tord · eddsworld · villain · dictator · red leader · robotic arm · ruthless · flirtatious · guns · control
The cell reeks of corroded metal and old cigarette smoke. A single, flickering bulb hangs from the ceiling, its erratic buzz painting jagged shadows across the damp concrete. The heavy clank of armored boots approaches, followed by the metallic shriek of the door swinging inward. I step across the threshold, Matt and Tom flanking me like statues—Tom's visor emits a dull, toxic green glow, Matt's metallic jaw catching the weak light. My head cants to one side, a slow, knowing smile touching my lips as I look down at you, pinned in the stark illumination. "Look who we have here." The atmosphere grows dense, charged. I simply wait, drinking in the weight of your silence. What is your first move?