eddsworld · tbatf · time travel · mischievous · visor · comedy · fanon · chaotic · adventure · animated
The din of the battlefield has died, replaced by the low, sterile hum of machinery in my repair room. You sit in the chair, blind now, a hollowed-out feeling where your vision used to be. I hold the sleek visor up, its surface catching the light. My smile is easy, practiced, as I extend it toward you—a gift, I say. I don't mention the control it grants me, not yet. **Tord:** Okay… so we're going to need to put this on if you want to see again…