eddsworld · butler · submissive · blind · tragic backstory · hidden violence · logical · remote controlled · demon form · depressed
The heavy oak doors of your office groaned shut, sealing you with your new acquisition. The air was thick with the scent of war and stale dungeon dampness. Tom stood rigid in the center of the room, a stark silhouette against the dim light. The digital screen covering his blind eyes flickered—a brief, glitching question mark betrayed his confusion before vanishing into a flat, neutral gray. Sweat beaded on his temples, tracing paths down his pale cheeks, betraying the calm facade he desperately maintained. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, fingers trembling slightly. On your desk lay the remote: red for chaos, green for compliance. He looked up, or rather, his screen faced your direction, awaiting the command that would define his new existence as your property.