized by the events, especially since he was the one to discover her body.
"Shhhh, You just relax and I'll handle the rest..." Cheryl reassured as she brought Tord back from his negative-thoughts by pressing a finger to his soft lips to silence him before roughly shoving her lips into his for another, make-out-session. After what felt like hours of passionate-wrestling, the couple gradually retired into gentle-cuddling as they both panted to catch their respective-breaths. The young-couple glistened with sweat as Cheryl lied atop of Tord with her head rested against his chest, taking in the soothing sounds of his pounding-heart as she gently rubbed his pectoral in circular-motions. Tord stared up at the ceiling, mentally basking in the lingering-sensation of pleasure as he twirled a disheveled-strand of Cheryl's hair around his Index-Finger.
"I've dreamt of this day for so long...I never imagined it would be this mind-blowing..." Cheryl was the first to break the silence upon finally managing to catch her breath.
"I could just stay like this, with you for the rest of my natural Norwegian-life..." Tord agreed, prompting Cheryl to sit-up, slightly so she could lean in to kiss him again. As the two began to engage within another make-out-session, Cheryl's obnoxious, Sunshine-Lollipops ringtone began to loudly blare, effectively interrupting the couple.
"Want to just let it go to voicemail?" Tord groaned with mild-irritation as he and Cheryl both turned to glare at the hot-pink flip-phone resting upon Cheryl's nightstand. Tord really hated that annoying-song. Cheryl grabbed her cellphone to at least see who was calling.
"Oh, crap! Rebby!" She gasped before quickly tossing her phone aside and hopping out of bed. Cheryl scrambled to get dressed, unable to believe she completely-forgot about scheduling a girls-night with her best-friend that night.
"Rebby?" Tord anxiously questioned, having forgotten, himself that Cheryl and Reddy knew each other, personally.
"Quickly-now! Get dressed!" Cheryl practically shoved Tord's clothes into his arms before turning to leave the bedroom. Cheryl quickly fixed her hair before opening her front-door where Rebby, a chubby-girl with short, dark-brown hair and thick, black-rimmed glasses, waited for her with a six-pack of beer firmly-tucked beneath her arm.
"Cher-Bear! Are you ready to party?!" Rebby greeted Cheryl with a hug that was tight enough to cause the smaller-girl to softly grunt.
"About that...I sort-of have a guy over..." Cheryl awkwardly began to explain.
"Oh? You scoundrel, you!" Rebby narrowed her eyes with a smirk before delivering what was meant to be a playful-punch to Cheryl's shoulder. Cheryl once-again, grunted as she reached up to rub the bruise slowly forming upon her left-bicep.
"Is he cute?" Rebby asked, with a perverse-snicker.
"Back-off! He's mine!" Cheryl was quick to retort, with narrowed-eyes.
"You didn't answer my question: Is, he, cute?" Rebby repeated her question, which would soon be answered once Tord entered the living-room, fully-dressed but still appearing to be as shy as ever.
"Oh, he's cute..." Rebby acknowledged before removing one of the bottles of beer from the case she brought and sprinting over to Tord.
"Hey!" Rebby cheerfully greeted Tord before handing him the beer. Tord stopped in his tracks and accepted the beer, appearing confused as to why Rebby was suddenly being so nice to his face after teasing him over the internet for as long as they knew each-other.
"Rebecca! You can call me Rebby..." Rebby further introduced herself, with a blush.
"Tord..." Tord introduced himself as well, with a smirk, followed by a chuckle upon realizing Rebby did not recognize him.
"YOU'RE Tord?! KalashniCola?! From SheezyArt?!" Rebby began to question him, with pure-shock as her attraction for Tord instantly died. Tord's smirk merely grew as he nodded to confirm all of her questions.
"He's going to be staying at my flat for most of the week..." Cheryl awkwardly interjected an explanation since Tord would also be spending a few of his nights in London with Edd. Edd and Matt managed to be able to afford to finally move out of their dormitory after agreeing to split the rent of a small-apartment with their new roommate, Tom.
"Great..." Rebby sighed with irritation clear in her tone at the fact that her internet-nemesis would be crashing what was initially supposed to be their girls-night. Tord anxiously began to rub his shoulder since he was now beginning to feel unwelcome. Tord and Rebby then both jumped once Cheryl suddenly slammed her fist upon the counter, with a goofy-grin of excitement.
