"Oh, wow!" Rebby coughed and gagged at the overwhelming stench of decaying flesh as she entered the old SheezyArt Headquarters with Cheryl by her side. Tord had raided London's History Museum of all of its historical, torture devices of which he had put to good use on the friends, family-members and even pets of the animators of whom had refused to cooperate with his demands to keep Eddsworld spinning. Naturally, the emaciated bodies of a few of the animators of whom still refused to cooperate littered the decrepit building's floor as a strong indication that they had failed to meet their deadlines one-too-many times. Tord's favorite instrument of torture seemed to be the stretching-wrack since a majority of the bodies were piled around it, the body of Ricky even still strapped into it in spite of nearly becoming completely skeletal at this point.
"Oo! La-la..." Cheryl purred in arousal as she fantasized her attractive-ex strapping her onto that stretching-wrack.
"We should split up! I'm going to go look for Tord!" Cheryl announced before eagerly rushing off into the darkness of the almost abandoned building.
"Wait what? Cheryl!" Rebby gasped only to grunt in frustration upon realizing that Cheryl was already gone, especially since she knew of the fact that Cheryl still had feelings for her sick, twisted ex. Rebby ignored her feelings of irritation in order to begin freeing the animators.
"Rebby?! What are you doing here?!" Paul gasped upon recognizing Rebby from his own SheezyArt days. After all, Rebby did use to post a lot of pictures of herself.
"Setting you free!" Rebby replied as she began to pick the locks on Paul's chains. He was the last of the animators left for her to set free. The other animators have long-since fled from their makeshift-prison.
"No! Stop! Tord is going to be so angry!" Paul began to panic as images of Patryk's lifeless eyes flashed through his mind.
"Cheryl and I will handle Tord; just get out of here!" Rebby instructed once she had successfully freed Paul. Both Paul and Rebby remained unaware of the fact that the corpses that where in the room with them were beginning to slowly rise up from the floor.
"No! You need to go before that maniac finds out you're here! Now!" Paul argued. It was then they took notice of the new zombie-bots that were now beginning to close in on them.
"Come on!" Rebby grabbed ahold of Paul's arm and managed to pull him from his chair with ease since he was malnourished. She attempted to make a break for the exit with Paul in toe but they were quickly stopped by the zombie-bots surrounding them. Paul and Rebby screamed with horror as the moaning-corpses slowly began to close in on them. Meanwhile, Cheryl was exploring the upper-level of the abandoned building in search of Tord.
"Tord?! Are you up here, love?!" Cheryl called out to her ex with the hopes that they could reconnect. She assumed that all Tord needed to stop his reign of terror was love, after all. The brunette froze upon hearing a deep growl emerging from the darkness in response.
"It's me, Cheryl! Your old flame!" Cheryl announced with a flirtatious smirk.
"I remember..." Tord coldly responded as he stepped out of the shadows with his Kalashnikov swung over his shoulders. On the barrel of the Rifle hung his old, tattered, red hoodie. Cheryl jumped once her eyes met with Tord's as she quickly averted her gaze to the floor.
"T-Tord...How you doin'?" She then began to flirt with him in spite of being unable to look at him.
"Cheryl?" Tord's deep, gruff voice was enough to send a chill down Cheryl's spine.
"T-Tord?" Cheryl questioned as she began to feel aroused in spite of her fear.
"Do you still find me beautiful?" Tord asked her with an empty tone.
"Of course I do, love! I just love your new look! The hair! The outfit! The muscles!" Cheryl reassured even though she kept her head down.
"Then why won't you look at me?" Tord growled, causing Cheryl to frown.
"Look...at...me..." Tord demanded as he leaned in a bit closer to Cheryl's face, his hot, moist breath against her skin provoking her to blush.
"Last chance to look at me, Cheryl..." Tord warned as he this time, shoved the barrel of his Kalashnikov into her nose. The pressure of the cold, hard object, alone was enough to startle Cheryl into looking up. She soon froze with fear as her eyes became locked within Tord's hypnotic gaze.
"Those eyes...After all this time, I still get lost in them..." Cheryl continued to flirt with death itself as she offered Tord a smirk.
"They will be the last thing you ever see..." Tord cocked his gun before once again shoving the barrel into Cheryl's face.
"W-Whoa, T-Tord...Y-Y-You couldn't shoot your little Cher-Bear, could you, love? Just remember all the good times we had together..." Cheryl begged as she held her hands up as a weak form of self-defense.
"Which ones? The ones where you cheated on me with many and even tried to flirt with my own best-friend?" Tord questioned as he remembered the night that Edd had emailed him the screenshots of the evidence. That was the night that Tord had finally been pushed into attempting to take his own life by sticking a fork into an outlet. He would survive thanks to his siblings finding him in time but he would be left with a permanent, burn scar that roughly resembled the shape of an Oriental-Dragon along his right-arm. A scar that Gary would later pay to have covered up by Tord's dragon tattoo.
