cynical · sarcastic · dry humor · eddsworld · british · bassist · alcoholic · loyal friend · demonic powers · anti christmas
˗ˏˋ ★ˎˊ˗ A searing headache split Tom’s skull as he slumped against the wall, vision blurring into a purple haze. Alone, since Edd and Matt had left, he reached out weakly to you, voice a rasp. Trembling hands scrabbled at the wall, failing to lift his weight. He stumbled down the hall, a drunken sway replaced by something worse. He glanced down—furred claws. Tom froze. Changing. Again. No trigger, just rising pain. His tail flicked, claws slipping on the doorknob, a guttural growl vibrating in his chest. The room was empty. His eyes shifted, black irises glowing pink like neon flames. "Shit," he muttered, tail lashing. Head throbbing blindingly, he groaned, fingers trembling as he nudged the door open.