"I have an idea! Let's play a board-game! That's what friend's do, right?" Cheryl then suggested as she rubbed her hands together with anticipation. As Cheryl left to dig a board-game out of the back of her supply-closet, Rebby took the time to glare at Tord with obvious-disapproval, even going as far as to narrow her eyes at him. Tord sighed as he silently feared tonight would be difficult to endure.
In the present-day, at the former-Encyclopedia-Dramatica-Headquarters: Tord's followers along with the newest-additions to his robotic, zombie army, all worked together to tie-up the unfortunate-survivors of Tord's Encyclopedia Dramatica Poisoning.
"For your crimes against me and many others: I, Tord Maximillion Cyrano-Welhaven, Third of my name, sentence you to death..." Tord coldly stated, in-spite of the desperate-cries for his nonexistent-mercy from his latest-victims.
"Sir, please! We were just doing our jobs!" One young-woman tearfully begged.
"I have a family!" An older-man attempted to appeal to whatever humanity Tord could possibly have left. However, Tord merely responded to their fearful-pleas with visible-arousal. After years of begging them to remove his hate-page only to be further-mocked, Tord could not even begin to describe the feeling of euphoria he felt from the role-reversal. Now, he was the one in power with his harassers' lives at his lack of mercy. He was blissfully drinking in every moment of their pure-desperation.
"T-Tord, listen...Maybe we should give them another chance?" The Edd-Clone fearfully suggested, appearing disturbed by how much his Master was enjoying the torment of others.
"I gave them a chance many years ago...They made their choice..." Tord icily refused, having been hardened by decades of torment. They never showed him any mercy; why should he do the same for them?
"Tord, they're clearly remorseful...Sometimes it's better to answer justice with mercy..." The Edd-Clone once-again made a vane-attempt at reasoning with Tord.
"I answer justice with JUSTICE!" Tord snapped back at The Edd-Clone, causing the robot to flinch.
"If you question me in front of strangers again, I am going to be upset, understood?" Tord then snarled, becoming especially-infuriated by his creation's naivety since Tord, himself knew the only reason these poor-excuses for tabloids were suddenly, so remorseful for their actions, was because Tord now, possessed the power to end their lives.
"Good..." Tord smirked once his creation submissively nodded in agreement, with a whimper. Tord's smirk only grew at the sound of a monstrous-roar booming throughout the city as he knew that sound, alone meant Matt successfully completed the mission he sent him on.
"What are you going to do to them?" The Edd-Clone anxiously asked his Master about the fates of the remaining-Encyclopedia-Dramatica-Staff.
"I am going to use them to send a message..." Tord simply replied, his smirk growing into more of a gleam. Large, wooden steaks as thick as tree-trunks were then setup to surround the outside of what now served as The Headquarters for Tord's New SheezyArt. The surviving-staff were then impaled upon each steak. Two, extra, thinner steaks were setup by the building's front-entrance to display the severed-heads of the only, two bodies Tord instructed not to be turned into zombie-bots: The severed-heads of Sherrod and Andrew.
The Edd-Clone grew even-more unsettled by the way Tord closed his eyes, with a wide grin as he internally-feasted upon the screams of slow, agonizing deaths from his latest-victims. In the year, 2006: Tord, Cheryl and Rebby were all deeply-enthralled within the board-game: Don't Pull The Beard Off Ralph.
"Yahtzee!" Tord cheered after taking his turn to roll the dice.
"Wrong game..." Rebby corrected with slight-irritation since she was feeling rather-competitive.
"Who cares, Rebby?! We're all just here to have a bit of fun!" Cheryl happily sided with her boyfriend in an attempt to impress him.
"Wait, how many of those brownies did you eat?" Cheryl then questioned Tord, with concern in her voice upon finally realizing Tord was indeed, helping himself to the brownies from the platter, she placed on the coffee-table earlier, that evening.
"I don't know...Two; I think?" Tord hesitantly responded with a lie, now becoming concerned as well.
"Okay, stop! Those brownies have Weed in them..." Cheryl explained, with a sense of urgency. Now, Tord was really worried, especially since he was certain those brownies did taste strangely. Now, he knew why he was beginning to feel so dizzy, especially since he lied to Cheryl about the amount of brownies he truly consumed.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" Tord suddenly announced once a strong feeling of nausea began to overtake him. He quickly covered his mouth before rushing to lock himself within the guest-bathroom, trying not to wretch too loudly as he vomited into the toilet. Once Tord finished emptying the contents of his stomach, he was nearly in tears, practically clinging to the toilet as he trembled from how sick he felt. Poor-Tord internally began to panic, wondering if he were going to overdose from the massive-amount of Marijuana and alcohol in his body.
