[Normal Point Of View]

'I.... Never thought it would end like this....'

Tom thought to himself quietly, feeling a numbing sensation in his chest. He clutched the sheets on the hospital bed softly, biting down on his lower lip. 6 months ago, Tom dropped to the floor of his apartment, where he was discovered by Edd who rushed him to the hospital. It was revealed through later testing that Tom had developed brain cancer(presumably due to the laser he was hit by). After his diagnostics, Tom took a downward spiral in depression and self-pity.

He felt like he had been stripped of all his hopes, his dreams... Not even booze could make him feel better.

Now, He was all alone in a hospital bed, awaiting what seemed like a very very slow death. He turned his head slowly to the nightstand and reached out for his bear. Clutching it close to his chest, he closed his eyes.

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"Tom? Tom! Thomas! Jævla helvete(f****** hell), Wake up already you big lump!"

Tom jerked up, in a cold sweet coughing up a storm. He groaned, feeling a strong ache burning over his eyes.

"F-Fuck... What-" Tom stopped halfway through his sentence in disbelief and horror. "O-Oh god... No, I- How... Y-You died! I killed you!" Tom scooted away on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard.

The dark figure grinned deviously, stepping out of the shadows.

Tord.

The tall muscular man looked different - yet familiar. He still wore his hair in the same horned style, but god- his face. The left side of his face was burned off, a black eye patch covering the gruesome scars of his left eye. Tord wore his traditional red hoodie underneath his blue uniform, but his right sleeve was torn off - possibly to flaunt off his new robotic arm.

"Hahaha, Classic... Stupid... Tom~" Tord cooed, his voice mature, but still lined with his heavy Norwegian accent. Inching close to a petrified Tom.

Seeing Tord mortified Tom, surely he was here for revenge?

"What the bloody fuck do you want with me?!" Tom screamed, flailing his arms. In attempts to get away from Tord, Tom lost his balance only to be caught by Tord. Tom's 'eyes' met Tord's gaze and was caught by surprise. There was no menacing or threatening emotion in his eyes... Only, worry.

"Careful there Tom... You don't want to break your new eyes now, do you?"

Tord gave Tom a charismatic grin, which sent shivers down Tom's spin.

"New eyes..? Commie, what the hell are you blabbering on about?!"

Tom huffed, pushing Tord away. Tord only gave a snort of amusement, backing up slightly holding his hands up in defence. "Now, Now, Tommy, is that any way you treat your leader?"

"Leader? You? Me? No way in hell Commie... There's no way I'm helping you out, not in a million years..."

Tord gave a faint grin, mocking the emotion of offence. "Aw, Tommy~ You haven't even given me a chance to explain myself~" Thomas scoffed, opening his mouth to retort to Tord's remark, but was cut off when Tord covered his mouth and pressed him onto the bed.

Hoovering over Tom, Tord gave him an annoyed and sadistic smile. "Let me speak, yes?..." Tom only glared at Tord, but let him continue. Letting out a soft sigh of triumph, Tord continued.

"As I was saying... You are now one of my soldiers - How you ask? Easy.. I saved you from dying, and in turn, you work for me...." Tord grinned, moving his hand slightly to let Tom speak. "Saved my life? What kind of idiot do you think I am?" Tom snapped, gritting his teeth. Tord only laughed, removing his body off of Tom's. Motioning his wrist to the bathroom, he smiled a disturbingly warm smile. "Go see for yourself~" He purred, his words like poisoned honey.

Wary, Tom slide off the bed and began to make his way to the bathroom. His breathing was slow and controlled, as he took careful steps to the bathroom. He felt his muscles tense, sensing Tord was slowly following him. Tom glanced over his shoulder for a moment, catching a glimpse of Tord, waiting to catch Tom of he fell.

'Fat chance'

Tom thought to himself, grinding his teeth together. He'd be damned if he'd let that Norwegian bastard touch him again. What seemed like a painful eternity to them both, Tom managed to make it to the bathroom. Quickly pressing his body against the sink, he shakily turned on the lights. Looking in the mirror, his mouth dropped in disbelief.

In place of Tom's eyes were robotic glasses. They were large and chunky, remind Tom of some futuristic dorky glasses. Where his eye sockets would originally be, there were dotted green pupils reflecting his every move and emotion. If he looked to the left the dots would dart to the left, if he looked to the right the dots would dart to the right, and so on so forth. Tom took a good 5 minutes to process what he was seeing in the mirror before slowly facing Tord.

"What... Did you do to me....?" Tom breathed, his body shaking with fury and slight fear. Tord looked away as if he was debating between options. "Well... I had you cured of cancer, I gave you robotic eyes and I may or may not have imprisoned you as my soldier where you either work for me or stay in this room and live trapped in here for the rest of your miserable life..." Tord flashed a devious grin, winking at Tom. "Y'know, just taking care of my FRIEND."

Tom winced at Tord's last word as if it were a wasp sting. Tom opened his mouth to say something but was at a loss for words. What could he do? The situation was bleak - No one would save him, and he was being held captive by a trigger-happy lunatic who wanted to take over the world.

Tom had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts, he hadn't noticed Tord was standing right in front of him, inches away from his face. Tom lifted his eyes up and quickly jerked his body back in surprise only for Tord to press into him yet again.

"You have no choice Tom, your body, your mind, your everything.... It's all mine." Tom held his breath, looking into Tord's piercing gaze. The tension was broken as Tord quickly snapped away walking towards the door.

"I expect to see you in my office tomorrow morning at 8 am... Sharp." Stopping at the doorway, Tord looked over his shoulder looking composed and nonchalant. "And wear something nice. I already laid out an outfit for you under the cabinets," and with that Tord walked out leaving Tom to regather his thoughts.