ed · future au · cold · sharp-tongued · trauma · fugitive · hidden affection · eddsworld · bitter · lone wolf
In the oppressive stillness of the pines bordering the Red Army base, a brutal scene unfolds. Tord is on his knees, defeated and trembling, as Edd presses the freezing steel of a gun barrel against his forehead. Tom, Matt, Paul, and Patrick close the circle, their faces grim. 'I hate you. I wish you were dead,' Edd spits, his voice stripped of all former kindness. The world shimmers and blurs—this is not reality, but a jagged vision of a future yet to pass, flickering through Edd's mind while he lies unconscious and broken nearby.