Black Eyes (TomTord Eddsworld Fic)

Ch.35 Love you, boo

//Tord's POV//

Long story short, since this story is long enough and the plots basically gone, I dragged Tom out to the yard and tied him to a post.

I can tell he's trying to make sense of what's going on, but nevermind him. I don't need to tell him.
I narrowed my eyes as people slowly started to come around the yard, but some minded their business. I saw Paul and Pat watch from the sidelines, confusion in their eyes.

I snickered, "Well, Thomas." I crossed my arms. "I'll give you one last chance. What do you pick?" I leaned down, eyeing him. It took him a moment to reply, but I was patient.

"I-I'm not picking... it's not fair to Edd or Matt on my decision.. And I don't want to work for you..." he trembled, looking down.

"You've scared and traumatized me enough, Tord..." he mumbled, "I thought we.. W-were something.. I thought I meant something to you..."

At this, I couldnt help but start laughing.
He was so heartbroken! He thought we had a 'thing'! I wish Paul or Pat (both would be good) were filming because this is comedy gold.
"You? Me? Your kidding!" I snorted, grabbing out a small gun. "Well, well, I guess I changed your mind pretty quick, eh?" I smirked, getting out my gun. "Well, whatever. It's not like your decision on not picking helped us anyways. I did like you, at one point I guess. You were a cool guy... At one point." I blabbered, turning a dial on my gun.

It was one of the new futuristic ones, the army just got them. I could use a test dummy.

"Well, I won't bore you any longer or keep you waiting. That's not fair to you or me, because I've got to see Edd and Matt after this. Hopefully Edd isn't dead.." I chuckled quietly.

As I looked at Tom, his eyes were wide, white. He was staring at the 'gun' which only halfway looked like a gun, but it was still identifiable. He was trembling like a scared chihuahua, and I almost started laughing again.

"Don't worry, Thomas.." I pointed it inches away from the bridge of his nose- in between his sockets. "It'll only pinch for a moment. I love you, boo~" I cooed teasingly, pulling the trigger.

The gun, being futuristic, had a laser. The laser was so close to Tom's face that when it made contact it didn't just injure but it kind of exploded on his face. Not too bad, though.

He screamed in agony, and I saw why. The skin around his eyes was already peeling, bleeding. It was singed and burning, some of it curling like crumpled paper. He threw his head back into the post, succeeding it knocking himself out from the pain. It was unbearable.

What? Did you really think this would be a love story to end in a happy way? Did you really think there would be much of a love story at all?
Fools, just as foolish as poor Thomas here.

As I stared down at him, I felt a little remorse. Blood leaked down his face and dripped to the dirt and his clothes. One thing that I could still see under all of the blood, were his black eyes peering and gazing.

And here you go! I hope this was okay... I kinda tried with the ending?? But I hope it's decent enough LMAO
this whole story went along with a plot then failed badly as school caught up, but it could be worse. Please read the next chapter to vote!! Thank you!