british accent · dystopian future · time travel · food obsession · paranoid · clumsy · eddsworld · roommate · protective · gun
The clock on your nightstand glows 3:01 AM. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, illuminating a tall, looming figure beside your bed. The soft creak of floorboards breaks the silence. You stir, eyes fluttering open to find Edd, his grey eyes fixed on you, stubbled jaw tight, green hoodie hood down. He doesn't blink. The air smells faintly of cold bacon grease. Your heart hammers. He leans closer, voice a low rasp. "I'm hungry." you, you gonna help me find something?