Eddsworld one shots (FINISHED)

G̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ ̶o̶b̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶

Lol this was written by my friend and edited by me so that's why it's edgy af 👌 say hi to jix
(Tords POV)

My curiosity had first struck when I found a crumpled up piece of paper on the coffee table, just begging for me to unfold it. After doing so, my stomach had dropped into worry. The first letter read:

i̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶l̶i̶t̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶s̶t̶s̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶?̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶a̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶a̶d̶d̶i̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶m̶a̶k̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶u̶t̶,̶ ̶v̶o̶m̶i̶t̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶r̶n̶,̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶w̶o̶o̶n̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶c̶e̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶o̶f̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶f̶a̶n̶t̶a̶s̶i̶z̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶s̶k̶i̶n̶ ̶g̶r̶i̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶e̶,̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶l̶a̶w̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶u̶g̶ ̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶.̶ ̶H̶e̶a̶v̶y̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶e̶a̶t̶s̶,̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶a̶k̶e̶n̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶b̶y̶ ̶o̶r̶g̶a̶s̶m̶s̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶d̶i̶s̶g̶u̶s̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶b̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶o̶n̶.̶ ̶H̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶n̶o̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶w̶h̶y̶ ̶d̶o̶e̶s̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶u̶n̶d̶e̶r̶s̶t̶a̶n̶d̶
h̶e̶l̶p̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ h̶e̶l̶p̶
̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶
̶h̶e̶l̶p̶
h̶e̶l̶p̶
h̶e̶l̶p̶
h̶e̶l̶p̶
h̶e̶l̶p̶
̶h̶e̶l̶p̶
̶h̶e̶l̶p̶

After that letter, I didn't understand why the words were just simply crossed out with a single line. Obviously the writer who wrote this didn't care about someone finding it or they'd tear it up and scribble the words out better. I snorted and took it as a joke, tossing it into the trash can. This was obviously just printed off the internet to look edgy

is what I thought until another one showed up. It was carefully set on my bedside table, this one was was weirder and more aimed at me.

I̶ ̶s̶a̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶?̶ ̶I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶l̶u̶c̶k̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶s̶t̶e̶a̶d̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶,̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶x̶.̶ ̶D̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶?̶ ̶D̶i̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶?̶

̶D̶i̶d̶

̶y̶o̶u̶

̶l̶i̶k̶e̶

̶i̶t̶

T̶o̶r̶d̶?̶?̶?̶?̶?̶?̶

I love you

I worriedly looked around the room to see if someone was watching me. After realizing there was no one, I scribbled at the bottom of the paper.

Who the hell is this?

And left it at that.
I decided to sleep and wait to see if I got a reply, if I did I'd try to solve this mystery, but until then I'd take it as a joke.

The next morning

The first thought that intruded my mind when I woke up was to check the letter. I rubbed my sore neck and picked up the wrinkled letter; miraculously, there was a reply.

Y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶u̶t̶u̶r̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶i̶l̶l̶y̶ :) c̶h̶e̶c̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶i̶r̶r̶o̶r̶

I nervously laughed and set the letter down. There was no way I was checking the mirror for this demon shit, instead I would go downstairs and eat and tell the guys about this weird shit that was happening. After rushing downstairs, everyone was sitting at the table gawking at me.

"Hello, friends." I smiled, taking my seat. Edd tapped my shoulder and whispered sharply in my ear.

"Tord... your neck."

"What?" I panicked, running into the bathroom. My neck was covered in purple-blue hickeys and bite marks. "What the fuck!" I yelled out loud, presuming everyone could here. How the fuck didn't I notice this? Why didn't I wake up to whoever doing this? This shit just got scary. I ran back out into the kitchen, obviously in a panic.

"Tord, what's wron-" I cut Edd off, practically screaming.

"I'm scared for my fucking life right now, I'm being stalked and I'm going to die!" I hollered. I noticed Tom in the corner with his hood pulled over his head, pen and paper in hand as if he was writing things down. A smile was on his face as he looked up at me. We locked eyes and he spoke.

"Who would stalk you Tord, not like anyone loves you."

"Tom, I have proof! This weirdos been writing me letters about their obsession with me!"

"Show it," He said coldly. I scrambled upstairs to grab the letter but the only thing that was in its place was another note and all it said was in bold letters that weren't crossed out were.

Don't show them

I freaked out for a second before collapsing to the ground, tearing apart the stupid letter. Am I going insane? I thought while wiping my eyes. This is crazy... I'm crazy... what the hell is wrong with me.
"Who the hell is doing this.." I mumbled silently.

"Me..." I heard a voice say behind me. I turned around and saw Tom leaning against the door frame.

"You're kidding, you hate me." I said, my voice shaky.

"Dead serious." He said. He shut the door behind him. I was terrified of what he'd do to me alone. Tears brimmed my eyes as I thought of the possibiltles.

"D-don't hurt me.... p-p-please.." I started to sob. I huddled into my knees and started to hear laughter. I lifted my head from my knees and saw Tom laughing his ass off at me.

"Oh my god! Did you really think this was real?! You're so gullible!" He laughed, clutching his sides. "I'm not insane, mate!"

"But what about the-" I pointed to my neck and he understood immediately.

"Matt's eyeshadow and a beauty tutorial. See?" He licked his fingers and dragged them across my neck. I won't lie; it felt good. He showed me the purple residue.

"But the bites-"

"Hush, we both know you're just gullible and dumb, so hush." He brought his fingers to my lips and shushed me. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"Y-you're stupid..."

"Yeah well...

I wasn't lying about loving you."

(Ouch this is trash ~jix)
(I disagree ~adrian)
(suck my ghost dick ~jix)