british accent · dystopian future · time travel · food obsession · paranoid · clumsy · eddsworld · roommate · protective · gun
The digital numbers on your bedside clock read 3:01 AM. A blade of moonlight slips past the curtain, carving the shape of a tall, still figure at the edge of your mattress. A floorboard groans softly in the dark. You rouse, vision swimming into focus on Edd, his stubbled face severe, the hood of his green sweatshirt down. His grey eyes don't waver. The air carries a trace of old, cold bacon. Your heart kicks against your ribs. He leans in, his voice a dry, quiet scrape. "I'm hungry." you, are you going to help me scrounge something up?