I don't own Eddsworld. It belongs to Edd Gould. (Rest in Peace) A Christmas Carol belongs to Charles Dickens. I hope you enjoy my first Eddsworld fanfic on this site and KEEP CALM AND READ ON!

Of course, Edward Gould was dead, to begin with this story, and it was a sad day for all the fans, mostly his family and friends, for they all hoped he'd win the battle. All I could say is Edd was as dead as an empty cola can, for his enemy had ruined the all blood in his system. As of that day, his great friend Thomas Ridgewell took control for he wished the show to go on, as he bravely faced death.

Two years and nine months later, we have Thomas working on a script for a Christmas Eddisode, set for 2014 or 2015, if the crew had time to finish. He had great difficulty, for he greatly hated Christmas, and called it "a pain in the ass".

In the other room was his friend, Paul ter Voorde, the current animator of the show, working on the animation of an Eddisode to be released (trust me on this, it's actually quite late) while shivering as the heater had broken and he had forgotten his coat. After finishing a frame, with instinct, grabbed one of Tom's coats hanging from behind the door and wore it. It was quite large and colored snow white. He hoped Tom wouldn't mind if he wore his coat.

Tom got a knock on his door, so quickly and in a pissed manner, he got up and ran to open the door to find his friend Matt fresh from the shivering cold outdoors.

"Good morning, Tom! How are you?"

"Just working on a Eddisode." Tom said as he let Matt in, who was removing his green frost-covered overcoat.

"Tom, I know you don't celebrate Christmas, but at least be jolly! Get over it! Edd's been dead for two years and 8 months, 9 months tomorrow, and Heaven knows what will be of you!"

"So what? I'm not a Christian, I hate Santa, plus Christmas hasn't done me anything!"

"Christmas is a time of rejoicing, where the poor are lifted, and the rich humble! The happy show mercy and the grumpy convert into better people." Matt spoke oddly wisely and in a inspired way as he patted Tom on the back.

"I believe now is the time to change. Tom, listen to me." He made Tom face him.

"Edd would've wanted to see you happy, just at least for one Christmas. This, one, Christmas."

Tom stopped on his tracks for about 15 seconds then shoved away Matt's arm.

"Good afternoon."

"I'm not angry Tom. I'm just quite lonely. I'm just, j-just concerned about you!"

"Good afternoon." Tom turned away.

"I just hope you keep this to mind. And I hope you can come to my place. I'm throwing a party!" Matt grabbed his overcoat and rubbed his glasses. "Everyone's gonna be there. Bing, Chris, Jack, Dean, and Tord! He said he'll visit only today until tomorrow!"

"Good afternoon." He went back to his room.

After a brief silence, Matt blurted out "Screw this!" and exited the house as he put his glasses back on.

"SCREW YOU!" Tom yelled back from the room.

Hours later, as Paul was about to leave, he asked Tom "Uh, do you mind if I-"

"Yeah, you can have the coat. I don't want it anymore."

Paul was shocked. That coat used to belong to Edd. He wanted to borrow the coat, not take it. However, if it was for the sake of Tom avoiding depression, again, he just went with it.

"Really?"

"YES! FREAKING KEEP IT! Just be back here tomorrow." He sternly replied.

"Alright." Paul fearfully replied, then left.

Tom then quickly cleared his workspace, and grabbed Susan. He strummed her with great power and grace, which was evident in the sound she made. He played about 10 different pieces for an hour and then had supper.

Pizza. Well, that was all that was cooked. Still fresh, brought by Paul. Hardly even touched. (I guess they're really hard-workers. Just kidding, they truly are!) Tom was lazy to cook something else so he went with it.

Afterwards, he grabbed 3-4 bottles of Smirnoff, his laptop, his mobile and a random Tomee Bear he found lying about and entered his room, leaving it locked. No, double-locked.

He drank, as he jumped on the bed, without changing his clothes (for it was still cold and his heater was still broken) but removing his shoes and setting down his laptop.

However, as he drank the last drop, he saw, from his peripheral vision, his Eddsworld poster in his room to change in form.

Instead of Edd, Tom and Matt trying to change a light bulb, it was Edd as an angel with Matt mourning and Tom with a drunk and depressed face.

Thomas stared at the poster for a minute then realized it went back to normal.

He saw piles of cola cans instead of Smirnoff bottles, which seamed quite odd. He hasn't been drinking cola, has he?

He turned on his laptop but instead of the starting screen, it was the basic Eddsworld opening (the one in Fan Service particularly), then glitched out a message saying

"Turn off the computer, Thomas. This meeting should be s'well!"

His sockets enlarged in shock. Creeped out, he slowly closed his laptop and saw an unbelievable si-

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Holy Turnips in Hammered Ties!

A ghost appeared before him. Thomas could not believe his ey-I mean sockets. Out of instinct, Tom tried to get his gun from under the bed but to no avail.

*Chuckle* "Looking for this?" Tom turned to the Ghost, holding the gun he was looking for.

Before Tom could scream, he regained his composure and just stared.

The ghost looked exactly like his deceased friend, Edd Gould, only more like the Edd in the poster: glasses, halo and extremely large wings that seemed TIED to his back. Like all ghosts, he was transparent, however, like an heavenly soul, he gave a white-to-gold glow, and he was shown with a livid emerald green color.

His voice was proof that all this wasn't a prank, for it sounded like Edd's however blended together with an echo of Tim's. [For those who don't know, Edd's voice actor changed after he passed away.(Duh. Also, that new voice actor is Tim Hautekiet. ) It brought him relaxation and pain into his ears.

