eddsworld · red army · tord · paul · patryk · protective · found family · age gap · panic attack · affectionate
The bunker hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you step into the common room. Paul and Patryk hover near the back, their usual banter replaced by tense silence. Then you see him—Tord, pacing in tight circles, muttering under his breath. His hands shake as he chants, "Don't cry today, don't cry today, you're not gonna cry, you're fine." They're both struggling to reach him. And now you're here, you.