-Red Pathway- Tordtom (eddsworld)

Experimental subject 😊

I might be nice and add the translation at the end, might... possibly depends.
(This is me from 6/6/23, I HAVE'NT BEEN ACTIVE FOR AGES AND WHEN I DO MY BOOK AS 1.0K READS 😰)
( Tords POV: )

"What..?" *click, pop!*
"Goodnight tommy..."

It was a quick method I put together to get people to sleep, a gun with four bullets of Benzodiazepine, I'm sure at least two bullets of that will give the system a good kick in.
I'm praying it will last long enough for me to drag Thomas to the down side labs... we'll see.

Tord loomed over toms peaceful body, he's smile was twisted one a awkward expression as he lifted up toms body, using his robot arm to support under toms legs and carrying him by resting him on the hip, carrying him was probably going to be the easiest part of this.
The office door slid open side ways, soldiers I passed shuffle to the side or said good afternoon. Most moved out of my way, Toms legs hanging off the side of my arm. Making a gap between me and others, nobody touched him or me, yet...

The white halls were their for confusion purposes to those that don't know how to use the maps or hadn't seen the army's,

But the doors lead you through the hallways, having numbers. By door seven, the lab, I was able to pass toms body to a scientist, he's face scanning mine and went back to stare at Tom before placing him down on the table. By table it's more just a sheet on a metal table.

"sir du hadde bedt om tilsyn med pasienten, ville det fortsatt være noe du ønsker?" Scientist blonde girl spoke (so cool! :3)
"Ja, med monster-DNA-testen som hovedemnet, trenger jeg en annen lege for å sjekke Toms øyne." Tord sat down in one of the wall desk chairs, pushing it back to lean against the wooden desk.

"Jeg mistenker at dette er full suksess, hvis ikke. notater må endres og noen må møte feilen med å lese de siste testene feil." A tense silence came on, everybody nodded the request being heard, the DNA test and maybe some other information from the experiment is now being completed.

(I decided to keep writing from here 6/6/23)
It was still an uneasy site, some one I had a 'good relationship with being tied down.
No choice in their decision, or view, a small part of my head felt guilt, the test would probably kill him without being unconscious. I didn't need that just yet, not right now..

It felt like a hours, only a few minutes of a deadly silence. It wasn't over, it had only begun.

The sound of the plastic getting pulled apart as Tom's body was readjusted and pulled to the side by others, hands covered in sanitiser or gloves. Faces staring down at him, picking out each important imperfection, scales, skin being pulled into other un human parts. The DNA reacting to each poke and prick of the needles pushed into the skin.

Tords boots rose from his seat again, pushing past others as he left the room, he had better things to attend to then stare and worry over some one be low his hand... Tom should be fine, if not.. I'll pick out the wrong people I let do this..

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Idk like a couple hours, it's pretty much finished (still crusty tords POV:)

A long dragged out scrap of the door to the lab, it was infuriating to hear every time. Another minute in this suffering silence is Gooding to be the death of everyone here..

Tord pushed though getting into the room, his cape frizzled and destroyed brushed around him as he entered..

It was quiet almost all the scientists looked up at him, an expression he had gotten used to, fear.

They all seemed to be surprised out of all the hours he'd left he'd come back now, pushing aside soldiers Tord glared above the people pulling out of his way.

They moved away from the leader's presence, not crowding or shuffling closer just resting to the side as they allowed red leader to observe their work. Sweat, and shaking hands.

"Have you finished.?" *he turned to drag his head to the side eyeing the people left and right to him, he looked unpleased with the display of silence mouths.

"Y-yes sir! we suppose the machine will work itself out, w-with the programming! That's what I'm saying.." *some tall, his hair pushed back into a ponytail his eyes wide, he was nervous. All someone needed to say was a pleasing answer.

Tords eyes dragged out silence, the steady red glow of one unmoving eye was something most high ark people had to get used too, no one looked him in the eye, that was standard knowledge, that was a standard practice you were warned and told about from other members.

"I see.. is he alive? Do you know when the programming will wake him?." Tord just needed to keep this idiots distracted with questions and pleasing answers, just a second of all of the scientists finding ways to make the best possible answers.

As they blabbered about the project, Tom's status his eyes the way they pulled it together gave Tord just a second to look at Tom. Finding little things he could tweak to fix program, mistakes the scientists had made, unbothered to point them out to Red Leader. 

He would mention mistakes and pin point opportunities the scientists hadn't taken, he always had something to point out, the way they left blood over the subjects faces or then cuts and poorly stitched wounds. He noticed small details on Tom.

The talking stopped  they all fell silent, now that red's attention on Tom had been noticed,

"s-sir er det noe galt..? Vil du at vi skal endre noe..?" A woman spoke, her voice quiet eyes covered by glasses, pointed ends pointed upwards. She was nervous. Everyone was nervous.

"Nei alt er bra..." his eyes slowly made their way to the others, "leave. You can check things later once I leave."

They understand, pushing past one another to the exit or at least to get out of eye view, anything to please red leader, and to at least keep your head in tact. Tord loomed over Tom once more, his face dark but hesitant.

God, he didn't look like Tom, it was un nerving. The way his hair was pushed out of his face to give the others more room or the way his eyes were forced closed by heavy bandages.

He's eyes moved away to reassure he was alone, before returning. Tom looked dead.. his body looked frozen, pale skin and just small pink dusted cheeks. His skin was a little purple colour down the tips of his fingers, his nails stained and the sides of his face just growing scales.

He'd wait for Tom to awake soon, when he'd be able to leave this cold room, Tord would treat him like some fragile piece of glass, for as long as it took Tom readjust to the changes, then he'd push more, and more till Tom was shattered and shaped into submission, calmer around him..

He'd just have to be patient.

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GOOD LORD, IVE BEEN ADSENT SINCE MARCH OF THIS YEAR! I've been drained bro but I don't have anything better to do. I'm thinking of making another book, I mean I've made the cover art and designs but I just haven't posted it.