Sorry about the chapter delay! Tests were there.

Here's Chapter 2!

NOW KEEP CALM AND READ ON!

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Tom then decided to change his attire.

First, he removed his hoodie and emptied its contents. These contents varied, were many and were quite large. (Let all the Whovians scream how Tom's hoodie is nothing but another TARDIS.)

He then proceeded to take off his black asdfmovie t-shirt, with the words "WANNA GO SKATEBOARDS?" written over it, along with the Skateboarding Cow.

He began to shiver in the cold. After all, he was finally shirtless. (Admit it, you're blushing right now.)

He felt chillier as he rummaged in his closet, looking for something else to sleep in.

(And like I said in the previous chapter, his heater was broken, it's December and of course is in England, which I think snows there, for there are certain places without any snow, you know?)

So, after about 5 minutes, Tom was finally dressed.

However, since most of his pyjamas wouldn't keep him warm enough, he wore instead a black collared-shirt and dark jeans along with a chessboard-patterned tie and wristband, on his left hand, or arm, particularly.

That should keep him warm enough.

He then laid himself on the bed again, just like hours ago, and got comfortable with his bod-wait. That didn't come out right. Just ignore what I said-I mean wrote.

As he turned rig-

"OH GOD!"

*thump*

Ugh, Tom really is clumsy. No wonder he gets hurt the most out of the 4, or 3.

He got up quickly, backing away from the new apparition, who looked like-

"Wait, dad?"

You heard that right. I mean, read that right. (Why do I always get cut off?)

Then somehow, Tom saw glowing subtitles. (Wait, what?) These spoke for the spirit.

"I am not your father, Thomas but I am merely taking his form."

Of course, Tom's glee faded.

"Well, who are you then?"

"I am the physical manifestation of your Past Christmas Spirit."

"God, do you have to be this formal?!"

"Well, did you really have to be this rude?!"

Tom face palmed. "I'm sorry. Just, why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Didn't Edd tell you that I came to help you?"

Tom looked to the right. "Of course."

"Come." Then vines tied themselves onto Tom's left arm, as if the spirit grabbed on to him.

"What the-?"

"Let's go!" The subtitles glew, as the spirit pulled him.

"WAIT!"

The spirit stopped in his tracks, the subtitles unavailable. The spirit turned to Tom.

"What is it?"

"May I at least get something before we go?"

The spirit actioned out groaning. "Fine."

Then Tom quickly grabbed the lucky can Edd had given him on the ground, tying it around his right arm.

"You better not lose that."

"W-what do you mean?"

"We're technically time traveling, so dropping that can alter not just history but your memories as well."

"A-alright."

"Now, let's go."

"Oka-AHHHHH!"

Tom felt transparent.

"What was that about?"

"A solid figure can't pass through memories. Only great magic can allow that."

"So, I'm currently a spirit then."

"Yes, temporarily. Don't worry about it, you'll return to your body by the time this session is over."

"I gue-"

"We're here."

"Wha-? Woah..."

They were surrounded by a hall filled with glowing doors;the walls, the ceiling and the floor were made of glass.

The place was dark.

"That was oddly fast."

"You're quite young, so we don't really need to go too far."

"Hmm. You know, I haven't exactly been here before."

"Well, you see, this is your mind. Well, a physical representation of it. It looks like this because this is how your mind organizes your memories."

As they floated across the hall, the glass would glow in different colors.

"I think this is the one." The spirit said, as he stopped Tom at this certain door.

The hall's colours were in brighter, electric shades of red and green. The door they stopped at glew brighter than the common doors.

"Have a look inside." The spirit said, opening the door.

Tom did so either without hesitation or simply with curiosity.

What he saw shocked him.

See, most of the time, he would spend Christmas away with his parents because his parents were busy most during that day.

This memory he entered marked the first time he actually had Christmas with both of his parents.

He saw himself, 11 years younger, strumming Susan while singing a carol next to his parents by the fire from the chimney.

He didn't need presents like toys back then.

All he wanted was apprieciation and love from someone who cared.

Tom teared up a little as he watched, leaving a faint smile on his face.

*slam*

"What the-"

"Sorry, Tom. We don't have much time."

So they kept walking.

"So,"

Tom caught the spirit's attention.

"Spirits, do they have a form of their own?"

"It depends on the spirit."

"Well, how about you?"

"As of now, I do, but when the Future turns to Present, my form might as well change."

Tom tried to speak but-

"It just varies. Your life will change my form, and it will create yours."

"Huh..."

Tom reflected on the spirit's words.

"Your life will change my form, and it will create yours."

"Here we are."

They stopped by another door. The glow of this door was faded, as if there wasn't any, but had enough to be identified.

The hall's colours were green, blue, purple and red. Green and blue overshadowed the 2 other colours though.

The spirit opened the door for Tom.

When he peered in, he was shown memories that distressed him.

Those memories were memories of him in Eddsworld. Not just any Eddsworld memories, but TomSka memories too.

Such Eddsworld memories were when he received Diet Smirnoff from Santa, when he had to save Santa from Zanta, when he lost the eyes he wanted to have for a long time, when he failed to destroy Christmas, when he got injured in the process, and lastly, receiving a poster of Matt admiring a toaster.

Some TomSka memories were when two of his annoying friends brought him a doll that kept singing Christmas songs on repeat (which he got to get rid of later on), when he got somehow killed alongside this guy called Chris (also called Crabstickz) while they were painting pictures and lastly, when he tried to kill Santa once and for all which failed as Santa escaped.

That last memory reminded him of his stepfather, who made things worse for him.

That's it!

He shut the door, startling the spirit.

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

"I-I can't handle this."

"What do you mean?"

Then Tom pulled the spirit, both of them face to face.

"Can't you tell, c-can't you tell?! CAN'T YOU TELL THAT I'M GOING THROUGH SOMETHING RIGHT NOW?!"

"But Tom, I-"

The subtitles disappeared as Tom tied the vine around the spirit, crushing it in the process.

Soon, there was no trace of the spirit.

"There!"

Tom looked around.

"Hmm. Shouldn't something bad happen right no-AHHHHHHHHHH!"

(You shouldn't have jinxed it, Tom) Then suddenly, the halls went crashing down.

Tom felt weird, as if something was happening to him.

He held tightly onto Edd's lucky can. It might as well be lucky for him.

As if things gotten worse, a force was pulling him up, up so high like what happened to him when Commander Bai and his companions found him, Edd and Matt.

*gasp*

Tom was on his bed, curled up under his blanket, clutching what he found was Edd's Lucky Can.

"Was that all a dream?"

He rubbed the sweat off his face, removing the blanket, getting up.

He put on his hoodie again, putting the can in the pockets.

Then the sounds of gunfire startled him.

It came from outside.

He looked outside to see black and red sprites roaming about.

"What could that be?"

So he hurried outside, curiosity taking over him.