destruction (reverse au) //slow updates

unexpected visitor

It seemed like a normal day.

Paul and Patryck were busy playing some sort of game, which restricted Tord from getting the TV. He was a bit irritated, considering that he couldn't watch the TV. Or sit down.

Paul had sold the sofa. For a harpoon gun.
"Yeah, right. Like you're ever gonna use it," He had mocked Paul when he returned home with it.
"I will! Just you wait," He had responded with a sneer.

Suddenly, Tord's flashback was shattered with the sound of Patryck's voice. Yelling.
"How did you win again?! You cheated!" He snapped his head towards Paul, who was laughing.

"I did not! You just suck at this," Paul snickered, receiving an elbow to the arm from Patryck.
Then, Tord decided to step in. He was getting annoyed by the two's constant fights. 

"Alright, guys! Stop fighting. Why don't we leave the house? Anything is better then being stuck here while you scream at each other."

Tord grabbed their arms, standing in between them, glancing from one to the other.
Paul shrugged, smirking at Tord. "Why not?" He was holding his arm, which was most likely starting to bruise.

Patryck nodded in response. "Where should we go?" He asked Tord, looking down at him.
Tord didn't have any idea where they should go. He just wanted to get out of the house.

"Hmm," Tord thought for a moment, "How about the arcade?" He suggested.

Paul and Patryck both nodded, and before anyone could say anything, they were in the car. 

Patryck sat alone in the back, smiling like a goof.

Tord was driving, and Paul had insisted on bringing at least one of his harpoons, to which Tord grudgingly made a deal with him. If Paul brought his harpoons, Tord offered, he couldn't kill anyone or break anything at the arcade with it. Paul seemed a bit disappointed, but accepted.

And then they went.

~||~

There it was.
Tord's house. Edd had left Matt and Tom behind, and searched for the house himself. Now he just had to figure out how to get in. He checked all the windows. None of them were unlocked. The doors were all locked. He let out a growl, checking his phone as a message from Matt appeared. 

"Did you find the house, sir?" 

"Yes. But I can't figure out how to get in."

"Have you tried lock-picking one of the doors? Just a suggestion."

Edd glanced up from his phone, then smacked himself in the head. Why didn't he think of that? 

"I'll try. Don't stand out, you two. I don't need us to be thrown in jail yet. There are wanted posters everywhere. Stay low." He hid his phone back in his hoodie, then stood at the front door. He glanced around to check if anyone was watching him, then took out his lock-picks. 

"Good thing I brought these," He muttered, carefully trying to unlock the door. 

After what seemed like forever, the door finally clicked, signaling that it was unlocked.

Edd quickly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He looked around the empty house, flipping on the lights. Then, the pictures on the wall became visible.

There were pictures of Tord, Paul, Patryck, and even all three of them in a few.

But none of Edd.

They had either been taken down or scribbled over with a marker. Most likely by Paul. 

Edd scowled at the sight, then swiftly walked down the halls, looking for the room. 

His room.

He searched the house, trying to remember where everything was. It has been 8 years since he stepped foot in this place, anyway.

The one room that stood out to him the most, however, was one right around the corner from the front door.

It had a large lock on it.

Again, Edd got to work on trying to open the door with the lock-picks.

Not even minutes after, the door opened.

~||~

"I could've swore that I locked the door before we left," Tord muttered as he pushed the door open.

They were home earlier than they wanted to be.

And Paul had caused it.

Of course, he had destroyed something with his harpoons. Tord had tried to stop him, but it was no use, considering that Paul had already threw the harpoon as hard as he could.

And they got kicked out.

Patryck was latching onto a fluffy, pink monster plush, which he refused to even set down. Tord found this a bit strange, but hey, he's strange.

Tord stood next to the door, allowing Paul and Patryck in.

Patryck walked into the house, hugging the plush close to him. Tord shook his head and watched as he walked straight to the kitchen, never taking his eyes off the plush.

Paul had to shove himself through the door because he wouldn't let go of the harpoons. He was singing to himself as he walked past Tord, who remained confused.

Once everyone was inside, Tord shut the door and stayed in the hallway, trying to figure out why the door was unlocked.

Paul, trying to carry his harpoons up to his room, stopped dead in his tracks when he saw someone else trying to pick open the lock on his door.

Almost instinctively, Paul dropped the other harpoons and held up one in the direction of the trespasser, ready to throw it.

"Who goes there?!" He yelled, startling both Patryck and Tord.

Edd turned his head to face Paul.

Paul lowered the harpoon, frozen in place. "Holy.." His voice trailed off.

Patryck and Tord both appeared at Paul's side, staring at Edd with the same confused look as one another's.

Edd emerged from the shadow of the hall, smiling at the three.

"Hello, old friend."