(Tom's POV)

"First off, yes, since your mother was a...bowling ball, you were born with no eyes and therefore being blind."
"When was this?"

"Can you let me finish?" I fall silent.
"Thank you, as I was saying, you were born without eyes. You longed for the ability to see once you entered school."

"You were jealous. Jealous that others could see and enjoy the world's view while you were stuck in the dark,"

"And being the desperate child you were, you were willing to do anything to get sight,"

-Flashback-

(3rd Person)

"Uh...please... K̴̡̡̬͚̤̼̼̩̹̹̻̺̮̯̜͇̠̮̱͉͖̈́͐̿͗̀ǫ̷̢̢̨̗͎͇͔̝̬̮̟̠͎̹̖̼̺̜̟̗̤̬̻̬̳͚͕͓̟̩͈̺̞͕͖̠̣̝͎͙͉̣̪͔̭̻̭̟̱̠̫̤̙̲̬͛̔̆̔̅̀̈́̑̀̂́͐̐́̄͗͋̐̇̊͌͆͒̅̊̈́̾̌̈́́͊̀̒̈́̓̆̾̅̈́̔̆̎̀̂̚̕̚̕͘̕͜͜͠͝ͅv̵̧̧̡̫͔͓͉̟͖̻̬͕͓̘̲̜̻̯͚͕̙͔̪͕̞͚̘̤̫̒͋͗̒͂̎̌̐̒̒̒̍̐͗̀̈́͊̋̎́̌̈̊̍̓̈́͌͛̚̚̚̚͝ͅơ̶̡̡̢̨͔̗̤͍̜͍̘͖͎̳̳̞̖̪͉͓͉͔͖͕̦̫͉̪̜͇̲̖̼͚̞̯͖͔̲̩͙̟̈́̌̓̏̅̂̅̐̈̿̃̇̀̀̾͌̃̋̈́͑̍̒̒̋́̊̊͌͆̈́͛̈́̊͒̿̾̀̆̈́̇̃̐͘̚͘͘͜͝͝ͅͅm̵̛͓͈͓̣̐̓̽̎͊͋͊̌͆̊́̍̂̀̎̊̃̽̿̎̑̋̍́̈́̉͌͊͌̓͘͘͘̚̚͝͝͝ ? I-I would like to b-be able to see,"

The small child named Tom asked, unsure. He was sitting on his bed, legs crossed and twiddling his thumbs.

"Please...I just want to see what other kids see," he said, feeling a tear pricking at the corner of his eye. Although he had no eyes, the tear ducts in the sockets were still there, making him able to cry.

"Aren't you a bit...young?" A new, deeper voice asked from the shadows. Tom jolted, startled by the voice.
"Ah- um- I'm gonna be 8 in a few weeks!" He insisted. The voice chuckled a bit. What an innocent child he was.

"Okay child, let's make a deal. If I give you sight, then you lend me your body to stay in,"
"I-I'll do a-anything!" The child exclaimed, desperation coating his voice, clearly not understanding the consequences.
"Perfect! Then we have a deal," the voice said, coming out of the shadows. Though Tom couldn't see, a purple, formless smoke rose out from its hiding place. Tom shivered, a sudden chill had flowed throughout the room.

"I assure you, this will hurt,"
"W-will it hurt a lot?" He asked, senses heightened.
"...of course," the voice said with a dark chuckle.

-End Flashback-

It just cuts off there. Nothing more to that memory. Really? Is that how it happened? I brought my own demon upon me? I cursed myself?

"Sure, if that's how you'd like to call it. One change though, I'm pretty sure I blessed you with sight,"
"Yes, yes whatever. How come I forgot about you?"
"I was what you'd call, your imaginary friend. I was there to 'comfort' you when things got bad,"
"...I remember a bit. I remember you told me at school that the bullies would all die someday and burn in hell," I recalled.
"Pft, oh yeah,"

~Timeskip to morning~

I sat at my table, playing around with the spoon in my bowl of cereal. I lay my head down on the table sideways, still staring at the swirling spoon. Tord's going to be up soon. It's going to be awkward. I wonder how he'll react. After all, I did just eat a person and threaten to kill Edd in front of him.

Or maybe he fled. Ran to Edd's apartment while I was sitting in my room. Too afraid to face the monster that's me. That would make sense. I sigh and finally take a bite of cereal.

"He's here,"
I whip my head around to see Tord, slowly walking out of his room. He stares at me hesitantly before walking past me to get breakfast. I stare at him blankly. Why isn't he saying anything?

"He's probably afraid, idiot,"
Thanks, really appreciate the answer.
"No problem, host,"

I sigh and stand up. I see Tord visibly flinch out of the corner of my eye. Ignoring his reaction, I walk over to the couch and turn on the T.V. The news was on.

"On a more recent note, last night the body of [generic name] was found completely mangled in an alleyway by [a bar name]. The police say that he was drunk and that the wounds were not made by tools. It looked to have been mauled by an animal. Some DNA was found on the body, investigators are looking in to finding who—"

I changed the channel to 'The Children'. Much more exciting than some news. I place my elbow on the armrest of the couch and rest my head on my hand. I relax for a moment when suddenly I hear rushed footsteps getting closer to my apartment.

Frantic knocking coming from the door sounds throughout the quiet home. I groan in annoyance and get up to open the door. As soon as I barely crack it open, someone flung their arms around me.
"U-uh what are you doing there?" I asked. I look down and realize the person embracing me was Edd.

"Tom! I saw the news. Please don't go back to that bar anymore!" Ohh...that's what this is about?
"I haven't been going for a while, Edd," I assured him.
"That's a lie," Tord said from the kitchen.

"What was that, Tordsie?" I asked with a fake friendly voice.
"Tom...?" Edd asked, confused.
"Uh- I mean—" Tord stumbled over his words.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," I replied coldly.

Edd released me from his tight grasp and stared at me, confusion written all over his face.
"When did you start calling Tord...that?" He asked, unsure.
"...it's just a new nickname that he hates. No big deal," I lied.

"Oh...okay then!" Edd regains his cheerful demeanor. "Since I'm already here, wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure, got nothing better to do," I replied.
"Great! I'll go get Matt," Edd said happily while running off.

A/n:
Had trouble writing this one as well. Sorry for the late update and unsatisfying chapter. This was pretty much mostly filler.