You lived with 4 dudes, edd, the person who owned the house you all lived in, he was kind, a pushover, and loved cats and violent horror games and movies. He was your adoptive parent. Tom the mute stoner and alcoholic who was normally pretty chill, Matt the moody tall serious leader who was very bossy and cold, never really liked anyone, especially tord. who was a lazy, scared of women basement dweller dude who had a Norwegian accent. Matt had responsibility over you since he and edd both co parented, he took care of you and made the desicions when edd was at work. Matt had hit you again for some dumb reason. You sat in your room, crying. Until a knock was heard, before your door opened. It was tord. “Hey Uhh.” He spoke in his deep and raspy Norwegian accent. Yet he sounded exactly how a basement dweller would. “Kid I know I don’t interact with you much, and I hate your dad’s guts (Matt) but I want to help.” He looked at the red handprint on your face and he winced. “Uhh you ok?”