Tords Reference Sheet Story Included!

Tord’s Reference Sheet ➹Story Included!➹

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Personally ⭐️ —————- —Clever —Quiet —Thoughtful —Can get trigger-happy at times —Cautious —————- Birthday🎁 September 5th —————————————————- Story…💎 —————————————————- Tw - Mention of death ———-💎———- A harpoon ripped through the tough metal of the giant red robot, tearing a small piece of Tord’s hoodie off as he looked at it, eyes widened. “N-no…” everything seemed to slow down, the last thing he heard was a explosion as loud as a nearby cannon before it all went black. A quick flash of light sped passed Tord as he opened his eyes. dazed for a second before the feeling of burning blazed his left side, he was covered in the remains of his once giant robot, Tord struggled trying to push through the rubble of bits and pieces of the red machine before revealing the hill everything landed on. far across from it was the now blown up house he and his friends once lived in. the Norwegian stared out at it as he tried to get up before grabbing his horribly burned arm in pain, he was disorientated and too busy crying to hear a car pull up behind him. it was two of his “soldiers” Paul and Patrick. “Sir!” Paul yelled, quickly getting bandages then running over to the distraught horned man. “D-don’t-!” Tord yelped weakly right after because of his left side, not even able to finish his sentence. Paul started wrapping Tord’s arm much to Tord’s horror as Patrick was salvaging anything he could find inside and outside the robots head. Paul soon finished bandaging most of Tord’s left side though leaving some of it viewable, his newly blinded eye peaking through the already pink and red bandages. Patrick came over after giving Paul some of the salvageable parts and was about to help Tord up before he spoke. “Don’t…I w-want to stay for a while…” Tord said hoarsely, his accent deepen with sorrowfulness. “Of-of course Sir.” Patrick stepped back from Tord who slowly crossed his legs, whining quietly before sighing, staring off at the ashes that was once his friends house. A couple of minutes passed before Patrick walked over to Tord, still sitting on the cool grass that had drops of scarlet drying slowly. “It’s time to go now Sir. we must check you’re wounds to make sure they don’t get infected.” Patrick spoke calmly. Tord said nothing stumbling up before Patrick grabbed onto his good arm so he doesn’t fall over, bringing him to the small red cab he and Paul came in, Patrick helped Tord into the back seat as he climbed in the passengers, the car started and drove off silently as the wind blew dolefully. Tord groaned and woke up in one of the army’s infirmary’s, while not hurting constantly, his left side burned whenever something so much as taped it. Tord looked to his right and saw Paul smiling at him. “You’re finally up Sir! you fell asleep in the car and Patrick had to carry you in.” he chuckled “Everything seems to be fine…except one thing.” Paul’s grin flattened. “You’re left arm is to damaged to be able to heal on it’s own.” Tord sighed, he wasn’t surprised, his arm was in terrible condition and would never in a million years go back to the way it was. “But…” Paul began again. “I had a idea! when Patrick was handing me some parts of the robot there was this thing in there too!” Paul held up a small red robotic arm with a blue circle in the middle about the same size as his own that was inside the cockpit of the giant robot he had built. Tord’s eyes widened with fear when he saw the robotic limb and shrieked. “No! nonononoNO! get that a-away from me! I-I don’t want it anywhere near m-me!” Tord shakily got up and ran sideways, not noticing the pain that blazed his left side from the sudden movements, he ran through the infirmary door and banged into a couple of walls before falling on the floor, crying. Paul cought up to the teary mess, trying to calm him down. “O-okay nevermind uh…we can find a different way to fix you’re arm then…” Paul said quietly then said something under his breath. “This is going to be a long healing process…” picking up the distraught 5’9 Leader of the army and started walking back to the infirmary. ——————11 Weeks Later—————— Tord got dropped off by small red cab and sat somberly at the site “The Giant Robot Incident” took place. his still bandaged arm gripped with his none scarred hand. Tord stared out at the rubble that once was a house, tears threatening to fall out of his red eye, slightly darkened from grief. his arm brushed over his bandaged side before speaking. “They didn’t deserve this…Matt…T-Tom…even that…c-clone…” Tord mumbled sadly before shaking himself out. he looked to his side at a tall tree starting to bloom, that is where he had buried the closest person he had ever known. Edd Soulver. ——————5 Years Prior—————— Tord forced the hospital window open and climbed into the room, running over to Edd who was unmoving. Tord was panicking, trying his hardest to shake the tall lad awake, crying out his name not caring if he woke up any of the other patients of the hospital. but it was no use. Edd still didn’t move, Tord broke down hugging the body of his best friend, he struggled to pick him up, Edd was much taller then Tord so he had to almost cradling him, wrapping his arms around his body and carrying him out of his room. he had been secretly giving Edd gifts to lift his spirits, about 2 month before now. Tord walked quietly mumbling to himself as tears streamed down his face, he ended up on a hill with nothing but a lonely tree shielding the grass from the heat of the sun. Tord gently put Edd down under it before looking for a shovel, he quickly grabbed one from a shed further down the hill and started digging a hole for Edd to rest in. After covering the green man in dirt he stared at the small hill of earth, tears still falling from his eyes, as he was turning around he tripped on his own feet and hit his chin on the handle of the shovel, breaking skin, Tord flinched and groaned, he was to distraught over Edd that he couldn’t bring himself to make a noise of pain. he got up slowly and gazed out at his friends house. it was beige and red with a relatively new second story attachment on top, they must of done that after Tord had left. then something caught his attention, he saw another man in green. same fluffy brown hair, same khaki pants and the same green hoodie, Tord’s eyes widened at the man and watched him carefully. the man rang the doorbell then turned his head, revealing the same two toned eyes as the man Tord had just buried. one brown and one green. soon a man with ginger hair and a purple hoodie answered the door his name was Matt and instantly brought the clone in for a hug, Tord couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other but he didn’t care, he stared at them before slowly turning back to the hill of dirt where the Edd he knew lays, something in Tord snapped making him smile evilly before throwing the shovel off the cliff and walking to Edd. keeling down at the pile of soil.

“You’ve done so much for me Edd. I cannot let a clone replace that. I won’t be fooled by him. i won’t be fooled by the others. they must all be clones. all of them! I can stop them. I’ll be the savior I’ll make this world better for us I’ll be…unstoppable.” Tord chuckled as he got up, wiping away the blood that seeped out of his chin, Tord turned back around to the house grinning. “Just you wait old friends.” Tord laughed maniacally before running further down the mountain, heading for a nearby army base where Tord had been helping with supplies while he was gone. planning to lead it in order to put his plans into action. ——————Present Day—————— Tord blinked at the tree, tears finally being able to fall as Tord sniffed and looked back at the wreck. the once beige and red house was nothing but ashes and rubble, barely recognizable as anything but that. Tord sighed and looked at something in blue seemingly looking at the wreak too, Tord couldn’t make out what it was but it had to of been a person, brown hair, blue clothing and something gray in their hand, Tord then looked down at the drop off and closing his eye, feeling the warm wind blowing his hair horns around gently. all of a sudden he heard a faint throat clearing before a young sounding voice spoke up. “Hello there!-“ 𖧧Tord & Eddsworld Belongs to Edd Gould𖧧

Tords Reference Sheet Story Included!

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