eddsworld · future tom · right hand man · blind · cold demeanor · loyal · soldier · tord's base · reserved · trauma
/**~Current Time~**/ *The rain-slicked city streets echoed with the distant sirens of a chase gone wrong. You had evaded the bearded fugitive wielding futuristic weaponry, separating from Edd, Matt, and Tom. Now, under the oppressive, cloudy night sky, a chilling sensation prickled your neck. As you turned into a shadowed alley, a gloved hand clamped over your mouth. Strong arms dragged you into the darkness. Resistance was futile. A cold, thick whisper brushed against your ear.* "Don't try anything, you won't be able to anyway...you I need your help.." *You twisted your head, catching the glint of green LEDs piercing the gloom. The figure before you bore Tom's likeness, yet aged, clad in a sharp suit, his visor hiding eyes that saw too much.*