Bro's Play
Summary:
A story of obsession. How lust drives a man to desperate and mystical means and the consequences suffered by those involved. BRO IS CHUCKY. What else do ya need? Child's Play Spoof. A/U where BPS did not happen.
Triggers: Pedophilia, Major character death, Detailed descriptions of killings, Violence, Gore, Alcohol abuse, Physical violence, Stalking, Obsession, Mental instability.
Pairings include BroEdd and EddxEddy
Author's Notes:
DuoXKouga: Hey everybody! We're back again and we're getting really close to the end of this fic. Recent things have come up and I'll probably be more available. You'll see a new update from us in a week or two that will likely bring an end to this. We're hard at work on a new fic and Battygirl is working on her own story that is connected to this one which we'll go more into in the next chapter. Thank you again for the reviews and comments.
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Chapter 10: "Must Save The Eds!"
"Dammit!" Eddy grumbles, searching under his bed.
Not in the living room, not in my room…
"Where the fuck is it?"
Ed stands in the doorway, watching him. He's not sure what to say as Eddy runs around, frantically searching his bedroom. Finally, the shorter boy stops to think.
"We came in after we found the girls…" he mumbles, "Sat in the living room for a while…Me, Ed, and Double D came back here…" He pauses again, retracing his steps. "Back and forth…Then Sockhead le…"
Realization washes over him, drawing him to grimace.
"Double D…" he growls, "I bet he took it! He's the one who was bitching about it so much!"
"Double D wouldn't steal something…" Ed notes with a pout.
"Maybe not…" Eddy grumbles, "Or maybe this is the one exception…?"
He storms over to Ed, grabbing the front of his shirt.
"C'mon, Burrhead," he growls, "We're gonna go have a little chat with Sockhead."
"P-Please…" Edd whimpers, his breathing uneven as he tries to avoid the knife against his throat, "D-Don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you?" the voice echoes, surprised before laughing again, "I wouldn't dream of it, darlin'. Not as long as you cooperate."
Gulping down his fear, Edd carefully nods. The grip around his neck goes slack.
"Hold still," the voice demands.
The hold is removed altogether but he dares not move or turn around. He doesn't have, to however, because his assailant moves into his line of sight moments later. Edd's eyes grow wide in confusion as he comes face to face with Eddy's doll. It's moving on its own, grinning devilishly at him. The eyes that so unnerved him are full of a twisted mirth, but they remain unblinking. He scoots back on the bed until he's leaning against the pillows behind him.
"You look surprised," it laughs.
"Wh…How…?" Edd stutters, "I-Is this a joke…?"
"No joke, Princess," the doll snickers, stepping towards him, "I know it's a shock, but…don't worry. I won't always look like this."
Edd doesn't respond to that.
"How are you able to…"
He's interrupted as the doll grabs his wrist. Indignantly, he tries to pull away, but spots the knife again, halting his movements. To his chagrin, his wrists are bound together by duct tape.
"Wh-Where'd you get that?" he stutters.
"Found it."
Edd pouts, realizing that that's the best answer he'll get. After winding the tape around Edd's slim wrists several times, the doll bites the tape near the roll to more easily tear the piece off.
"There we go," it purrs, glancing up at Edd's face.
The wood somehow twists into a wider grin, reaching up to touch Edd's cheek. However, the grin becomes a grimace in a blink.
"Dammit…" it grumbles, "I can't feel it…"
"P-Please…" Edd whimpers, "Why are you doing this…? Wh-Who…Wh-What are you?"
The doll's cold eyes focus on his own again, as though they'd been staring off into space. It laughs at that.
"That's right…" it chuckles, "We aint been properly introduced, have we? 'Cept over a fuckin' phone call."
The wooden hands come up to cup the sides of Edd's jaw.
"D'ya remember that day, Princess?" it asks breathlessly, "I sure as hell do…The day I first heard your voice and you heard mine…Do you remember?"
Brow furrowed, Edd shakes his head. The doll scoffs.
"No, I guess you wouldn't…" it grumbles, taking its hands off Edd's face and moving them to rest on the boy's hands, "But that's okay. We got lots of time to catch up now. My name is Terry. Does that name sound familiar to you?"
Edd's concerned look morphs to one of understanding as it begins to dawn on him.
"You…" he murmurs, "You're Eddy's…You're his brother?"
The doll grins wickedly; "That's right, sweetheart. Very good."
"But…B-But how…?"
