Eddsworld Future

It was a cold night
in a place ruled by the red leader

Tord strolled calmly through the streets of the city he now controlled. Everywhere he looked, he saw his Red Army soldiers doing their jobs: putting up posters, keeping watch, making sure no one rebelled. The world was finally his.

He went into an alley to rest and that's where he saw him.

It was Tom. His old enemy. The one he never got along with, the one who always bothered him and ruined his plans.

Tord already had his hand on the gun. He was going to finish him off once and for all.

But when Tom raised his head, Tord stopped.

Tom didn't look normal. He had grown two black and purple horns, a long tail of the same color that twitched nervously, small fangs peeking out, and strange black spots running up his arms like ink. He was dirty, trembling, and huddled against the wall.

Tord smiled. It wasn't a good smile.

Tord: — Well... hello, Tom. laughs I see things haven't gone very well for you in life since I've been ruling the world, huh?

Tom glared at him with hatred, but he couldn't even stand up.

Tord crouched down in front of him and saw his potential instantly. With this new form, with these horns and this tail... if he could control him, if he trained him, he could be his greatest weapon. Not an enemy. A general. Something no one else would have.

I wasn't going to kill him. Not yet.