(Prepare yourself. It's gonna get... intense? You've been warned.)
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Are you sure this is what you want? I can't promise you everything will go to plan." He spoke, cigarette pressed between his chapped lips.

I breathed a sigh, pulling my head out of my hands, "If it's for him it's worth the risk."

A smile ghosted his face, "Then I guess it's final." He stood up from his chair, walking towards the door. He hesitated for a second and turned back to me, "And... if I don't make it, tell Pat how much he means to me, yeah?"

The sound of a door closing echoed throughout the quiet room. I felt a single tear run down my cheek. Nonetheless, I knew he was ready.

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It's been a few days since the whole incident. My visor had a few small glitches afterward, but it was nothing compared to before. Lately I've been doing a lot of paperwork for Tord. It's kind of boring, but I don't mind because the mundane task combats all of the thoughts rushing through my mind. I sat crossed legged in a large chair behind Tord's desk. I still had no idea where he was. He was apparently working on some stuff he couldn't tell me about. God only knows what that could mean. I finished writing my signature on some army paperwork that didn't interest me. Some old document about taking over England or whatever. It was a little scary to see how rapidly the army has grown since then. The paper said there was 250 people in the army. That seemed like a minuscule amount compared to now. And now that I thought about it, I was in the dark about so many things relating to the place I'm supposed to work in. Sometimes it didn't even feel like I was working here at all.

I heard the door open amidst my thoughts, causing me to quickly shove the paper into a pile of other work. It was Tord, of course. He seemed to be deep in thought, but noticed me smiling at him still.

"Hey kjære." He mumbled, walking over to me. Tord kissed my forehead lovingly, "Hey. Something on your mind?" I asked.

He appeared to ponder my question briefly before shaking his head, "Nothing important, at least." I was about to speak again, but a knock on the door cut me off. Tord turned away from me with a look of disappointment. He sighed with obvious annoyance, "Come in."

The person opened the door, a guy I'd never met behind it. He had ginger colored hair and for some reason, metal on his chin and one of his eyes? Maybe that was some kind of fashion trend I was aware of? I don't even know anymore. Either way, there was a man in shackles in front of him. He had dark brown hair and a green hoodie. My mind immediately went to the figure I had saw in my visor. But something was different about this man. Maybe it was his mustache? I don't know. Tord and the ginger guy started to converse in a language I figured was Norwegian. I had no idea what was going on, but Tord looked like he was mad. The other guy showed absolutely no emotion. I heard my name at least once, causing my confusion to only grow. The man in shackles seemed to be trying to call for help. I couldn't stand to see him like that. I, for some reason I didn't understand, felt like he was connected to the people in my visor. I needed to take any chance I could to get answers.

I stood up, not entirely sure what I was planning to do. Tord turned to me, his angry expression turning to a gentle smile. But something wasn't right about the way he smiled at me. It was... off?

"Thomas. I need to bring you back home, okay?" He said in a voice that unnerved me, "I can just go myse-"

Tord grabbed onto my arm suddenly, "We are going back home." He repeated. I decided against any attempt to refuse him. I felt scared. He lead me out of the room with the shackled man. I watched him as we left. Something felt really wrong. I just wanted to pull myself away from him and run. And without even knowing that I was doing it, I jerked my arm away from Tord's grip. He caught it immediately,

"What did you just try to do?"

I felt my hands start to shake, "N-nothing..." I stuttered. He picked me up and slung me over his shoulders, with me trying to fight back. 

I clawed at him, tried to scream, anything to get myself down. He didn't care and kept walking. The door swung open in front of us and he slammed it shut. Tord still didn't let me down, and instead burst into our room and threw me down on the bed. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs I didn't even know he had and quickly chained me to the headboard. I struggled against him, begging him to stop. But this made him notice. He saw the cuts on my arms.

Tord froze in place, squeezing my arm to the point where I was screaming from the pain, "Who did this to you?" He whispered, refusing to let me go, "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?"

I quivered from his shouting, my voice small and helpless, "I- S-Something fell on m-me I didn't-"

"Bullshit. You did this to yourself didn't you? Are you not happy? Am I not enough for you?" Tord started to laugh, the sound filled with complete and udder insanity, "Or is it because you still miss Edd? I knew it..."

"Tord what the hell is going on I don't even know who that is!" He dropped my hand, brushing a hair from my eyes softly, "I love you so much Tom. I can fix everything, I promise you."

He walked away, shutting the door while I kept screaming after him. My arms were burning and tears poured down my face. Why... why did he do this?