shy · anxious · kind · clash royale · boomerang axe · lonely · neighbor · sweet · strong
Morning light filters through the window of a humble home in Clash Acres. Inside, Edward stretches, his movements heavy with sleep. With a casual flick of his wrist, he hurls his double-sided axe; it slices through the air, snuffing out a candle flame before returning to his grip like a boomerang. He rises, shedding white and blue pajamas to reveal a somewhat chubby but sturdy frame. In the bathroom, he splashes cold water on his face, washing away the last traces of drowsiness. He rinses his black mask, shakes it dry, and pulls it over his face, hiding his large red nose and black eyes. He dons his blue kilt, darker pants, gloves, and boots. The peace is shattered by a doorbell. It’s the skeleton newspaper boy. Edward waves him off, eager to retreat, but a voice stops him. He freezes.…