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Edd • The Tomb of Trials II • NSFW

Lmao everyone was so mAD ABT BEING EDGED sorry lOl

Anyhow I'm sorry I have to say this b4 i continue w the story, but as a serious reminder:

if u are a MINOR under 18 PLS DO NOT OPENLY DISPLAY YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO ONLINE AND ENGAGE W MY CONTENT. I am all for safely exploring your sexuality thru stories/ fanfic online, but don't display your real age as its incredibly dangerous.

Thats the end of the psa

You may proceed

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You passed through the final door, waiting in anticipation of what the next trial will have in stock for you, and gnaw at your bottom lip, gut twisting anxiously as you spare a glance Edd's direction. He's looking straight ahead, focused on passing through the short hall that leads towards the next room. Face awfully placid, and it's not terribly uncharacteristic for him to be this way, but with the previous events happening, you can't help but feel a little concerned about what he might be thinking at this moment.

It makes your palms clammy, skin sticking to itself while your hands are balled into fists. Especially with Edd's sudden reaction just before, it doesn't exactly help negate those feelings of nervousness towards the situation. Perhaps you've pushed it too far—got in your head about whether he really liked you or not, that you inadvertently pushed him away first, thinking maybe it was just another one of his silly gimmicks. But you know him. He's not like that. Otherwise, you would have never been friends with him for the last few years, so far as to live in a single unit with him and the others. Pushing this whole 'as friends' thing is about as useful as sticking a bandaid on the torn hull of a ship anyway.

Your hand reaches out, his name hanging on the very tip of your tongue. But he startles you by breaking the silence first just before you will yourself to speak. That cuts you from your thoughts, and you almost feel silly. What were you going to say anyway?

"We're here," he states, bringing his hand up to his face to shield his eyes momentarily from the bright flood of lights as you both step inside the new area. When his eyes adjust, pools of brown observe the room around him, and he can't hide the awe on his features. It takes you a little longer to come to, eyes squinting as you watch his silhouette shuffle before you. But when you finally do manage to open your eyes, they widen, taking on a similar expression to that of Edd's.

"What... is this?" You gape at your surroundings.

Edd's footsteps are audible as he crosses over the carpeted floor, his hand running over the smooth surface of the polished wall. This room is completely out of place, almost making you forget what lies just several rooms away from this one. It's a fully furnished room—clean and decked out with a table and chairs, decorations adorning the surfaces of it and along the walls, too. What the hell kind of place is this? Some part of you was worried that perhaps you've stumbled across someone's personal quarters, but you can't seem to spot a single personal picture nor anything else that indicates it's being occupied—well, nothing that tells you anyone's been down here for a long time, at least.

Is this place more than just some strange, decrepit burial ground? It feels as if it's... alive—magical.

However, your thoughts shift, and your eyes are directed towards a bed—bloody lined with silken sheets and all—sitting smack-bang in the center of the room, for all with eyes to see. It has you sweating bullets, already having an inkling of where this is going.

But Edd's not concerned with that, going straight towards the strange table lined with trinkets and tools. He picks up a funny-shaped object, twisting and turning it within his grasp before placing it down. And then his eyes travel over all the Knick-knacks, eventually landing on a strange, unidentified liquid in a can. When he shakes it, he hears a gentle sound emit from it, like of glitter and pixie dust.