Tord remembered how angry he had been once he had awoken in The Hospital to find that he was still alive. Although Gary and Leila would continue to encourage Tord to keep living during his stay in the Psychiatric-Ward. They had of course been the ones to commit him in the first place in order to prevent him from harming himself further. Little did they know that Tord's soul had died that day even though his body was still alive.
"I warned you not to hurt me again, Cheryl...Now I am going to show you what it feels like to hurt..." Tord threatened with a deep growl.
"Tord...I know I broke your heart but what's broken can be mended..." Cheryl offered as she gently pushed the barrel of Tord's Kalashnikov down with her index-finger. She then leaned in to boldly kiss Tord on his still-soft lips. Tord closed his eyes as he slowly began to kiss back, trying with every ounce of strength he had to feel something for Cheryl, anything at all. As hard as he tried, all Tord was able to feel for Cheryl was cold, bitter hatred.
As Cheryl snaked her disgusting, filthy tongue into Tord's mouth she suddenly pulled away, screaming at the pain that suddenly filled her mouth. Cheryl's screams soon became garbled as blood began to pour from her mouth. As Tord watched, he allowed Cheryl's severed-tongue to fall from his own mouth with a small splat upon the concrete floor. Cheryl wailed in agony as she backed away from Tord with horror, ultimately tripping over a loose pipe and splitting the back of her head open on the hard, concrete floor. Her screams ceased but Cheryl's body continued to twitch as blood pooled beneath her head, her legs violently kicking as if she were attempting to run away. Tord watched her with fascination as he silently wondered if she were even still alive.
Arousal began to fill Tord as he waited to see how long Cheryl's body would continue to twitch, gradually beginning to feel a high as he did so. When Cheryl's body had finally stopped twitching, Tord removed one of the hunting-daggers from one of the holsters of his bullet-proof vest before beginning to violently stab Cheryl in order to assure her death. Tord released a soft moan at his final stab, feeling more pleasure than he had ever felt in bed with Cheryl. Meanwhile, Eddie had just. arrived at the storm-shelter that was closest to London's main airport. Thanks to Bing's skills, Eddie was able to find out that Tord's Father and Grandmother had managed to survive Tord's attack on Oslo. Eddie was also able to find out that they had flown out to London shortly after the Oslo attack in the short-lived hopes of protecting themselves from Tord.
In his hand, Eddie clutched Katya's Pistol with a look of determination upon his countenance. Despite the fact that he had initially promised Tom, Bing and Elliot that he would not do so, Eddie planned on getting revenge for his fallen-son. Eddie entered the shelter and with Bing's notes, he was able to correctly identify Tord's Grandmother.
"Harpoons...Harpoons...They're better than spoons..." The elderly women softly sang to herself as she sat in a small, metal chair that was facing the wall.
"Mrs. Welhaven?" Eddie questioned just to be sure as his finger snaked around the Pistol's trigger. The elderly women turned to look at him before pointing up at the ceiling.
"Look at that light...Don't ever put that light out...or that one, there...I don't use that light!" The woman insisted as Eddie hesitated with his initial plan due to sheer confusion.
"If it is my son you are looking for, you will not find him here..." A man with dark-brown hair, a mustache and glasses spoke up from behind Eddie, causing him to flinch.
"I haven't seen any of my children in a long time..." The man of whom Eddie recognized to be Tord's Father took a seat in a nearby chair before burying his face into his cupped hands with a sigh of defeat.
"I suppose all of this is my fault...I was too hard on them...Especially my youngest...After his suicide-attempt, I told him to man up...A month later, all three of my children disappear and now, this...
I am a failure as a father...I brought doom upon us all..." Tord's Father gently began to weep over his past mistakes as Eddy began to rethink his initial plans for revenge out of guilt. At this point, Eddie also came to the realization that Tord most likely would not care if anything happened to his Father or Grandmother, especially since he had initially tried to kill them, himself in the first place. More guilt began to fill Eddie at the realization that killing someone in Tord's family truly would have made him no better than Tord.
"Come closer, boy..." Tord's Grandmother instructed in spite of the fact that she was once again facing the wall. She did not even bother to look over at Eddie as he obeyed her request.
"That thing out there attacking Europe...is not my Grandson...It is an evil thing; I saw it in his eyes...I thought I had killed it a long time ago but it came back...The first time I ever saw this evil...was in the eyes of my husband..." Tord's Grandmother began to tell her story to Eddie as she remembered the day she first met Tord The First. She had first met him on the street-corner where she had been the first to purchase one of his paintings.
"He use to be such a sweet man..." Tord's Grandmother explained as she reminisced of their first date being a simple picnic in the park.
"He always knew how to make me smile..." She continued, a smile slowly forming over her wrinkled lips at the memory of her now-deceased husband painting a portrait of her whilst she posed for him.
"He changed for the worst the day he met The General..." Tord's Grandmother began to tense up upon revealing this information.