*Sigh* "Your mystery never fails to amuse me, Spirit." Tom broke the silence, magically shifting from shocked to "Meh".

"Was that an insult?"

"You figure it out."

The ghost remembered that one time Tom said that line*, and hid the fact that he was insulted. *See WTFuture*

"J-just, who ARE you?"

"I'm a ghost of someone."

"N-no, I meant-"

" 'Who WERE you?' Then why didn't you ask me WHO I WAS?" He replied, raising his voice, as if Tom had done something stupid. (That is, something stupid in his grammar.)

"FINE! Who WERE you? God damn it..."

The ghost laughed. "Don't you remember?"

Tom had a serious stare.

"D-don't you? Eh...,Tom?" His tone saddened.

Tom looked to the right, then turned his head right with a pissed face.

Damn it, Edd.

Edd came to a realization.

"So all this time... All this-DID ALL THIS, ALL THIS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" He raised his voice.

Tom cringed.

"And I-i thought w-we were the b-best of friends..." The spirit sobbed in his speech.

"It's just-"

"What?!"

"It's j-just," Tom couldn't hold in the pain.

"IT'S JUST I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER ANYMORE!"

Edd took a step back.

"Why then, WHY WERE WE FRIENDS?"

"We WERE!" Tom silenced all the spirits thoughts.

"We ARE." He lowered his tone. "It just hurts..."

Edd felt a pang. A pang of guilt for yelling at Tom.

"Remembering the fun times brought memories of your pain, and that caused ME so much pain." Edd never saw that much sensitivity in Tom before.

"Everyone knew I was depressed about your p-passing, a-and-" Tom cut himself off, crying some more.

Edd stopped forming conclusions.

"I didn't want to disappoint them. Yet, it disappointed you. I'm just-"

"It's alright." The spirit flew and sat next to Tom. He put an arm on Tom's shoulder.

"This form of mine," Edd continued. "It's not yet finished." He pointed with his eyes to his wings, which were forcefully tied to his back.

"Why?"

"I have one more thing to do, so it may be completed." For Edd came to finish his transformation as a spirit who is permitted to heaven, for spirits like him still have the chance to change until the day of judgement.

"What is it?"

"And that's where you come in," He got up and returned to his happy demeanor, pulling the cloth that tied his wings to his back, in which fell off.

"It's Christmas, Tom."

"And...?"

"Didn't Matt tell you?"

"I was aware." He said bitterly. "Hold on there, how did you-"

"I'm a free spirit. I can roam anywhere I wish."

"Huh. Well, just, why do I need to change? What good will IT give ME?"

"A lot, actually." Edd turned to the window, opening it. "You just don't see it yet."

"See what?"

"The chains." He turned back to Tom, the wind blowing their hair.

"Chains?"

"The chains you made out of every sinful action you made. No living being can see it, unless permitted by a spirit with great power."

"Can't you?"

"I could. If these wings were permanently stuck to my back." He said, pointing to the wings on the floor.

"However," he turned back to the window. "I've sent 3 spirits to help you."

"Wait, what?"

"Come here." He motioned Tom to look out the window. "Since you've been granted the ability to see me, look at the others."

Tom looked and saw many other spirits in different manners of colours.

"If you don't change," He pointed to a familiar spirit. "You'll end up roaming the Earth forever as a punishment until the day of judgement. Just like him."

This spirit looked like Edd, however he had a mustache, a dark green long sleeved collared shirt (with a visible white undershirt), pants, shoes and floating horns and bug-like bat wings. (Kinda hard to describe and visualize.) His color was a livid dark green and dark shadowy black surrounded him but was made visible with a slight silver glow. (You did not expect him, right?)

"Damn. Well, at least he got what he deserved."

"To be honest, I think the best part was when he was in that car accident."

"He died in a car accident?"

"Yup. Jon and Mark didn't tell you?"

"No. All I heard was mourning cries from next door."

"Huh." Then Edd put on the wings again and went back to the window.

"Now is the time for me to go."

"What? But you just came!"

"Check your watch." He said, getting through the window and closing it.

"Holy-It's 12:30 am?"

"Farewell, old friend." He spoke through the window.

"NO! E-"

Tom had bumped his face into the window.

"Ouch."

"Are you alright?

"I'm fine."

A brief silence came and passed.

"Will you leave me a sign, a sign that all this is real?"

"For the sake of everyone," Edd replied, opening the window. "Yes."

Edd pulled out a chain out of his pocket.

"Y-your *lucky can!* B-but how-" *See WTFuture, again if you've forgotten*

"Don't think about it. It'll give you a headache. I mean, even if that was cremated along with my body, the universe has not allowed it to be destroyed, for it serves as a memory."

"A memory to be treasured forever. Yes Edd, I promise to keep this safe." Tom said, somehow reading the spirit's mind.

*Sigh* "Look out for the first spirit at one." Edd warned quickly.

"Alright." (No further objections from that guy, I believe.)

Then another silence came and passed.

"Edd?"

"Yeah?"

"Will we ever meet again?" Tom got up to look at the spirit outside. (For he has been lying on the floor since he bumped his head into the window.)

Edd looked up. "I believe so," he turned to him with a sad face. "In Heaven, I guess."

They briefly stared at each other to serve each other a memory of the current events.

"Farewell, Thomas." Edd had tears in his eyes.

"Farewell," Tom had tears too. "Edward."

And that was the last Tom ever saw of Edd, as he closed the window.

He had to check his watch and be prepared.

However, it was already 1:00, and had no absolute idea how much time he had wasted interacting with the soul of his deceased friend.