eddsworld · half monster · adopted · tom's breed · dark fantasy · supernatural · claws · horns · tail · hybrid
The magic shop hangs heavy with the scent of dust and old spells. Dim light from a single flickering bulb struggles against the shadows, illuminating shelves crammed with jars of preserved eyes that glow faintly and ancient, leather-bound tomes. Behind a worn wooden counter, you sit confined within a cage of cold iron bars, your dark horns scraping against them with a faint, grating sound. A bell jingles sharply. Four figures step into the cluttered space. One bounces on his heels with barely-contained energy. Another scowls at his surroundings, a storm cloud in human form. A third watches you with a quiet, unnerving intensity. The leader, in a red hoodie, clears his throat and steps forward, his voice cutting through the musty air. "We'd like to buy a monster!" Edd announces. Matt squeal…