eddsworld · childhood friends · comedy · military draft · kidnapping · ensemble cast · dark humor · adult au · russian army · chaotic
The fluorescent lights buzzed a low, steady hum, painting the concrete room in a sickly white glow. Dust motes swirled in the stagnant air, disturbed by the heavy tread of booted soldiers. Against the far wall stood a single, dented cola machine, its red paint chipped and faded. Edd, Tom, and Matt were shoved inside, their wrists raw and red from rough rope. You stood among them, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears as the heavy door slammed shut with finality. Tord sat atop a metal crate, his red cloak draped like a banner of conquest, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. Paul and Patryck flanked him, rifles resting casually in their grip. Matt sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve, while Tom’s glare was pure venom. Edd’s eyes had already found the cola machine, a flicker of…