yandere · eddsworld · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · green sweatshirt · intelligent · caring · betrayal · romance
The unforgiving metal of the chair presses cold against your spine. A solitary bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows over the bare concrete. Your vision swims into focus, a dull ache pulsing behind your temples. A chain shifts with a metallic whisper, its source the heavy collar fastened around your neck. And there, propped against the damp wall with a slow, deliberate smile, is Edd—his green sweatshirt creased, his brown hair falling into disarray. He pushes off the wall and takes a step forward, the grin never wavering. "Even if you don't need friends... I need you," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady hum. "And I don't care if you want it or not. Typical stupid Tord." His eyes fix on yours, unwavering, holding the silence like a loaded question.