"I don't know if it was years of abuse finally taking its toll on him, going mad with power once it was given to him or even a mixture of both but he would go on to kill many...of his own people...Norway would go on to lose The War because Tord The First would turn his attacks on his own armies..." Tord's Grandmother recounted the events of The War as she could still hear her husband's insane cackling mixed in with the explosions from his Tank and the screams of many deaths.
"When The General was killed, our family was forced to flee our Home-Country to our secret hideout..." Tord's Grandmother was of course referring to their hidden vacation-home in Madagascar.
"I was hoping we could finally be a normal, happy family but my husband had other ideas..." Tord's Grandmother then lamented as she remembered entering the vacation-home's hidden-room only to find her husband staring at blueprints for a giant robot.
"I have a vision for the perfect World but they're all too stupid to see it..." Tord The First complained upon becoming aware of his wife's presence.
"Darling? I am truly worried about you...We are all worried about you...Think of me, our son, our grandchildren..." His wife begged him, on the verge of tears as her voice trembled with fear of her own husband.
"I am...I want them to grow up in a good World..." Tord The First explained, his back still turned to his wife as he focused on his plans for World Domination.
"The skulls of your enemies decorate our walls! Is that even legal?!" His wife pointed out with a glare of disapproval.
"No...So if anything ever happens to me, be very careful of how you dispose of those..." Tord The First warned his wife before showing off his plans to her.
"He had barrels of Propylene stored in the attic...He planned to drop all of them on Europe to..." Tord's Grandmother paused her story.
"Burn them all!" She remembered her husband cheering as he turned his back to her once again in order to focus on his plans.
"All of his enemies, all who were loyal to him, men, women and children...I knew he needed to be stopped..." She then recalled grabbing one of the decorative harpoons that hung on the wall beside her and stabbing her own husband through the heart from behind. Her husband gasped from the surprise of the sudden pain as he soon began to choke on his own blood, his wife already in tears as she dropped to her knees to catch him before he could fall to the ground.
"Tord..." His wife sobbed as she began to weep over his dying form.
"At first, he looked so shocked as if he couldn't believe his life was ending this way but then...he smiled as if welcoming death..." She finished her story as she remembered holding her husband close until he took his last breath only laying his body to rest once it had gone completely cold.
"Junior! We have to go!" She then remembered calling out to her son as she rushed downstairs. The family would return to Oslo shortly after, led to believe a lie that Tord The First was captured and killed by enemy forces after attempting to restart a War on his own.
"When my Grandson slaughtered an entire building of "Social-Justice Warriors," nobody could blame him; they were evil people...When he poisoned all of those tabloids, nobody could blame him; they were evil people...Everywhere he goes, evil people die and we cheer him for it...The more we cheer him for it, the more powerful he becomes and certain that he is good and right...It's a terrible thing I'm asking but duty is the death of love..." Tord's Grandmother elaborated to Eddie that her Grandson would need to be killed for the bloodshed to end before heading outside to smoke a cigar.
Whilst Eddie remained inside to speak with Tord's Father in the hopes of gaining some useful information about how to find Tord, the ghostly apparition of Tord The First's face appeared just inches away from the face of Tord's Grandmother, just barely illuminated by the dim light of dawn. A wicked grin spread over his countenance as his wife began to scream in horror at the mere sight of him.
"Mama!" Tord's Father cried out in alarm as he and Eddie rushed to the aid of Tord's Grandmother. Tord's Grandmother had fallen to the ground and seemed to be struggling to breathe.
"Oh, my..." Eddie gasped in horror upon noticing the imprint of skeletal fingers beneath the skin of Tord's Grandmother's neck, choking her to death. As Tord's Grandmother took her last breath, the skin of her neck returned to normal as a five-lined skink crawled out of her gaping-mouth. Meanwhile, Tord had strapped Rebby into the infamous stretching-wrack as two of the zombie-bots restrained Paul.
"Leave her alone, Tord!" Paul begged as he struggled in vain against the robots' firm grasps.
"Just who do you think you are?!" Rebby demanded only to cry out in agony when Tord began to stretch her on the wrack until her arms and legs were pulled from their sockets.
"I am the one who cannot speak English, remember?" Tord taunted in Norwegian as he continued to stretch Rebby until her flesh began to tear.
"TORD! STOP IT! Do you remember what you said to me the day you killed Patryk?!" Paul shouted as he continued to struggle against the zombie-bots.
"The only reason he is dead and you are not is because I still have use for you..." Paul remembered Tord whispering this into his ear as he forced him to stare into the cold, dead eyes of Patryk's corpse.
"I won't let you hurt anyone else! If you kill her, I will never animate for you again!" Paul threatened since he had nothing left to lose. Emotionlessly, Tord pulled a hunting-dagger from his vest and violently began to stab Rebby in the throat with it.
"No..." Paul sobbed softly as Tord made it very clear that Paul was no longer useful to him. Therefor, there was no reason for Tord to keep Paul alive for long either.