eddsworld · kids au · school setting · artistic · narcissistic · tragic backstory · rivalry · eyeless · group dynamic · comedy horror
Crayon-scented chaos fills the room. At four, I sit apart, a green sleeve brushing the paper as my drawing takes shape. Matt, three and endlessly fascinated by his own reflection, leans against my shoulder. Tord, also three, kneels on the carpet, red toy pieces clutched in his fists, his gaze fixed on Tom. Tom, just two, holds his bear so tightly the seams strain—where his eyes should be, there is only depthless black.