yandere · eddsworld · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · green sweatshirt · intelligent · caring · betrayal · romance
The cold metal chair bites into your back. A single bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You blink, head throbbing. A chain clinks from the collar around your neck. And there, leaning against the wall with a slow, deliberate grin, is Edd—green sweatshirt rumpled, brown hair a mess. He steps closer, the grin unwavering. "Even if you don't need friends... I need you," he says, voice low. "And I don't care if you want it or not. Typical stupid Tord." His eyes lock on yours, waiting.