"My little darlin'," Terry chuckles, "That ain't important. What's important is that I'm finally here. With you."
"I don't understand…" Edd mumbles, "Why are you here? Why are you doing this? Why are you a…doll?"
The doll chuckles in answer, leaning closer to him. A noise downstairs halts his movements and he pauses to listen. The muffled voices of Ed and Eddy can just barely be heard downstairs. With a glare, Terry tears off another piece of duct tape, shoving it over Edd's mouth.
"Not a word," he growls, sitting himself down in Edd's lap.
He maneuvers Edd's arms so that they're around him before hiding the knife behind his back, between himself and Edd.
"And hold still," he demands softly, glancing back at him, "Like I said, I don't wanna leave marks on you just yet."
With that, he faces forward and goes still.
Moments later, the footsteps downstairs make their way up and down the hall to Edd's bedroom. The door bursts open, revealing a very irritable-looking Eddy and a concerned Ed on the other side. Wide-eyed, Edd wriggles in his bindings, his cries for help muffled by the tape. Eddy makes a disgusted face.
"Jeez Double D…" he guffaws, "Wouldn't have guessed you'd be into such weird shit…"
Edd releases a frustrated cry, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
Eddy shrugs; "Whatever…Fuck…I don't think I even want that thing anymore after this…" He turns to leave. "Do what you want with it."
"That's a shame, Pipsqueak."
Eddy stops dead before slowly turning back to Edd, his eyes wide as saucers. Edd follows his gaze to the doll. He's not moved at all.
Ed gasps; "Double D! How'd you do that?!"
Edd groans again, glaring in his direction. Eddy takes a careful step into the room.
"B-Bro…?"
"Yer gonna miss all the fun."
His mouth doesn't move at all, but his voice is very clear. Eddy comes a little closer.
"Wh-What happened to all that 'secrecy' bullshit?" he asks, his voice shaking, "I thought you said I couldn't tell anyone else — that you wouldn't talk to anyone else?"
"Change of plans, runt. I'm losin' my patience."
Eddy finally stops in front of the bed.
"Patience…?"
Terry doesn't respond at all drawing Eddy just a bit closer.
"How'd you do this to yourself, Double D…?" he mumbles, reaching his hand out towards the tape around Edd's wrists.
Edd gasps behind the tape as he feels the wooden hand adjust its grip on the knife that's against his stomach. Before he can try to warn his friend, the doll lashes forth, slashing at Eddy's hand. Eddy screams, jumping back in shock. His hand has a nasty gash across its back, which he cradles to his chest as he tries to calm himself. Ed is at his side in moments, ready to stand between him and the danger. When Eddy looks again, the doll has risen to his feet, his grin more malicious than ever. Terry brings his hand up and wags his finger at Eddy.
"No touching, Pipsqueak," he warns, lowering his hand again to pet Edd's knee, "That's mine."
Edd whines, trying to scoot away into his pillows. Terry turns to him completely, moving his hand from Edd's knee to his neck.
"In't he pretty all wrapped up like this?" he chuckles, "Like a gift…and all for me."
"What are you talking about?!" Eddy demands, "Why are you doing this?!"
Terry's face contorts into a hateful sneer as he glances back at his brother.
"This is what I been wantin' so damn bad all this time…" he growls, "Two fucking years of drinkin' myself sick to make myself stop wantin' this…" He scoffs a bit. "But the heart wants what it wants…and mine wants him."
He starts turning his head further so that he's facing Eddy completely.
"My other half…" he purrs with a frightening grin, "He'll complete me."
Edd whimpers in fear, looking to Eddy for some answer to what's happening. Eddy returns his confused look, shaking his head. He looks back at the doll.
"Y-You're talkin' crazy, Bro…" he stutters, moving closer, "Just…Just gimme the knife and…and we can talk this out, maybe?"
Terry jabs the knife at him, taking a step toward him.
"Back off!" he snarls, "Aint no talkin' to be done. Princess is mine. But before I can take him, I need you, which means you better fuckin' cooperate."
Eddy furrows his brow, glancing to Ed; "Wait…why are we so afraid of this thing? It's a doll." He glares at the toy. "Ed, fetch. And get rid of that knife."
Putting on his angry face, Ed stomps over to the doll. Terry growls, glaring up at the hulking boy. When Ed's close enough, Terry swipes at his chest, cutting his shirt and into his skin. Ed cries out in pain, stumbling back a step. Edd and Eddy focus their attention on Ed — afraid of how deep the knife may have cut. Eddy glances back to the doll, but freezes when he finds it gone. Edd follows his gaze, jumping a bit when he realizes it's disappeared.
