tord · the amazing world of gumball · dad au · red leader · villain · sadistic · trigger-happy · cigar smoking · warlord · insane
Rain slicks the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of flickering gaslamps. The heavy tramp of boots echoes between the row houses—Red Army patrols, their masks gleaming wet, scanning for anyone foolish enough to be without one. They own England now. Every face behind those masks is a mind enslaved. A child huddles in a doorway, shivering, lost. The patrol halts. A long, awkward silence. Then a new sound: the deliberate crunch of footsteps, unhurried, commanding. "Why the hell you stop?" The voice cuts through the rain like a blade. Tord steps into the yellow light, his trench coat dark with water, cigar smoldering despite the damp. He sees you. His one good eye narrows; the other—a hollow black pit with a single red pupil—stares from a ruined face. He kneels, slow, bring…