TWs: Nightmare (the only major one)
All he saw was red. All he heard were voices. It was tight, with barely enough room to move around. There was yelling, then an explosion. Multiple explosions. He tried to kill someone. He did kill someone. He was trying to get out scott-free with his invention. He moved his arm just in time for a harpoon to go straight through the metal and into his control panel.
This was a time to panic. The robot was malfunctioning all because of a measly harpoon. Systems were shutting down, and it felt like the metal was crushing around him. Instead, it blew up in his face. He blacked out for a minute.
Everything hurt, and his body felt like it was on fire. He still smelled the smoke when he woke up again. He couldn't feel his arm or a part of his face. It was all dead.
It felt like he was dead.
Tord woke up with a gasp. His chest heaving as he glanced around the room. He let out a few breaths to calm himself.
He slowly got out of bed to get a glass of water. He tiptoed to the kitchen, stopping as he saw another person.
"Pau...?" Tord whispered. The taller was on his phone, looking as if provoked by something that was on his phone.
Pau was startled by Tord's sudden presence, turning around and quickly putting his phone in his pocket, "Kid, what are you doing up?"
"Uhm... couldn't sleep." Tord lied, "You?"
"Same." Pau crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter.
Tord went by him to get a glass from the cabinet, "Makes me wish to have Pat's ability to sleep through anything."
Pau chuckled softly, "Having Pat's ability to sleep through an entire fleet of Black Army soldiers fighting the Red Army? No thanks."
The ex-leader smirked as he used his left hand to grab a glass, turn on the faucet, and carefully pour some water in, "That alarm couldn't even wake him up."
"He wakes up when he wants to," Pau said.
"Which is never when I need him." Tord pouted as he carefully sipped from the glass of water.
"If you want to complain about his sleep schedule, go ahead." The ruffled brunette challenged.
"Uh- no thanks." Tord grimaced, "I'd rather keep my limbs intact."
Pau glanced at where his robot arm would go, quirking an eyebrow.
"You know what I mean." The light brunette muttered.
"Mhm." The taller hummed as he ruffled Tord's hair, making him swat at his hand, "Still feel tired?"
"Not really." Tord smiled a bit.
Pau was silent for a moment, glancing around the room, "We could watch TV until we pass out."
The Norsk's eyes widened, "Ja, takk!"
Pau chuckled as Tord nearly tackled him in excitement, "Oké, oké. Come on."
'What's that noise...?' Pat groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He glanced over to the other side of the bed, noticing that Pau wasn't there, 'Huh, he never gets up before me...'
Pat felt the pillow, immediately feeling the coolness of the fabric.
'Pau didn't sleep here last night.' Pat realized, getting out of bed. As soon as he walked down the hall and to the living room, he noted that the TV was on.
Walking around the couch to turn it off, he saw two people curled up on the floor.
He sighed in relief when he realized it was Pau and Tord, then realized it was a perfect opportunity for blackmail material, seeing as Pau was coddling Tord like a baby.
The brunette quickly left to get his phone to take a picture of the duo.
After doing that, Pat decided to leave them there and instead make breakfast. He decided on eggs, scones, and bacon: extra bacon for Tord.
Tord woke up to the smell of bacon hitting a pan. He smiled tiredly as he slowly sat up, unwinding himself from Pau's arms. Wouldn't be the first time he woke up in a protective bracing from Pau.
The shorter practically waltzed to the kitchen at the smell of bacon, "I smell bacon."
Pat jolted out of his daze, then rolled his eyes at Tord, "I just put it in the pan, bloodhound. Calm down."
Tord pouted, resting his head on the counter.
"Why don't you put your arm on? I bet it'll be done by then." Pat said.
"Fine..." The light brunette huffed as he trudged off to his room.
By the time he was done putting it on, Pau had woken up and was standing in the kitchen with a flushed face.
"What's with you?" Tord asked.
"Nothing." Pau crossed his arms as he noticed Pat's tiny smirk.
"Okay..." Tord walked to the dining table.
The taller glared at Pat, "Delete it."
"Nope." Pat smiled.
"Why not?" Pau shuffled a bit.
"Well, for one, blackmail." Pau rolled his eyes at that. "And two," Pat turned to Pau, "It's adorable."
"More like embarrassing." The ruffled brunette frowned as he walked over to the table. Pat watched him go over next to Tord, then sighed as he began plating.
"So, what did I miss?" Tord asked as Pau sat down beside him.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Pau shrugged it off.
The shorter felt left out of something but opted to ignore it for now.
Tord was hanging out in his room, looking for upgrades for his robot arm, when he got a text from Matt.
Matt: we're going to the arcade
Matt: wanna join?
The Norsk questioned why on Earth Edd and Tom would allow him to come with, given what happened at game night a few nights ago.
Tord: uh Edd and Tom literally hate me
Tord: why would I come with
Matt: I convinced them to let you come
Matt: and let me say
Matt: IT WAS NOT EASY
Matt: so you owe me
Matt: BIG TIME
After a few moments of Tord contemplating, Matt sent another text.
Matt: please say yes or I will force you to watch My Little Pony
As soon as he sent that, Tord's text was instant.
Tord: yes
Matt: YAY
Matt: meet at Edd's flat in 5
Tord: k
As soon as that conversation was over, Tord had the sudden urge to facepalm. More awkwardness ensues for him.
'Noen dreper meg...' Tord thought as he sighed and texted Pau.
Tord: hey gonna show up at your workspace
Pau: okay
Pau: getting rid of all the flammable and sharp things now
Tord: I'm not that bad
Pau: bet
Tord quirked an eyebrow at his use of the slang term.
Tord: where'd you learn that word
Pau: work
Pau: most of the employees are 'hip' young adults
Tord: makes sense
Tord: cya there
Pau: if i lose my job it'll be on you
Tord: i know
Tord: chill
The Norsk chuckled lightly as he put his phone away, getting ready to meet the others.
'Alright, I got this.' He thought as he pocketed his hearing aids like last time. He closed the door of the flat, locking it behind, 'I hope...'
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Norwegian =
Ja, takk - Yes, please
Noen dreper meg - Someone kill me
Dutch =
Oké - Okay
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