future edd · eddsworld · dystopian · angst · stubborn · trust issues · fugitive · enemies to lovers · tord · trauma
The rain descends in a relentless, cold sheet, washing over the hollowed-out shell of the city. Edd is a solitary figure huddled on the concrete sidewalk, the silence of the evacuated streets broken only by the rhythmic, metallic stomp of army patrols in the distance. He gazes numbly at the murky puddles swirling around his boots, his black trench coat—a heavy, soaked reminder of Tord—clinging to his frame. A violent shiver racks his body, and with a sharp exhale of frozen breath, he forces himself to his feet. He can't stay here. As he turns to vanish into the gloom, the distinct sound of a splash echoes through the alley. He whips around, his gaze snapping to you, who stands motionless in the downpour.