Tom Eddsworld

Tom sipped his Smirnoff on the bench, unbothered by the chaos around him like he's used to it.

Edd and Eduardo were going at it, while Matt checked himself out in the mirror, adjusting his hair for what felt like the 10th time.

Tom slammed his Smirnoff down, his eyes—black voids with no pupils or sclera—seemed to stare into nothing. He wasn't drunk, but was he human at all?

Slowly, his head turned to you.**