BLUE HOODIE.

            How charming was it to see Tom act so appalled about his new brands gave the cold leader a warmth that would surge throughout his body. Oh if only he had a camera so he could just record this whole scenario and watch it over, and OVER again. But alas it would just remain in both of their memories for a long time. As he finished up the savory cigar, he would lift set it down in the tray. Shiny red fingers began to drum against the wooden desk he resided at.

       His grey eye would actually show some amusement at the question Thomas asked. It was so adorable how this new and approved Tom cared so greatly for his leader, while the OLD and more repulsive Tom would only ask that if he had engulfed two or more bottles of Smirnoff. As an amused chuckle left his mouth, the man known to only show h o s t i l e emotions was actually giving off a more friendly smile. Like he was actually going to treat you as an EQUAL instead of the lowly piece of scum that he was. Though it is said that even if someone has a smile on the outside, they could be screaming on the inside              “ Why Thomas, I can’t believe you have noticed my sour mood. You are such a considerate man, I simply adore. But no everything is NOT well with me. You see I am trying to get that Cola Ban underway, but seem like people don’t want to agree. Do you have any suggestions as to how we can make it go our way ?? My ears are open for idea. ” 

SILENCE           RAN              DEEP                 in the room again, the man still trying desperately to ignore the annoying pain that would now distract him for next hour. He managed to keep a neutral expression, listening to his leader speak. For someone who was in a bitter mood, he was very good at hiding his real emotions. Then again, this was war. A place where if true emotions weren’t needed. The Cola Ban. It was pretty self explanatory; the banning of cola.  Thomas knew not to question his leader’s actions, that he knew too well not to do. And this Cola Ban, well he didn’t quite understand the need for it, it didn’t affect him in any way but still. Why cola out of anything else       ?        For his own sake, he simply went along with whatever orders his leader made. Nodding in agreement and do what he’s told to do at all times. Gaze falls to the ground, as if actually trying to think of a solution. He would then glance back up at his leader, giving a light shake of the head. 

            Watch him tremble, hearing the noises of AGONY come forth his prized punching bag, and seeing the salted water drip down from the headset would only trigger his more malevolent — more sadistic side. But Red Leader was a man of his word and he released the firm hold on Tom’s shoulder and then the burning ash. Can’t have your soldier’s know that you can be a lying snake at times.

        He was proud — he was damn well satisfied at how he could control Thomas like this and he was powerless to do so. For though he may claim to be a savior, he was more like the DEVIL. Giving people gifts, but in return they almost had to sell their soul to the mad king of this broken world that was piled with a s h. With a malevolent grin present he would place the Cuban in his mouth to savor the taste.               “ Stand up straight Thomas. ” He would then give him a soft pat on the check, his thumb wiping away the tear on his cheek. “ I do not run an a r m y of animals. ” The tall leader would walk back to his desk, making his way back down to his THRONE where he would sit and stare back at Tom. His rage had been sufficed — for now, so he’ll try to hold a conversation. Though he could not remember what Tom had asked of him. Oh well, it’s easy to ignore those who belong UNDER your boot.          “ Go on you are able to speak now — what is it you ask before you disobeyed me ?? Do not worry you won’t get in trouble. ” 

YES          HE          WAS             frozen in the moment; too scared to even breathe ------he was holding his it till his king had sat on his throne. It would seem he was in the clear for now. And suddenly he finds himself gasping for air, a shaky hand meeting with the burnt marks that would remain there for years to come. Maybe even after death. Then there was the stiffened pain in his shoulder, it will take a while before that heals up. But he’s lucky his Leader didn’t break it. That would have been a whole different story.

When his breathing had become normal again, and the pain was easy to bare through, he would do as told; straighten his posture. There was still that uneasy feeling that anything he could say or do would trigger his Leader, which meant he’d just have to be CAREFUL with his words. God knows how long he would have kept going if he hadn’t done what he was told. Over the years, he had learned. It were slip ups like these that reminded him where his place was, and who he was supposed to be and how is supposed to act. So in a way, these little moments of torment are GOOD for him. 

With his rhythmic breathing back on it’s pace, hands were brought to his sides, at an effort to IGNORE the stinging pain that was left behind. There’s an exasperated sigh, staring back at his Leader with that same expression he wore when had originally asked the question minutes ago. It takes him a second to REMEMBER what exactly it was, opening his mouth to speak only to shut it again. ------------Oh OF COURSE.

            Watching his pain, his struggle to hold in the screams of pain were amusing to his sick mind. Such a sight was such an addiction to the Leader that it was on the verge to be considered EROTIC by him. Just watching someone he despised squirm under his c o l d, metal fingertips was always a perk in being the ruler of this despair ridden world he created with his army. With the army he managed to raise up from the ground, the army that Tom k i l l e d for.         Lifting the cigar from the burning flesh, his mouth took in the sent as a growl left his throat. If his soldier who resided in BLUE thought that this was over, he was surely mistaken. The strength in the robotic flesh only increased as the fingers d i g deeper into his shoulder as his eye only narrowed. Not enough to cause a break, but it will leave a nasty bruise once he was finished punishing this MISBEHAVED dog of war. 