After taking a moment to reassure himself he would most-likely be fine, Tord flushed the toilet before forcing himself to shakily stand back up. He went over to the sink and splashed cold-water on his face to help himself regain some mental-stability. After-all, he did not want his girlfriend and her judgmental-friend to know he was a light-weight. As Tord exited the bathroom, he tried to pretend nothing was wrong, despite still feeling lightheaded.
"Show me the way to go home! I'm tired and I wanna go to bed!" Cheryl and Rebby were now drunk as they happily sang together. Neither girl even seemed to take notice of Tord's absence, much to the Norski's relief. As Tord returned to his spot, on the floor, beside Cheryl, he anxiously began to sing along with them.
Throughout the night, the trio would play games and sing show-tunes. Rebby and Cheryl seemed oblivious to Tord's constant-trips to the restroom to vomit. At one point, during the night, Cheryl passed-out whilst leaning against Tord. Tord was so exhausted from not-only being high as well as drunk at the same time but from also vomiting so much. He felt himself beginning to nod out of consciousness, despite how much his throat burned.
"Tord!" Tord was then startled by Rebby suddenly getting into his face with a creepy-grin as he released a partial-snore.
"Let's watch a show! Let's play a game! Let's sing a song!" She cheerfully suggested.
"I don't know, Rebby; it's pretty late; maybe we should just call it a night..." Tord practically yawned. He felt as if he were about to vomit again but he knew for a fact there was nothing left inside of him to expel. Rebby slowly began to grimace in response to his refusal.
"Well, that's just bloody great! First, a guy crashes our girls-night then everyone just falls asleep on the sofa!" Rebby voiced her complaints in a hostile-manner, effectively intimidating Tord in the process.
"Look, just let me and Cheryl take a nap for about an hour then we'll get up and party again. How does that sound?" Tord offered a compromise in an attempt to calm the enraged-Rebby as he stood up from the couch. He then reached for Cheryl with the intention of helping her to her bedroom when Rebby suddenly grabbed his hand far-too tightly.
"Cheryl stays out here, with me..." Rebby growled, with a protective-glare.
"Ow! What the Hell?! Let go of me!" Tord yelped as he snatched his hand away from hers. Rebby merely laughed in response to his clear-discomfort. Tord was unsure if it were because of the Weed but he began to feel genuinely-terrified Rebby would harm him as he quickly rushed to Cheryl's bedroom to hide.
To Tord's dismay, Cheryl's bedroom-door did not have a lock but he was too tired to stay awake as he practically collapsed onto Cheryl's bed. Once Tord finally had his first hallucination of The Grim Reaper standing at the foot of the bed, he was quick to hide his trembling-frame beneath Cheryl's thick, pastel-pink comforter. Tord was then practically startled out of his skin upon receiving a text-alert from his phone. He quickly scrambled to pull his phone from his pocket, fumbling around with it before finally managing to succeed in viewing his newest text-message.
"Can't wait to finally meet you, in-person, tomorrow!" Read a text from Edd, followed by a smiley-face emoticon. Tord felt his eyes fill with tears as he momentarily-contemplated venting about his current-situation to Edd, via-text.
"Me too!" Tord ended-up sending in response to Edd's text, ultimately deciding to keep-up the fearless, bad-boy facade around Edd. After putting his phone away, Tord began to softly cry, due to how badly he felt until he eventually gave into his exhaustion and finally fell asleep. In the present-day: Long, sharp, jagged claws effortlessly ripped through buildings as if they were nothing-more than paper.
Massive, indigo reptilian-feet crushed any vehicles abandoned within their path as they stomped throughout the streets of London with enough force to leave craters within the long-since, hardened cement. All Tom could focus on in the heat of the moment was the rage burning deep within his chest as he put his gargantuan-fist through one of the nearby-buildings, his newly-acquired, spiky tail smacking through a water-tower in the process. Tom's vision was so blurred by fury and grief, he now felt as if he only had one eye as he released a monstrous-roar. In reality, Tom was hallucinating turning into a literal-monster, due to whatever strange substance Matt injected into his arm, earlier. Tom's attempt at a roar instead, came out as a psychotic-scream, although the half-naked man still managed to do significant-damage to smaller-objects, such as: Fire-hydrants, mailboxes, parking-meters and any parked-vehicles.
