tomtord (with some plot)

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tords POV

a few days ago

its been 2 months after failing with the robot. i got a used to the robot arm pretty quickly. i looked into the palm of my robotic arm while sitting at my desk wondering off in thought instead of working. "sir" pau said in a stirn voice to snap me out of it. i let my head fall to the desk my forehead making a thud. "s-sir?" pat said obviously worried for me. i cant focus. i want to know what happened to them. i want to see the fear and confusion in their eyes when they see im alive. i have to go back. "both of you" i clearly got their attention "i want you to find where my 'old friends' live now" i lifted my head with a sadistic grin "i want to pay them a visit"

current time

tords POV

the fear on his face is priceless. i walked into the room closing the door behind me. with no suprise the short man quickly backed away.  the sight was so sad it was kinda cute. "hello old friend!" i said in a cheerful tone that obviously pissed the short brit off. "what no response?" i continued my cheerful tone to piss him off. i walked to the large couch in the middle of the room. i sat on the couch and sank in. i forgot how amazing this couch was. "why are you here" he asked with a mix of anger and fear. i tilted my head back to look at him. "i wanted to see how you guys were doing after i blew up our old place" i took my right hand out of my pocket and looked at it while i held it in the air above me. "i doubt you three are doing worse than me" i tilted my head back more to see his reaction. i felt like a character in some anime. toms face was nothing but shock and fear. "i did that didnt i" he's weak. nows my chance to mess with him. i looked at my hand faking sorrow on my face "yea... im glad i was given medacine when they amputated. when i got feeling in my arm again the pain was unimaginable" i clenched my hand into a fist "it still hurts but im used to it" i glanced back at the man behind me. he was trying to keep his calm "what about you" i asked putting my hand down "what do you mean" he barked back. hes getting cocky. i brushed it off "what wounds did you get? i doubt you survived without gaining any scars. especially you" i saw him twitch his left arm when i asked "i just had a few scratches. nothing else" he was lying. i sat up normally to reach over to grab his left arm. i pulled him over the couch pinning him down infront of me with his left arm behind his back and his right arm infront of him. i didnt have to lean over him much to pin his other arm infront of him considering our gret differerance in hight. wait... im pinning him down doggy style and he cant do anything about it... i smirked. this'll be fun

toms POV

i cant let him know about how fucked my left arm is. "i just  had a few scratches. nothing else." he gave me a glare and sat up normally. shit. what was he doing. i started to panic. did he know i lied. i was still thinking on how he even found my place and why he was really here. before i could even move he grabbed my left arm and flipped me over the couch like a ninja. i felt pain rush thru my entire left arm as he pinned me down to the couch on my stomach with my left arm pinned to my back. it hurt like hell. damn it when did he get so strong!? i wanted to scream. i felt him breath on the back of my neck as he whispered"keep struggling. it'll make this more fun for me." he tightened his grip on my left arm. i couldnt hold it in anymore. i screamed in pain into the pillow. "you have an injury dont you" hes using that cold dead demanding tone of voice he uses when hes losing patience. he's only ever used this tone once. it was fuckin terrifying. i bit my lip till it bled to stop screaming. i nodded. "and its in your left arm isnt it" he kept his tight grip. my stiches feel like theyre about to rip off. i nodded again. the commie lossened his grip. "that wasnt so hard now was it" hes talking in that cheerful tone of voice like nothing happend. hes pissing me off. after taking a few seconds to get over the pain. i realized the position i was in. THE BASTARD WAS PINNING ME DOWN DOGGY STYLE