"His World"

The sun was too bright in his eye sockets, though he was never exactly sure how it could be. Not once in his life of over twenty years. He took a swig from his metal flask, wincing a little in confusion. The alcohol was oddly tasteless, which didn't make sense. Guinness was usually a pretty good beer to go with. He shrugged it off and screwed the lid back on.

Gasping and spluttering and screaming caught his attention. People were screaming his name, someone was pulling his sleeve, pulling him to a deep river beside where he was standing. His heart stopped. Green fabric. Brown hair. Panicked brown eyes. A pale face. All separated from his own plane of existence by a delicate layer, like a pane of glass. He plunged a hand into the water and grasped at the green fabric and pulled.

People were still screaming. Car alarms were screaming. He was screaming in his head as the body he was clutching went limp. Lay it on the white ground. Press his ear against the sopping chest, searching for a heartbeat. Water trickled sickeningly from the corner of pale lips. Up and down, up and down, push up and down, but nothing came out. Nothing. Nothing. Brown eyes closed slowly before flying back open. The body rolled onto its side and a torrent of watery red flooded from its mouth, pale red like diluted blood, before falling on its face.

He was shouting. The car alarms grew louder, shriller, and the voices grew to a deafening volume as he turned the soaking wet and heavy body over, pulling it into his arms, cold and wet and limp. Nothing. Tears filled unseeing blank eye sockets as he leaned over and buried his face in an empty, soundless, lifeless chest, the white light blinding him, the sounds melding into one high-pitched ringing, shaking, shrieking whine.

Tom shot straight up, screaming. White light faded to the soft blue black of reality. His breath was coming in shaking gasps and his hands were shaking as he brought them up to his face. It was wet with tears.

Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and his door was flung open. Green fabric. Brown hair. Panicked brown eyes. There was an unopened can of Coca Cola in Edd's right hand and he was wearing pajama bottoms. Matt in a half-finished mud mask appeared almost immediately after him, confusion written all over his handsome face. Tom swung his legs out from under the sheets of his bed and flung himself at Edd, who gave a cry of surprise as he had arms flung around his chest and a suddenly sobbing Tom clinging to him. Matt, confused by the scene, thought there was a hug party going on and wrapped his own arms around his two friends.

"Tom! What on earth is the matter with you?" Edd said, trying not to touch Tom.

"I thought you had died! Thank gosh, thank gosh…"

Edd's eyes softened a tiny bit and, after a moment's hesitation, laid an arm across his friend's back and said softly, "I'm not planning on going anywhere."

A/N This is not a ship. I wanted to contribute to the amazing Eddsworld fan base, though. If you haven't guessed, this is strongly based on the song "My Mom" by Kimya Dawson, and it's sort of a reflection of Tomska, I think. IDK, it just happened. Enjoy, comment, check out my other works. Peace out my dudes :)