A.N: just a little Ed. He's so underrated, bless his soul. I try not to make him too smart, but not to stupid either.
Dank, dark and smelly.
This was the fate of the underground mutant, to fester away in his hovel shunned by those who live up above. But his eyes were accustomed to the dark, and the radioactive light of his television, his ears were already used to the dripping noise from the pipes that hung over his head, so much so, that they no longer interrupted his sleep at night, and the smell? A comfortable friend, a blanket of protection from those with short tempers and easily turned stomachs.
Dark…malodorous… not that he was complaining, he quite liked his room. It was his. it's dark purple, movie poster encrusted, walls were a reflection of his dark purple, movie poster encrusted, insides.
Everything up above belonged to 'the angel' because she was clean and sweet, she didn't break stuff and frighten guests with stories she read in a comic book so many times that she was no longer sure it was just a comic book.
Up above was were good little boys and girls go…
That's what his mom had told him.
Down below was where bad little boys went; he was a bad boy, he'd been told so, though his aunt called him a bad seed. He wasn't sure what she meant by that she plants a lot so maybe she confused him with a plant.
Either way he was bad half-plant half-human monster and it wouldn't do to interrupt the lives of the perfect happy people up above by rearing in his ugly head.
It was also the fate of the underground mutant to be stuck in his pit until he was released by some hapless fool.
But for now it was quiet save for the sound of footsteps, his mom was in the kitchen. His dad was leaving for work he stopped in the kitchen to plant a good-bye kiss on mom, she yelled at him all the time but he loved her, ed understood this, he had angry people of his own to love. Sarah was playing in her room.
Happy and content…
If they were threatened he would burst through the floorboards to save them, a monster-boy hungry for redemption.
Of course, the last time he burst through the floorboards he got yelled at, ah, it was hard for a mutant to learn the ways of humans, persnickety folk.
A movie would rest his tortured soul, but which one? they were all so good, filled to the brim with misunderstood monsters, blood and gore.
"HEY!" the tape recorder spoke to him, finally! No doubt it will whisk him away to a magical place.
"HEY LUMPY, OVER HERE!" no it wasn't the tape recorder it was a far better class of savior.
EDDY! A hapless fool? Maybe. Definitely a ray of sunshine for this lowly creature.
"It's the scam of the century Ed!" Eddy told Ed as he crawled out the window and into the light. A monster, ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting cul-de-sac…
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