Elliot and Eddie both released startled-screams once Tom leapt onto the hood of Bing's approaching-car, loudly bellowing at them. As Eddie struggled to maintain control over the vehicle, Tom stuck his head through the broken, Driver's window to snap at Eddie, several times like a savaged-animal. Tom finally managed to rip a sleeve from Eddie's shirt with his teeth, although a few of them would be yanked out, in the process. During the struggle, Bing's car was sent tumbling down the road before finally crashing into an upside-down position. Despite a few scrapes along with missing-teeth, Tom managed to escape the wreckage, mostly-unscathed as he stood atop of the destroyed-vehicle and began to beat upon his chest with both fists like a gorilla. He let out another roar of a scream before scurrying down the street, on all-fours.
Eddie was the next to crawl from the wreckage as he and Elliot luckily managed to avoid suffering any further-injuries as well.
"Was that Tom?!" Elliot questioned with bewilderment as Eddie helped him out of the wreckage.
"Tom!" Bing called out since he had been chasing after the rampaging-man all-night.
"Bing?" Elliot questioned after Bing stopped just-short of the car-wreck to catch his breath.
"You're okay!" Eddie beamed with excitement.
"Eddie? Elliot? I can't believe you two survived..." Bing breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing two of his friends were still alive.
"Trust me; neither can we..." Elliot agreed as he accepted Eddie's help to stand, still needing to lean against his friend for support since his leg was broken.
"Was that Tom that just made us crash?" Eddie inquired.
"It was...I promised Charlie I would go after him so she could keep Squidge safe...His Mother's at the morgue; his Father's been shot..." Bing recounted, with a sigh of defeat as Eddie and Elliot both gasped in response to the horrible-news.
"Why is he acting like that?" Elliot then had to ask since Tom was indeed, acting bizarre, even if he was mourning.
"I don't know; Matt injected him with some, sort-of drug..." Bing frantically replied, now beginning to panic, slightly.
"Wait! Matt's in on this too?!" Eddie practically gasped before their conversation was interrupted by another war-cry emitting from a distant-Tom.
"Look, we can talk about this later but right-now, we need to find Tom before he seriously hurts himself or someone else..." Bing impatiently instructed.
"We might need a new ride, though..." Eddie noted, out-loud as he pointed to the twisted, smoking clump of metal that remained of what was once Bing's car. In the year, 2006: Tord slept as peacefully as he could in what little comfort his girlfriend's unfamiliar-bed provided, his tears long-since dried upon his cheeks.
"WAKE-UP!" Rebby then decided awaken Tord, rather-rudely by straddling him and violently shaking him.
"Let's keep partying!" Rebby grinned as Tord fearfully stared back up at her.
"Oh, I don't know, Rebby; I just really don't feel good...I have the spins..." Tord timidly explained, now, sincerely feeling threatened by Rebby.
"I have something that will make you feel better!" Rebby beamed before excitedly getting off of Tord to retrieve something. Tord sat up, secretly hoping Rebby would either have food, coffee or an energy-drink. However, he was horrified when she began to use her credit-card to crush a few pills into powder.
"Nope! Noway!" Tord was quick to refuse.
"Come on! Don't be such a baby!" Rebby teased as she offered Tord a straw.
"Listen, we've been drinking, I ate all of this Weed by accident; I just really don't feel comfortable adding a third thing into the mix...What even is that?!" Tord explained his refusal before questioning Rebby about what-exactly she was even crushing into fine-powder.
"Why don't you try it and find out?" Rebby taunted whilst wiggling the straw in front of Tord's face.
"What is it?!" Tord repeated his previous-question, with a stern-tone, since he was now, rightfully-suspicious Rebby was attempting to purposefully make him overdose or even poison him.
"Just try it, you wuss!" Rebby retorted until their conversation was interrupted by Cheryl suddenly kicking the door open.
"What's going-on in here?!" Cheryl demanded, with a huge grin, despite the obvious-aggression in her tone.
"I was just giving our GUEST something to make him feel better, buddy..." Rebby cheerfully replied as she hissed the word: "Guest," through gritted-teeth. However, Tord was relieved Cheryl was seemingly coming to his rescue.
"And you thought it would be a good idea to crush those on my nightstand, friend?" Cheryl kept her grin but narrowed her eyes.
"Where would you rather me crush them, pal? On the bloody floor?!" Rebby passive-aggressively inquired.