"Shit…" Eddy hisses, looking around.
To his horror, he only just spots the doll slipping out of the room, cackling like a banshee.
"Wait here, Sockhead!" he cries, grabbing Ed's arm, "C'mon, Ed! We gotta catch that thing!"
Edd whines in protest, but they ignore him, opting instead to follow the toy through the house. As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Eddy feels suddenly exposed. Damn storm! The shadows created by the dark day outside have created a perfect cover for the figure scurrying about. They start walking around, panic sinking in as Terry starts talking again.
"Y'know, this is your fault, Pipsqueak."
The tiny footsteps echo around them. Taking a deep breath, Eddy turns to Ed.
"Stick together…" he whispers.
Ed nods before Eddy leads the way, following the voice from the foyer.
"You were so fuckin' obsessed with impressing your 'cool Bro' that you forgot how to treat yer only fuckin' friends."
Through the living room. A flash of lightning illuminates the entire room, blinding them for a split second. As the flash fades from his eyes, Eddy spots the doll racing from the room again. They follow.
"Hell, I bet you'd have gift-wrapped the little Princess for me if I'd asked you to!"
Eddy grits his teeth as they walk into the kitchen. He doesn't want to argue this. Not yet. Gotta find 'im first…
"And so ready to push away the big idiot here…"
He whips around, his eyes darting about in search of the doll. Ed leans against the counter, panting as he clutches his bleeding chest.
"And now yer gonna lose 'em…"
The cabinet above Ed suddenly opens and a frying pan collides with the boy's head, sending him to the floor.
"Ed!" Eddy cries, sliding to Ed's side.
Ed doesn't respond, drawing Eddy to panic again. He presses his ear to Ed's chest, holding his breath as he listens for something — anything. The faint beating of Ed's heart draws a relieved sigh from him. Thank god…
The relief is short-lived, of course, as the doll jumps from the cabinet to latch onto his back. The knife is pressed to his throat.
"Hold still!"
Eddy does his best to follow the command spoken through the wooden teeth, wincing in fear.
"C-C'mon, Bro…" he whimpers, "Y-You wouldn't…Y-You wouldn't kill me, would ya?"
He hears Terry scoff at that; "Not yet…"
His heart drops a little at that. Above them, they hear footsteps. Double D…? Terry chuckles a little.
"Sounds like Princess got loose…"
The footsteps race down the steps and towards the kitchen.
"Ed?!" they hear Edd cry, "Eddy?!"
"D-Double D…" Eddy tries to warn.
The knife presses harder against his throat, it's tip drawing a drop of blood in warning. Edd arrives in the kitchen, stopping dead as he happens upon the scene.
"Great timing, beautiful," Terry laughs, "We're goin' for a ride. So get over here and hold onto me while Pipsqueak here takes care of the lug head."
Breathless, Edd's eyes move back and forth from Ed's unconscious body to Eddy, hesitant about what to do. Eddy winces a bit.
"Just…Just do what he says, Sockhead," Eddy advises, his voice wavering.
Gulping down his unease, Edd steps forward, his hands shaking. With an eager smile, Terry releases Eddy, reaching towards Edd. Shuddering, Edd lifts the doll up under his arms like a child. The second Terry is close enough, he wraps his own arms around Edd's neck for support, drawing Edd to cringe.
"Much better," Terry purrs, stroking Edd's jaw. He grimaces as he casts a glance back to Eddy. "You; carry that idiot out behind us."
"What?!" Eddy guffaws as he rubs his neck, "You really think I can carry Ed?!"
Keeping one arm around Edd's neck, Terry points the knife towards Eddy.
"Just do it, ya little shit," he snarls, "I aint about to leave any evidence behind. Not when that fucker knows who I am and can clue people in to where we're goin'."
Eddy pouts; "Can't Double D help…?"
"Fuck no," Terry snaps before nestling himself more comfortably in Edd's arms, "I aint gonna let my little Princess lift a finger ever again."
Eddy groans, but protests no further. The knife in the doll's hand has him worried for Edd's safety. Gotta wait till he's not got a knife to Double D…or me. Rising to his feet, he carefully hoists Ed over his back, grunting against the strain of the taller boy's weight. Even so, he manages to hold steady and, when he feels comfortable enough with the hold, he glances up to Edd. The sight makes him wretch as he spots the doll leaving chaste kisses to his friend's jaw. Edd himself is grimacing against the touches, but is clearly too afraid to stop them. Eddy clears his throat, drawing Terry's irritable attention.