            “ No sir you are not what ?? Speak up Thomas — you know my hearing in right ear has gone bad because of what you did. ” The free hand that held a firm grip on the still hot cigar placed it BACK down to flesh. Planning to leave another mark on his once smooth neck. Applying more pressure on this wound than the one before it. How i r o n i c considering this was the form of punishment he received from the people he unfortunately called his parents when he “ misbehaved ”.          How he still had the marks on his wrist and back even though it happened back when he was a little boy. Just the thoughts of the PAIN he endured just for being born into this s h i t world caused him to grind his teeth and spit out another growl to form in his mouth. Disgusted by what they did to him the only joy he got from them was when he pulled the trigger on his OWN father and saw his mother weep tears at the funeral that were similar to the ones he spilt when he was beaten for simply asking for some sort of love. But alas he can’t change the past — yet, he was still working on it.             “ You only did this to yourself. You deserve EVERY bit of pain I am giving you. This is your payment for me saving you — for giving you back your sight and giving you a new better life. Say your thanks l o u d and proudly and I will stop. ” 

DOES        IT        EVER           end         ?        Will he ever feel the sweet embrace of DEATH hugging him when he’s at his lowest point        ?         Relief last momentarily, not a moment too soon did he feel that same familiar burning stick place right back onto his skin. Body beginning to tremble, a shrill cry is finally peeked on contact with the added pressure of the cigar. Legs trembling and hands clenched desperately to his own fabric, groans of agony was all that could be heard from the blue man. Even through the TORTURE he was enduring, he still managed to catch each and every word his Leader SPAT at him. 

He could hardly manage to find the voice inside him to speak without it coming out as an objected PROTEST, but he knew this would drag on longer. The more time he spent focusing on the pain being pressured into his neck, the more it will remain.       ❝     I am NOT A CORPSE      !      ❞        It came out as a scream, but surely he got his point across, speaking loudly was the only state he was to be in right now. With both burning flesh on the neck, bruising flesh on the shoulder. It was the only things he could FOCUS on. Just make it stop. Stop the torment already and blow his brains out. But he knew. In the eyes of Red Leader, death would be a forgiving nature of MERCY.

Ironic how the man complete nothingness in his sockets, but see and cry like any other human. Now all he can do is CRY. He was complete blind without the headset HE had invented for him. So of course, even in a time where he wishes DEATH to come upon him, Tom knows he’s in the WRONG. Red Leader didn’t have to do anything for him. But for some reason, he kept him around. A L I V E. He gave back his SIGHT, let him LIVE, and has done so much more. Tom knows he deserves this. Which is why there’s NO POINT in fighting back. 

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            “ Hva ?? ” Grey-blue eyes looked up when he heard his name being called, and hand being waved in front of his face. Blinking, Tord tried to PROCESS the words coming out of his mouth while also taking in the drawing. It was hard for the boy who dressed in a r o b o t hoodie, for this was all new for him. A new school, new home, new friends, and new LANGUAGE to learn — it was just a lot to take in all at once. But he was still gaining an education from everyone who was willing to teach him. As small hands pointed to the drawing he would try to repeat what Tom just told him.        “ Mom — Tom — og dad ?? ” Weird he had never seen parents that looked like a big black ball, and a small tree. 

         A         SIMPLE        NOD         of approval would indicate that Tord was pronouncing the words CORRECTLY, followed by a thumbs up. His arm clung tightly to his TEDDY, looking back over at what he believed to be a masterpiece of a drawing. CHARISMA laminating off the boy, he brings himself closer to the other boy. Sitting right next to him, knee touching knee. While he knew Tord was still new to this school, it was hard to actually be able to COMMUNICATE with him. Of course the boy wanted to be his friend, it would just take some time for him to get used to.... EVERYTHING. Attention is drawn to Tord’s paper, a tiny finger lightly hovering over his friend’s masterpiece.

Just a quick little thing I’d like to say about Tom. I hate him. And yeah I know he’s supposed to be Edd’s friend and shit but like the events that happened in t/he en///d didn’t nee to happen if Tom hadn’t been a selfish prick and A) sold the couch . B) flipped the fuck out on t///ord . and C) completely decided to move out of the house because he was feeling attacked by red hoodie’s presence. 

I really just hate that people in the fandom constantly defend Tom and how he was in the right to come back and shoot tor///d down and all but like. People forget he’s just a big asshole as everyone else in the show. 

k that’s just my opinion.