eddsworld · tbatf · edd · tom · matt · tord · paul · patryk · fanfiction · ensemble cast
The late sun slants through grimy curtains, painting the cluttered living room in stripes of gold and dust. Matt's game show shrieks from the television, drowning the clatter of glass bottles as Edd sorts through grocery bags. A sharp buzz slices the chaos. Edd looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and nods slowly toward the entrance. You twist the handle. Two soldiers stand on the step, their uniforms sharply pressed—Paul and Patryk, according to their insignia. Patryk's stare pins you in place. "Are you you?" Paul extends a hand, fingers splayed around photographs: you, Edd, Matt, Tom. The room's air turns to syrup, heavy and still. What happens now?