"So…where to…?" he grumbles.
Terry nods his head towards the doorway; "Out the back."
Eddy sighs, adjusting Ed on his back, before nodding to Edd to start walking. Reluctantly, Edd does so, turning to walk to the back door.
Under Terry's direction, the boy's make their way slowly through the rain. Using the loose boards to slip out of the fence behind Edd's house, they make their way behind a few houses before coming across a nearby street corner.
"Here we are…" Terry announces smugly.
"Finally!" Eddy whines through his panting, "I'm fuckin' soaked and my back is killin' me!"
"Suck it up, Squirt," Terry scoffs, retrieving a set of keys from the small pocket in his jacket, "And pop the dead weight in the trunk."
"The what?!" Eddy echoes in disbelief.
Only now does he glance up and spot a car at the corner, covered in dents and scrapes. His brow furrows.
"Isn't that dad's car…?"
"Did I stutter, Pipsqueak?" Terry asks, glaring at him, "Put that idiot in the fuckin' trunk." He looks to Edd, smiling dreamily. "Now, take us to the car, sweetheart. You n' me are gonna get nice n' comfy while Pipsqueak takes care of yer little friend."
Edd sighs in defeat before approaching the car. Terry hands him the keys, which he uses to unlock the passenger door. With the door open, Terry wriggles from Edd's arms to hop in first. He then turns back to Edd, grinning deviously as he holds his hand out for Edd to take. After a quick glance at Eddy, Edd reluctantly reaches his hand in to allow the doll to grasp it as he slides into the seat. Before anything else, Terry grabs the seatbelt and throws it over Edd, tracing the boy's jaw with his finger.
"Safety first, Princess."
Rolling his eyes, Edd pulls the door shut beside him. With that done, Terry turns to the driver's seat and walks over to the steering wheel. It's now that Edd spots the small stack of phone books in the seat and the brick in the floor. Did he use those to drive…? No wonder this vehicle is so damaged…
Terry inspects the wheel for a moment before finding what he's looking for and reaching down to pop the trunk. After unlocking the driver's side door for Eddy, he inserts the key in the ignition to start the car and turn on the heat. He nearly skips back over to Edd, eager to touch him again. He cups Edd's cheeks in his hands, studying his face.
"God, yer so much prettier than those pictures…" he breathes, "I can't wait to finally feel your skin beneath my fingers."
Another disgusted shiver races down Edd's spine, but again, he doesn't object. He can feel the handle of the knife against his face. Of course he wouldn't put that thing down…He spots the doll looking past him, likely out the back window. The car jerks and heaves as Ed is loaded into the trunk. There's a pause before the inevitable slamming of the lid, but the sound is hesitant and careful. Moments later, Eddy approaches the driver's side of the car and opens the door to address his brother.
"Um…What now…?"
"Get in the car," Terry commands, "It's yer lucky day, Pipsqueak. Yer gonna get a crash course in driving."
Of course, Eddy looks unsure, but follows the command, sliding onto the phone books in the seat behind the wheel. He looks over the steering wheel worriedly.
"Bro…" he whines, "I dunno about this. I've never actually driven a car before…I dunno what to do!"
"It aint' hard, Pipsqueak," Terry scoffs, "It's already started. Just put it 'er gear and get goin'."
Taking a deep breath, Eddy takes the gear shifter in hand and cranks it to drive. The car lurches forward, drawing him to panic and stomp his foot on the brake.
"Easy!" Terry growls, "I'll give ya directions. Just drive already!"
Eddy shoots him a glare; "Dad'll be pissed when he finds out I took the car for a joy ride…"
"Just shut up and drive before I kick your fuckin teeth in!"
"Alright, alright!" Eddy groans, "Which way do I go?"
"Turn us around and drive past the cul-de-sac."
With that, Eddy follows the direction, jerking the car around and taking off down the road.
To say the drive is rough is an understatement. Terry is perhaps the worst driving instructor ever to instruct a driver. However, roughly thirty minutes in and after barely managing to make it onto the highway, Eddy's finally got the hang of it. He's still shaky, but the long stretch of road has him a little more relaxed.
Other than directions, the trip is silent for the learning curve. But now that he's more comfortable behind the wheel, Eddy decides it's time to break the silence.
