After The End Of It (TomTord)

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(A/N sorry if this sucks it's my first time attempting to write a fanfic)
   Tom sat on his bed playing happy wheels on his phone, bored out of his mind. He put his phone down and sighed, loosing another round of happy wheels. He glanced over at his alarm clock. 3:46 A.M.
I really need to sleep.
  He thought while setting his phone by the clock. In the corner of his vision Tom spotted a picture. It was of him and Tord. It pained tom to look at the image because it reminded him of the 'incident'. The day Tord died. The day tom had killed him.
  Tom wasn't at all sympathetic for shooting down Tords giant robot, the stupid commie deserved it. Tom could just imagine what Tords death was like, being stabbed with a harpoon gun then blown up to shreds. Tom was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his phone buzz.
  Tom grabbed his phone, the whoosh of air making the picture flutter down to the floor. He quickly snatched the picture off of the ground and set it back on his night stand. It was a great picture, with tord and Tom standing in front of a wall they just spray painted on.
   Returning to his phone, Tom saw that the message was from a unknown number.
Bold text = Tom  underlined=unknown

  Hey
Who is this
  ...
Its your old friend

   Toms breath caught is his lungs.  He only knew one person who uses that greeting. Wait, that's impossible. Tord died over 2 months ago. Wait, it was probably Edd or Matt trying to pull a prank on him. Or maybe one of them got a new phone.

Edd I know that it's you
Nope
Matt
Wrong again

Tom covered his mouth with his hand, typing is response with trembling fingers.

Tord?
Yours truly.

A/N
Haha I'm so sorry to whoever reads this trash. Also this was a really short chapter, the next one will be longer. Only 336 words ;-;