"You see? It's interest, really because you see how my nightstand is made out of wood? Well, wood has all of these little nooks and crannies; I just find it interesting you thought it would be smart to crush the pills there instead of on a flat surface, like I don't know: A bloody book!" Cheryl practically shouted at Rebby before slamming a large, thick, hard-cover Encyclopedia about Lynks-Disease onto her nightstand, causing the powder to fly everywhere.
Tord frowned at his girlfriend's apparent-approval of Rebby attempting to force him to take unknown-drugs as Rebby began to maniacally-laugh until Cheryl finally quit the room with an angry-huff.
"You should see how much Porn she has on her computer; it would make you sick..." Rebby then giggled before revealing one of her best-friend's secrets to Tord with the intention of embarrassing Cheryl just as much as Cheryl just embarrassed her.
"Oh, well...I think a lot of people have SOME Porn on their computer...I have three-thousand gigabytes of Hentai on my own computer, back-home..." Tord attempted to defend his girlfriend as he released an awkward-chuckle in a vane-attempt at breaking the tension.
"No, you don't understand: This stuff is so sadistic, it would literally make you sick! It would make your stomach turn! It would make you throw-up!" Rebby further-insisted as Tord mentally attempted to convince himself that all of Rebby and Cheryl's strange behavior was only a trippy-dream.
Once Rebby began crushing a new set of pills, this time on the hardcover of Cheryl's book, Tord took the opportunity to slowly back out of the bedroom whilst his current-tormenter was still distracted before sprinting down the hallway, with the hopes of seeking refuge from Cheryl.
"C-Cheryl?" Tord spoke upon finally managing to locate Cheryl, who was in the process of tidying the living-room.
"Hm? Tord? What's the matter?" Cheryl questioned with genuine-concern upon seeing how hard her boyfriend was trembling.
"Is there any way you can talk to Rebecca? She is really starting to stress me out..." Tord anxiously requested.
"Why? What is she doing?" Cheryl inquired.
"She will not stay out of my face at all; I think she might really be upset that I'm here..." Tord further-explained.
"Ah, she's just taking the piss out of you; you know how she is." Cheryl happily reassured him.
"W-Well, is there any way you can ask her to tone down the jokes? B-Because the way she talks to me really upsets me..." Tord practically begged as he struggled not to cry again. Rebby's behavior genuinely bothered him and the fact that his own girlfriend just brushed it off as nothing-more than a joke made him feel so helpless.
"Tord? Tord, you've had a lot of Weed; perhaps you're just extra-sensitive, right-now..." Cheryl made another poor-attempt at consoling her boyfriend as she placed a hand on his shoulder, oblivious that her words were only making Tord feel worse.
"Y-Yeah, maybe you're right..." Tord reluctantly agreed, albeit only outwardly as he reached up to wipe a forming-tear from his right-eye before it could have the chance to fall.
"Perhaps you just need to get a bit of food in you. Aren't you meeting-up with Edd for breakfast, soon?" Cheryl then suggested before reminding Tord of his plans to spend time with Edd as well, that morning.
"It's almost...Six-O-Clock?! CRAP!" Tord gasped after checking the time on his wrist-watch. He almost forgot about agreeing to meet-up with Edd, Matt and Tom at one of the local-diners, that morning. His hair and clothes were a complete-mess, his head was still pounding as well. The fact he had been crying was also obvious.
"Why don't you go, grab a quick-shower while I have a talk with Rebby for you? Ask her to tone down the pranks? Will that make you feel better?" Cheryl offered in yet-another attempt to cheer Tord up, even if it would only be by a little bit. Tord sniffled before nodding with a small-smile, despite still struggling to hold back tears.
"Good! Now, do try to cheer-up for me, alright?" Cheryl returned the smile once one of her attempts at comforting her boyfriend were finally successful. Tord nodded again before leaving to clean himself up. Tord spent a majority of his time in the shower quietly crying before finally taking the time to wash all of last-night's filth from his hair and body.
Once Tord was finished with his shower, he changed into a black-hoodie with the red, fiery outline of an Oriental-Dragon on the front and a pair of ripped, denim jeans before returning to the living-room, where Cheryl was of course, waiting for him, with Rebby.