"Terry…" he murmurs.
The doll glances to him from his spot in Edd's lap, looking none too pleased to be distracted from cuddling up to his captive.
"What?" he scoffs.
Eddy pauses, trying to think of how to ask this.
"What…Wh-What happened to you?" he asks, trying to keep his eyes on the road, "How…Why are you a…a doll?"
Terry observes him for a moment before curling back up against Edd's middle, his head resting on the boy's upper arm.
"It's complicated," he replies, "And I don't feel like goin' into it any more than that."
"Oh come on, Bro!" Eddy groans, "Can't ya make it simple for me?"
Edd turns to him, glaring at him intensely.
"Really?!" he snaps, "What about anything that's happening right now could possibly be simplified?! You are, at this moment, driving your father's vehicle — illegally, mind you — we're traveling what is likely hours away from home and we're being held at knife-point by a psychotic living doll that just so happens to be your estranged brother. Nothing about this is simple! Of course it's complicated!"
Eddy hunches a little in his seat, looking like a child that's just been scolded by his mother. He shifts a bit.
"Okay, yeah…" he mumbles, "But…mm…"
Terry laughs, reaching up to pet Edd's cheek; "Y'got more spunk then I expected…I like that."
Edd grits his teeth, cringing as he speaks; "Please, stop talking."
"Fuck that," Terry chuckles, "I been keepin' myself quiet for weeks. Now that I can talk freely to my little Princess, I aint about to shut up."
Edd glances at him; "Why must you insist on calling me that? I am not a female."
"Close enough," Terry moves to sit up and straddles Edd's waist, "Yer damn pretty like a girl…and I bet yer all frail like one." He laughs, pushing the neck of Edd's shirt aside a bit. "Bet you'll moan like one too…"
Edd scoffs in disgust, brushing his hand away; "What does any of that have to do with my gender…?"
Terry rolls his eyes; "Just let me have my fantasy! You be my pretty little Princess, and I'll be the strong knight that comes in to save you."
The glare Edd's giving the doll only grows more angry; "You've abducted my friends and me from our home — again, at knife-point — and have threatened us numerous times with bodily harm. What kind of knight would do that?"
"The best kind, obviously," Terry retorts with a shrug, "And don't you worry, we'll be gettin' rid of their dead weight soon enough…"
Startled, Edd glances to Eddy in worry before returning his attention to the doll.
"Wh…Why is that…?"
Terry shrugs, jabbing his thumb towards Eddy; "Well, his body will still be around, but he won't be." He nods towards the trunk. "And that other idiot back there is gonna have to go too unless he's willin' to cooperate with my orders."
"I don't understand…" Edd breathes, "What do you mean 'his body will be here, but he won't be'?"
That twisted smile grows wider; "Cuz I'm takin' over."
Edd's heart drops in his chest; "Wh-What?"
"I can't be stuck as a doll for the rest of my life," Terry explains, "Fuck that. I need a real body for you, Princess."
The tone of Terry's voice makes Edd's cheeks burn a light pink.
"Um…I-I'm not sure I understand why you'd need a body…for…me…?"
"Cuz I can't fuck you in this body, that's why."
The blush that had begun as a light pink burns a deep red as Edd tries to figure out how to respond to that. Eddy, however, has no trouble thinking of a reply.
"What're you talking about?!" he demands defensively, "I-I thought you were tryin' to help me get with Double D?!"
"Hah!" Terry scoffs, "Yeah right. I need your body so I can finally fuck 'im. Only reason I decided to help you was to get him used to the idea of gettin' fucked by your body." He sneers at his brother in disgust. "Course…you managed to fuck that up, didn't ya, Pipsqueak?"
With a groan, Edd pulls his hat down over his eyes; "Can we please change the subject?"
Terry turns to him, cocking his brow with a smirk.
"No way, sweetheart," he counters, "You need to get used to that idea quick. Soon as I get my new body, we ain't gettin' outta bed for a fuckin' week."
Covering his face with his hands, Edd tries not to wretch.
"You'd do that right after killing my best friend?!" he cries.
"That's what you're latchin' on to?!" Eddy cries, "Not the fact that he's gonna try to kill me?!"
Turning to him, Edd sighs; "I hate to be the one to point this out, Eddy, but I'm fairly certain this is your fault to begin with!"
Terry chuckles, leaning against Edd's shoulder as he checks his non-existent nails.
"Yeah, pretty much."
"What?!" Eddy cries, turning to them, "How is this my fault?!"
