#ottosworld

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Eddsworld AU Aesthetic: Ottosworld

“Reality bites with a variety of sizes of teeth.”

[Ottosworld by @mushroomminded]

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They’re just a little crisp

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ottosworld drabble thing

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They’re hanging out, just a normal day for once, and Edd keeps losing in his game, and absently asks Tom to get him a coke.

Matt sort of tenses up as Tom exits his field of vision, leaving nothing but air sitting between himself and Edd, but stays quiet.

Stay calm, he tells himself. It’s Edd. It’s Edd, Edd, Edd, not- not anyone else. It’s Edd, and he’s himself and everything is okay. It’s fine. Everything is okay.

His chest feels tight, and he’s struggling to get enough air. All he can think about is Otto’s glare, the glint of his knife in the field, the whirring of the blender, the pain, the shouting, the rage- he could snap over anything, he and Tom always on eggshells around him-

Edd notices, after another death in his game, as Matt’s breathing starts to pick up. His eyes are wide and staring down at his hands, which are balled into tight fists. his breathing is a little erratic, and in concern, Edd reaches out, gently putting a hand on Matt’s arm to get his attention.

Matt jerks away so fast he nearly falls off the couch, and before he can think, even realise really what he’s doing or whats going on- he’s already on his feet and yelling for Tom.

In an instant, Tom crashes back into the living room, almost tripping over the carpet as he dives to put himself between Matt and Otto, his face white as he watches Otto’s expression, takes in his body language, trying to predict his next move- but Otto just looks shocked. Confused.

No…Edd does. Edd looks shocked, and confused.

Tom jerks himself back into reality and clears his throat, slowly raising his hands.

“Just…uh…don’t worry. About this.” He stumbles slightly over his words. “I’m gonna talk to Matt for a minute.”

Tom is painfully aware of his friend behind him, gripping his hoodie tight and possibly bent over a bit, as if hiding behind him.

He reaches behind himself and manages to get a hold of Matt’s hand, and carefully pulls the other out of the room. It isn’t until they’re in Tom’s room, out of earshot of Edd, that Matt cracks.

Tears are streaming down his face, and his hands shake despite Tom’s firm grip. “I-I can’t-” he manages, before a sob breaks free of his throat.

Tom worries he’s going to hyperventilate before he can calm down, and slowly, quietly instructs Matt on when to breathe, hold his breath, and release. “There, just like that. You’re doing great. You’re safe, I promise.” He says gently, and lets go of Matt’s hands, only for the other to pull him into a tight hug. “It’s okay, you’re safe….” He says again, patting Matt on the back as his panic attack takes its sweet time passing.

“D-don’t-” Matt heaves in a deep breath as he draws away, gripping Tom’s sleeves for something to ground him, “dont leave me alone with him. Please.”

“Matt… you know that’s Edd. That’s our friend, he wouldn’t-”

“Please!” Matt’s voice cracks as he interrupts. “Please, I know, but I can’t- I’m not… I’m not ready.”

Tom is quiet for a moment, but he nods slowly. “I won’t. Just try to remember, okay? Edd won’t hurt you. He won’t hurt either of us.” Tom wouldn’t let him. “He’s our friend.”

Matt nods and begins to wipe his eyes on his sleeve. “O-okay. Thank you.”

“Go wash your face, okay? Maybe you’ll feel a little better. Then we can put on a movie.”

“Okay.” Matt manages a watery smile and heads out of Tom’s room to the room across the hall.

Tom returns to the living room, where Edd pauses his game in favor of watching Tom.

Tom pretends he’s not unnerved. “Let’s watch a movie, okay?” But the way he asks isn’t really a question, so Edd nods.

“Is this…does this have to do with the farm? And Mark?” His memory of the event was unclear, and Tom only gave him the bare minimum of details.

“He…yeah. Don’t worry, okay? He’s just on edge. He’ll be fine in a few weeks.”

“You’re my friends. I’m going to worry.” Edd says. “Maybe it’d help if I knew more…?”

Tom takes in a deep breath. “I know. I’ll tell you everything…soon. I can’t right now, but…I will. And Matt will be okay and we can move past this.”

Edd frowns. “What about you?”

Tom looks away, just in time for Matt to come back in, and he switches the channel and puts in the first movie he can reach before taking a seat between Matt and Edd.

fin

Notes:

I don’t think Tom is the type to talk about his feelings. Not to say he came out of this better than Matt (he still has nightmares about being forced to murder his “friend”), but he’s definitely better at suppressing his problems than Matt is.

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I made the poster. Ottosworld was created by @mushroomminded

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oh? my tomatoes?

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ottosworld is two years old!!