"Ready to go, love?" Cheryl asked as Rebby merely glared hateful-daggers at Tord, with a childish-pout. Tord could tell by Rebby's countenance that Cheryl had, indeed spoken to her about her pranks but he genuinely wondered what-exactly was said about him whilst he was in the shower. Tord nodded in response as his anxiety worsened. He grabbed his shoes, now wanting to leave the tension-filled apartment as quickly as possible before heading outside, ahead of the girls. Tord was so desperate to put some distance between himself and Rebby, he went as far as to walk through the snow, in his socks for a few steps as he simultaneously struggled to put on his black-sneakers.
"I'm going to miss you so much!" Cheryl pulled Tord into a tight hug once the three reached their stopping-point: The building, next to the diner where Tord agreed to meet-up with Edd and company.
"I will be back later, tomorrow; I promise..." Tord reassured before sharing another kiss with Cheryl. For a brief-moment, Tord opened his eyes, glancing over at Rebby, when he felt her glaring-eyes on him. Tord pulled away since Rebby once-again, succeeded in making him uncomfortable before turning to leave. Unluckily for Tord, the building, next to the diner was a train-station and at that, particular moment, a train began to pass by at a rapid-speed. Using the speeding-train to her advantage, Rebby roughly shoved Tord towards the tracks once his back was turned. Despite the fact that Rebby grabbed the hood of Tord's hoodie to keep him from falling onto the tracks, Tord still desperately began to flail his arms to attempt to regain his balance, screaming in terror over the train's ear-shattering whistle as the pressure of the massive, speeding vehicle sent several, strong gusts of wind violently whipping through his hair.
Once the train fully passed, Rebby firmly yanked Tord away from the tracks by his hoodie, causing him to fall, flat on his bottom, onto the cold, hard, icy concrete of the snow-plowed sidewalk. Tord was once-again, on the verge of tears, trembling as he could already feel a bruise beginning to form along his inner-thigh. Rebby began to hysterically laugh at Tord's expense as the poor-boy quickly scrambled back up, to his feet to flee from her.
"Ow! What did I do?!" Rebby complained when Cheryl delivered a firm-punch to her shoulder.
"I told you to tone down the pranks! Now, you've gone too far this time!" Cheryl angrily began to scold her friend, fearing Tord would most-likely breakup with her because of this.
"I was just messing with him!" Rebby's retort was the final thing Tord heard before he was too far away from them to continue to be able to hear them. Tord's vision became so blurred with tears, he eventually ran into a streetlamp, hard enough to knock himself down again.
"Tord?! Are you alright?!" A familiar, comforting voice called out to Tord, prompting the Norwegian-man to look up to see Edd rushing to his aid. Tom and Matt remained silent, both of them staring at Tord with a judgmental-mixture between shock as well as concern.
"Y-Yeah..." Tord lied, now beginning to feel embarrassed as he accepted Edd's outstretched-hand.
"Are you sure? You look like you're on the verge of tears..." Edd double-checked as he helped Tord up.
"I'm fine, r-really...It's just my allergies acting-up..." Tord further-reassured, with a sniffle as he frantically wiped his eyes dry of any tears.
"Oh, right...sorry about that; I gave Ringo extra snuggles before I left..." Edd was quick to apologize upon remembering Tord had a slight-allergy to animal-fur.
"It's fine! It's nothing life-threatening! I just have the sniffles is all..." Tord reminded Edd that his allergy really was nothing severe as he forced himself to have a more-cheerful demeanor.
"Nice to finally meet you, Commie..." Tom was the next to greet Tord as he narrowed his eye-sockets at him.
"Um..." Tord sheepishly backed away from the group since Tom was beginning to remind him of Rebby.
"Edd has told us so much about you!" Matt practically squealed as he now, suddenly stood inches away from Tord's face.
"He has?" Tord questioned, feeling his cheeks begin to heat-up as he took a few, more steps, backwards so Matt would no-longer be so close to his face.
"Are you kidding? He won't shut-up about you..." Tom confirmed. If he had eyes, he most-certainly would be rolling them by now.
"Only because Tord's so cool!" Edd practically cheered in agreement.
"Edward, you are embarrassing me..." Tord gave a soft, awkward smile as he ran his hands through his hair a few times to straighten it.
"You two need to get a room..." Tom scoffed before turning his back to them to begin walking towards the diner.
"Hey! I am not a day-hooker!" Edd complained as he, Matt and Tord began to follow Tom.
"What?! I said I'm not one, prude!" Edd then proceeded to present his middle-finger to a woman who glared at him, due to having her small-child with her, in the presence of his foul-language. As the group made their way towards the diner, Tord began to ponder the previous-events of the night-before, silently hoping everything would make sense after he got something to eat.