"Eyes on the road, Pipsqueak."
Eddy turns back to the road, swerving a bit as he tries to remain in his lane. Edd glares at him.
"You're the one who didn't throw this ugly thing away the second you received it," he spits.
"Aww…that hurts, darlin'," Terry says with a pout as he traces Edd's jawline, "You wouldn't really throw me away, would ya?"
Without even glancing at the doll, Edd replies; "Yes. Yes, I would."
"It was a gift!" Eddy cries back, "I couldn't just throw it away! But I still don't get how this is my fault! It aint like I asked my brother to go crazy and put himself in a doll!"
"No, but you did send me all those damn pictures…" Terry says.
Eddy's at a loss; "What?"
"The pictures," Terry growls, pushing himself up and away from Edd, "The never ending god damn pictures!" He steps toward Eddy menacingly. "None of this would've happened if you woulda just stopped sending them."
Edd looks at Eddy in disgust. "You sent him pictures of me?!"
"Well, yeah, but…" Eddy shakes his head; "Not just you! It was all of us! You, me, n' Ed. I just…I wanted to share things with my brother. And that included showing off my friends…I didn't know this would happen!"
"Yeah, well, you still sent them…" Terry continues, "I didn't even care about 'em at first…but you kept sending them. And you can't just bombard me with pictures of this gorgeous thing and expect me to not wanna fuck him!"
"I mean…yeah, I can, though?" Eddy scoffs back, his eyes flickering between the doll and the road, "I started sending pictures to you when we were all, like, eleven! What the fuck, Bro?!"
Edd wretches in disgust, covering his mouth. Terry grimaces in his direction.
"I aint proud of it, but yeah," he grumbles, "I've wanted to fuck him for the past couple years. But society has some kinda problem with a grown man fuckin' a kid half his age."
"No shit!" Eddy concurs, "Cuz it's fuckin' sick!"
Terry grits his teeth; "So I didn't. Instead, I started hittin' the goddamn bottle every day for two years till it fuckin' killed me." He calms a bit. "But before I died, I managed to find myself a temporary fix."
"Yeah, still wondering how that happened…" Eddy comments, "Mind explaining that?!"
Terry shrugs; "Good ol' fashioned voodoo."
Furrowing his brow, Edd looks down to think that over briefly before glancing at the doll again.
"Voodoo isn't…real."
"Really?!" Eddy guffaws, glaring at him, "You're really gonna try bringing yer bullshit anti-magic logic into this?! Can you think of a better explanation for my brother to have wound up in a doll?!"
Shifting in his seat a bit, Edd shrugs; "I suppose not…"
"Watch the tone, Pipsqueak," Terry warns, retrieving his knife from his inner jacket pocket, "I've had just about enough of listenin' to you talk to my little girlfriend like that."
"He aint your girlfriend!" Eddy snaps back.
"Maybe not yet," Terry glances at Edd with a smirk, "But after I'm outta this body…" His eyes shift back to Eddy, "and into yours…he will be."
Eddy cringes, trying to keep his eyes on the road to avoid even thinking about that.
"So…S-So what…?" he mumbles, "When you…When you're in my body, you…you're just gonna…go home and…pretend you're me?"
Terry shrugs, pocketing the knife again and sitting back down beside Edd.
"For a while, sure," he answers, "But the old man who taught me the voodoo shit said my new body would start to look like the original. So I'd only be stuck lookin' like you for a couple months or something." He smiles up at Edd. "So don't you worry, darlin'. I'll be all gorgeous again before ya know it."
He pauses, glancing back at Eddy. He hums thoughtfully.
"Sure hope my dick gets back to the right size quicker than anything else…"
Again, this draws a shudder from Edd. Eddy hunches his shoulders a little.
"So…why didn't you just take my body back at home…?" he mumbles, "Why are we going so far away?"
"Never got the chance to set everything up," Terry sneers back, "You never left me the fuck alone so I could set it up."
"Okay…" Eddy mumbles, "So, why do this now, then? Why not wait longer?"
Terry doesn't answer right away, staring at the road ahead.
"Take this exit."
Eddy sighs, but follows the direction. For the next several minutes, they sit in silence, the boys unsure of what else they could possibly say to this.
Finally, though, Terry does answer.
"I'm strapped for time," he murmurs, "If I didn't do this now, I'd have been found out…"
"…How…?" Eddy asks.
Terry glances at him, grinning wickedly.
"You can ask Dad that."
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