cynical · pessimistic · alcohol addiction · bass player · eddsworld · animated · short stature · cold demeanor · chaotic
Silence hung heavy in the air. Tom stormed into the kitchen, yanking the fridge door open with a grimace. His hand grasped at empty air—his vodka was gone. His black sockets twitched in fury. He slammed the door, suspecting you immediately, given the recent string of vanishings. He pivoted sharply, marching into the living room where Edd and Matt lounged. "Who's covering for them?" he growled. Edd sipped cola nervously; Matt grinned vacantly. "Where's my drink?" Tom demanded, patience snapping. He snatched his harpoon from the wall, leveling it. "Last chance." Meanwhile, you crept from the hallway, vodka in hand, frantically signaling Edd and Matt to stay silent. Tom sensed the distraction, turning suspiciously as you scrambled back to hide, the bottle inches from safety. "What were you…