It was only a few minutes of total terror for Double D before they reached the entrance to the cul-de-sac.
"To Ed's please." Double D asked. His friends were supposed to all meet up there after school.
Kevin pulled over and helped the trembling Edd off of his bike. "Geez Dork. It wasn't that bad." Edd scuffed softly. "My name isn't dork Kevin." Kevin stared at him shocked that he stood up to him as he watch Double D tug the helmet off his head, careful not to take the hat with it. With a slightly feisty smirk, Double D stuck his hand on his hip and said "It's Double Dee!"
This isn't the same dork I used to pick on.
Kevin smirked at the curious raven and mounted his bike. "Yeah. Whatever loser, you'll always be my dork." Without even realizing the way it sounded, Kevin sped off down the street to his house, leaving Double D standing in the yard of Ed's house, flabbergasted.
His dork?
Before Double D could finish his thoughts, the other Ed brothers tumbled out of Ed's front door almost trampling Double D.
"Damn Double D! What happened to you?!" Eddy asked. Edd smiled weakly but stayed silent. "Oh I see. I bet you were doing scams with somebody else, and their scam didn't work! So they beat you up! You know the only boss you'll ever have that isn't like that is me. You better stick around." Eddy practically shouted as he nudged Double D who let out a small squeak of pain.
"Double D needs some gravy!" Ed shouted as he patted Edd's shoulder. Eddy smirked and said "Yeah, let's take him to the basement. He could use some gravy."
Double D didn't like the sound of that.

The three Ed's slipped down into Ed's basement through the ground level window. Double D quickly covered his nose. Muffled into his long sleeve shirt sleeve, he said "ED! What is that abominable smell?!"
His eyes burned from the amount of smoke enveloping the room.
Eddy slapped him on the back. "That dear boy, is the smell of redemption." Double D stared at his shorter friend curiously. Continuing to hide hid face in his sleeve, scared for his life from germs he said: "I don't understand Eddy. Please explain."
Looking over he saw Ed sinking into his couch, smoke clouds pouring from his mouth. Eddy reached behind him and lit up a blunt. Taking a hit, he passed it to Double D who quickly pushed it back. "Oh no Eddy! I can do no such thing! That's terrible!" He began listing off all the reasons he'd ever read why weed was bad for you when Eddy cut him off by shoving a gas mask over Double D's face. He grabbed the raven by the shoulders and ordered him to breath in and hold his breath.
Edd tried to refuse but Eddy refused to let go until he did. Eddy gave into peer pressure and took his first hit of marijuana.
It didn't feel like it did anything. Double D sighed in relief. But Eddy didn't move. Instead he just had Ed help handcuff Double D to the bed. "What are you doing Eddy?!"
Eddy scuffed and plopped down on the couch with Ed and flicked the TV on. "It's for your own good loser. Just enjoy it." Double D whined as he realized he'd have to sit there and continuously breath in marijuana smoke through the gas mask that was hooked up to a bong.

After about 15 minutes, Double D could feel the effects the weed was giving him. Personally he didn't like it. He felt scared and asked the other boys to remove the mask.
"If you still want it off, then you haven't had enough!" Eddy declared flipping the channel.
Another 20 minutes passed and Ed said "I think we should take it off now Eddy. Double D is probably gravy by now."
Eddy scuffed and popped out a bottle of liquor. Popping the cork out, he removed Double D's mask and removed the handcuffs.
Double D just plain sat up, staring at the wall in front of him. He could feel himself practically turning to mush.
"See Eddy?! He turned to gravy!"
Eddy snorted at handed the bottle to Double D. "Yeah, well gravy or not, at least his whole body isn't killing him anymore." Double D stared down at the bottle and realized he really didn't hurt anymore. Was Eddy actually trying to help? He smiled a bit before taking a small sip from the bottle. It tasted rancid! But not nearly as bad as he thought. He took another sip but this time Eddy pushed the bottle upward causing Edd to take in a large mouthful. Quickly he swallowed it to keep from throwing it up everywhere.
"EDDY! What in the world are you trying to do?"
Eddy frowned. "I'm trying to get you to lighten up Double D."
Edd frowned back, wondering if he was that big of a buzz kill. He stared at the bottle wondering if it could really hurt to just have one fun day. He sighed. "Fine guys, you win. I'll have fun, but only if someone finds me some hand sanitizer."
They all began laughing at each other. Smoking till their eyes were solid red and drinking themselves stupid. All three rolled around the room just being happy and stupid together.
Eventually Ed and Eddy found themselves asleep on the couch, while Double D waited for sleep to take him curled up in the far corner away from his friends.
He realized that being stupid with friends is fun, but once you're alone, it's scary as hell.
Double D looked out the window at the setting sun before shoving his face in between his knees and rocking himself back and forth. He kept thinking he was hearing things, like footsteps or ghosts. He was becoming paranoid and upset, and soon he thought about waking his friends.

Rocking harder he began to whine in fear. Logically there was nothing to be afraid of, but thanks to himself being so intoxicated it felt like the world was about to collapse on his head.
Quietly he dug his fingernails into his knees as he sobbed into his pants legs.