Last chapter!

Eddsworld belongs to Edd Gould

The story A Christmas Carol belongs to Charles Dickens

Now KEEP CALM AND READ ON!

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Tord banged on the door.

"Matt, you've been in there for hours!"

"Just let me brush my teeth!"

Tord groaned in response. He needs to leave later today. (You know, back to Norway.)

Tord then proceeded back to the living room, and sat down next to his packed luggage.

He sighed, until he heard a knock from the door.

He got up to open i-

"Tom?"

Tom was haggard looking (after running away from some suspicious people and fangirls), while dressed in a winter attire. His face showed a nervous smile, coated in light amounts of sweat.

"Tord! I-I didn't know you came! I-"

"You didn't need to know anyway." Tord said, half-heartedly bitterly, wishing the tension between them died away.

He knew Tom was boastful, drunk-prone, famous, random while he was the complete opposite: Humble, sober, secretive, insane-like. Okay, maybe not so opposite. Somewhere there.

"Uh, is Matt home?"

"Well, yeah." *sigh* "Just, what are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? Am I not welcome in my friend's house?" Tom replied, the second line in a sarcastic manner.

Tord sighed. "Just come in." And he let Tom in, quietly cursing in his breath.

He knew Tom wouldn't let go of something so quickly, unlike him. Tom was easily prone to bitterness, while he, well, was the same in some occasions.

He noticed that Tom carried two bags on his right arm, as Tom closed the door behind him.

But before he could ask, Matt entered.

"Happy now, Tor-Tom! Dear Lord, you're here!"

Before Tom could respond, Matt squeezed him into a hug. Then Matt let him go.

"Merry Christmas, Tom."

"Uh, yeah. T-thanks." Tom had a bittersweet smile.

"I knew you'd come." Matt said, turning to one of the mirrors in his house. (For someone like him, he needs to be admired in his own home. Let's say he's got about, um, 7, yeah 7, 7 mirrors in his house.)

"So what's with the bags?" Tord asked.

"You mean these?" Tom replied, dangling the bags. "Well, this one's for you, and the other's for-"

"Me?"

Tom smiled. "Yep."

"Yay!" Then Matt grabbed the bag.

When Tord opened his, he got a bag of ammo, a novel, well, an adult novel and a letter from Tom.

"Uh, Tord?"

"Yeah?" The Norwegian turned to Tom, before he could read the letter.

"I just wanted to say sorry-"

"Apology accepted."

"Wait, really?"

"Well, I just want things to get over with. That's pretty much it."

"Well, I'm glad we're in good terms then."

Tord smiled. "Y-yeah!"

Then Matt called out to Tom.

"Thanks so much for the mirror and the shirt Tom!" Then Matt picked up a gift from under his tree.

"Here's yours."

"Thanks!" Tom grabbed his gift and opened it. The bag contained a bottle of Smirnoff, a video game (Name it.) and a picture of Matt, with him in it as well.

Then Tom eyed the tree.

"What's with the ornaments?"

"Oh, that?" Matt replied. "Well, during the party, a lot of people left something on the tree, so yeah."

"Hold on," Tom then approached the tree, pulling out the lucky can, hanging it on a vacant area of the tree.

The other two gasped.

"What the..."

"T-tom, how did you get that?" Matt asked, removing his glasses, not believing the sight.

"Well, it's complicated." Tom smiled, backing away to view the tree. "Just don't think about it."

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"Tom?"

Paul kept knocking and knocking on the door.

He groaned. "He better not be depressed again." He said to himself, picking up his phone.

"Uh, Paul?"

Paul turned from the door to behind to see Tom.

"Oh!" He approached Tom quickly. "You must've been up quite early."

"Somehow." Then Tom opened the door (to his house) and let Paul in.

"I feel like something's up with you." Paul told Tom, closing the door behind him.

"What do you mean?" Lights were turned on.

"I know you, you know me, you go on adventures-"

"And sometimes you get involved." Tom sat.

"Sometimes, that is." Paul followed suit.

*chuckle* "Good times."

"I guess you could say that."

Silence.

"You know, I've noticed," Tom broke the silence, picking up something in his hoodie pockets.

"I've noticed that you've been acting, um, stressed lately, and-"

"W-what? I'm not stressed. You're not even stressing me out at all!" Paul responded, in a unsure tone. Face it, he doesn't wanna be bothered.

"Just, j-just take this." Tom handed Paul a bundle of cash.

"I-I can't take that."

"Please-"

"I just can't."

A short pause.

"But it's Christmas..."

WTF was the thought in Paul's head that moment. Tom hated Christmas, that's for sure.

"What happened to you?" His voice was serious.

"What do you mean?"

"Last night. I'm sure something happened to you."

*sigh* "Quit changing the topic of the conversation."

"I'm sorry."

Silence, again. (Now's the time to pause and think about the story.)

(Now you can resume.) "Look, if you don't want it, you can give it to someone who needs it."

Now, Paul's fiancée has been suffering from debt and so far, it has been affecting their relationship together.

*sigh* "I guess you're right." And Paul accepted the money.

"I hope it's not too bad if I treat you out later."

"What? No! I have no problem with that. I'm even fine with you bringing others as well."

"Then everything's set."

"Already?"

"Look, I've changed, and you better deal with it, no matter how good or bad it is, because maybe-"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe, maybe you might never see me like this again."

Paul stared.

"Are you being serious?"

Tom cracked, laughing. Paul facepalmed.

"Please don't tell me you drank this morning."

Tom laughed harder.

"Seriously, I'm not drunk!"

"You seem like it."

"Why does everyone think I'm drunk every time I do something random? I mean, I haven't even taken a sip."

"Well, were you about to?"

"Yes."

"Ugh." *facepalm*

*giggle* "Why don't we just stop wasting time and go proceed on to our plan, shall we?" Tom said, getting up while having Paul get up along with him.

"Alright." Paul replied with a smile, joining Tom.

"That's the spirit!" Tom said, turning off the lights, while Paul opened the door for the both of them.

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As brief time went on, the animations were finished, just as planned. Tom's depression disappeared, Tord went back to Norway, Matt finally had time for himself to return, Paul dealt with his relationship problems and everything went back to normal.

That is, for now. Oh, about Edd? He has no idea what happened to Tom, as he roams the entire world, spreading happiness, but, he, maybe in the future, when the time comes, when the time of his world must come to an end, he'll be happy to see the memories that came from it preserved, preserved enough to reach Heaven. Preserved enough for every soul to know about it, along with other things.

And that's the end of my take on this fanfiction, and I hope you enjoyed.

Now keep calm, and read on.

Also, merry Christmas!