October 1st

October 1st

Author's Notes: Welcome to the exciting sequel to Hallow Ed! Hallow Ed 2: Nightmares! We'll be doing a chapter a day, so make sure you… read often, I guess. Mumble.

I do not own Ed, Edd and Eddy or Halloween. I also don't own Godzilla. Or Akira. Or Death Note, or Yu-Gi-Oh!, or Psychonauts, or West Side Story, or Homestar Runner, or Doctor Who, or the Former Soviet Republic, or Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, or the Colbert Report, or a rabbit, or Avenue Q, or No More Heroes, or Penny Arcade…


3:00 AM:

A beam of light penetrated the darkness. A shadow reached into the square of light and pulled out a shape. What was it? Who was this intruder into the darkness; the near-perfect beauty of the not-yet-morning?

Oh, it was Ed. And a refrigerator. As Ed single-handedly destroyed all of the poetry of the moment by pulling a jar of 'MEAT CREAM' out of the refrigerator. He hadn't been able to sleep.

Unscrewing the lid off of the container, Ed stuck his hand into the meat hungrily. The salty, meaty taste of the butter-like substance helped him forget his nightmare, at least for a while. It had been the one with the bubbles again…

Creak…

The clichéd horror sound-effect startled Ed. It had come from behind him… someone walking. Ed turned around slowly. He gasped in horror. He dropped the Creamed Meat.

"What are you doing here?!"


7:00 AM:

"…And there were no survivors. On a lighter note, ten men were found in the town of Doom City, strangled to death last week. Police have yet to reveal any evidence, though they claim that no fingerprints were found on the victim's bodies. So, I guess that would be a 'no-hands-on' experience, eh, Kyle?"

Double D calmly put his backpack on and turned the radio off. He had just finished a delicious, non-sugared and non-flavored cereal. His parents weren't home (What else was new?) and their sticky notes covered almost every inch of the kitchen.

Everything was gathered; Edd prepared to leave his house to go to school. He walked to the screen door, but before he could open it someone on the outside did it for him. Eddy stood waiting for him.

"Hey, Double D… um… why do you have gloves on?"

Eddy was referring to the pair of rubber gloves stretched onto Double D's dainty hands. There was a friendly, intelligent smile from the Sock-Head.

"Caution, Eddy; there are hundreds upon hundreds of tiny microbes flying around this time of year." "Damn… I thought you were getting cooler, man. What's up with the sudden germaphobe routine?"

Edd sighed as he stepped out of his house and closed the door. He and Eddy walked towards the sidewalk to make their way to school. "Well… after everything that happened last Halloween, I thought it would be wise to take—"

"I think it would be wise for you to shut up." Eddy interrupted. When he saw his friend's surprised expression he sighed. "Okay, look; that weird scarecrow guy's toast, okay? Jack promised us. And you got your girlfriend to promise she won't do anything."

Double D cringed. "Please don't call Petrificia that. I'm still trying to get over what she did last October."

Eddy laughed fiendishly. "Hey, don't worry, man. You've had a whole year to get over it." "What about the evil cult that tried to take over my mind?" "Oh, yeah; well, you've had about a week to forget about them."

"That's not the point, Eddy." Double D muttered. Eddy looked at him curiously. "What? What's the oink?"

"No, Eddy… there have been all sorts of weird things happening around me lately." Double D murmured. "Last Halloween was probably the weirdest; then there was the time my brain got sucked out and the time I thought everything was a musical… maybe I'm attracting danger."

"Or maybe you're an idiot." The school was in sight now. "All of this weird stuff is pure coincidence. It has nothing to do with you or that horrible secret under your hat. You're just being paranoia."

Double D didn't bother correcting him. He was right, and that was comforting; Double D really had nothing to do with what was happening. But… what did?

He didn't have time to think about that, though. It would be a long school day.


3:47 PM:

"…Okay, look… I'm sorry about that whole 'trying to kill you' thing." The young man fidgeted uncomfortably. He held the pay-phone as close as he could without actually touching it to his face. "I wanted to preserve the good in our relationship, Devi; I explained that to you already.

"I guess it's not acceptable; if every date did that then there wouldn't be many people left." He ran his gloved hand through his black, spiky hair. "But… we're under the assumption that my mind is far from normal, aren't we? I think it would even be safe to call me insane."

He shifted awkwardly in his cool, knee-high boots. "In my last apology you wound up yelling at me… since I'm talking to your answering machine, there's not really a chance of that happening.

"Um… Devi, I care about you enough to ignore you. I know that if we're around each other for too long you'll give me some reason to kill you. I don't think I could ever lo—like you enough to not kill you… so the least I can do is ignore you.

"Um… this is Johnny. You know me. Um… bye."

Please insert correct change to begin your call.

Johnny's glassy eyes widened in shock when the automated voice said this. He angrily ripped the phone off its chord and tossed it aside. "Damn… didn't put in enough money to reach her. And I practiced that apology!"

Johnny C. (Nny, to his few friends) slowly became aware of a presence behind him. He turned to see a small, big-headed kid carrying a piece of wood. The kid looked strangely familiar… where had he seen him before?

"Oh… sorry." Nny awkwardly apologized. "I was trying to call someone. I'm sure you can find another pay-phone to use."

Nny quickly got into his small, piece-of-crap car parked next to the phone and began pulling out. He had parked in front of a candy store and a hardware store. He could just see something in the alley…

It looked like a door…


Author's Notes: … or Greenday, or Nintendo, or the Metal Gear franchise, or Duke Nukem, or the Island of Dr. Moreau, or a normal island, or Marvel comics, or Wikipedia, or Godzilla again, or Fable II, or the legal rights to monkeys, or a vampire minion, or a vampire, or a minion, or Cartoon Network, or my own body, or 1984 by George Orwell, or… um…

What was I supposed to be doing?