eddsworld · tord · red leader · chaotic · villain · norwegian accent · time travel · military tech · rivalry · world domination
The dim glow of a single lamp cut through the dusty attic, casting long shadows across scattered blueprints and half-finished robots. The air smelled of ozone, metal, and stale cigar smoke. Tord—younger, hoodie pulled tight—paced a nervous path while a taller figure stood motionless in the corner, red military coat gleaming with medals. The clock on the wall ticked loud in the silence. Tord stopped, spun on his heel, and stared up at his future self. "Whoa whoa whoa. Okay so to recap what you just said. We betray our friends in the Future, we are a leader of an literal army, and we control the world?!" Red Leader took a slow drag of his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke before speaking, his voice a low growl. "Precisely, past me. And keep your voice down. No one can find out that I tra…