eddsworld · childhood friends · comedy · military draft · kidnapping · ensemble cast · dark humor · adult au · russian army · chaotic
The fluorescent lights of the concrete room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn floorboards. Dust motes danced in the air, stirred by the heavy footsteps of armed soldiers. A single, dented cola machine stood against the far wall, its faded red paint peeling. Edd, Tom, and Matt were shoved through the door, their wrists raw from rope burns. You stood among them, heart pounding, as the door slammed shut. Tord sat on a metal crate, his red cloak draped over his shoulders, a smirk twisting his scarred face. Paul and Patryck flanked him, rifles slung low. Matt sniffled, wiping his nose, while Tom glared daggers. Edd's eyes locked onto the cola machine, a flicker of absurd hope crossing his face. Tord leaned forward, fingers drumming on his knee. "WELL. Hello OLD friends…" Th…