Hey, last chapter of the arc. I hope you like it.

Alright, time to talk about the elephant in the room. No. Unless I emphatically state that one of the introduced characters are from the show, they're not. I'm doing this because I hate OC's, the show had a minimalist cast, and I'm using said cast as a base for those OC's.

Oh, and yes. I am getting 'emotional' in this story. There will be depth. All that.

Anywhoooooo, onto the show.

Please enjoy, read and review, ect.

Edd LLC

Arc 2

Chapter 4- You're just burning it?

Luckily, there was only one last delivery left on the route that day. It wasn't too out there, either. Still far from Downtown where the deliveries had started, but much closer to where the Kankers had lived.

Though grittier.

The streets had potholes. The chain link fences were either rusted, bent, or pulled down. More than one building on the street had all its windows boarded up. Though, for all that, not one sign of territory markings, only one homeless guy collecting cans. The creepiest car on the street was the one Double D was driving.

All together, it reminded Double D of when he first moved in with the Ed's at the junkyard. Where each of them had to work two part time jobs. All on food stamps and coupons. Even then, the trio maybe had a meal a day. All to save up to buy the tools and supplies that Double D couldn't make on his own from the random refuse in the junk yard. Only a step away from being truly homeless.

"Not too bad?" Double D muttered as he parked his van between a chained up moped and a car sitting on cinder blocks. "I've been on the wrong side of the tracks too long."

Double D's head shot up. The Ed famous for saying the wrong thing turned his head back toward the Kanker to his right. She hadn't moved. Not once. She just kept sitting there, looking out the window. Double D slumped back into his seat, uncomfortable as all hell.

"Lee, I-"

"You have reached your destination!" The Robotic voice of the GPS announced.

Double D glowered at his phone. Suddenly, Lee moved. She turned away from the passenger window and slid between the two seats to the back of the van. Double D tilted his head at this before the whole van was flooded with a wave of afternoon summer sun, fallowed by a clunking flop. Looking back, the Ed saw that the Kanker had shoved out the last package of the day onto the street outside. The Ed was about to say something before Lee tossed her work phone at him and just plopped down on the makeshift bunk he pulled out earlier. Laying there, staring at the ceiling of the van. Her arms and legs spread wide. Honestly, Double D was a little surprised Lee had enough room for that

"Goodbye."

"Ooookay." Double D sighed, looking down at Lee's work phone in his hand. The customer knew he was there and ready for him. "I-I'll just go take care of this. Yo-You just..." Lee grumbled at him. "Right."

Double D left the van. Turns out the package Lee shoved to the ground was a box. A big one. Around the size of his utility pack. About just as heavy too, judging by how hard it was just to shove the thing over onto its side.

Double D shook his head as he looked where he'd be lifting the lousy thing. It was another apartment building. The second one Double D had to go to that day. Unlike the Kankers, it wasn't colorful, tall, or modern. It was squat and old. Around the turn of the century and made from dull red bricks.

"Still a step up from 'Ed Manor'."Double D grumbled as he gripped the last package of the day and dragged it with all his might. Which, after hours of heavy lifting and mind games with no food… it took a bit just to go from the car to the front door.

During one of the many breaks he took, Double D decided to check his hidden camera's inside the van. Lee was… crying. Lee was crying. Double D cut the feed and remotely locked the van with his keys. Double D shook his head as he finished his little trek. No surprise, the door was locked. Double D hit the buzzer to the apartment number on the work phone.

"Ummm, hello. This is pick up artists. I've got your packa-"

The door buzzed open and the Ed waddled in. To Double D's own surprise, the last customer of the day that wasn't actually his customer, wasn't on some high up floor with a broken elevator. It was actually the first door to his left. The Ed smiled, eager to just be done as he knocked on the door. It opened- oh god.

He was big. Not tall. Not muscular. Not like the other folks the scrawny Ed had run into that day. No. This customer was fat. Just fat- and round. But that's not what stuck out about him though. The smell. The sheer stench of the customer. He looked and smelled like a man who hadn't showered in days, if not more. His pale blond hair was long and ragged. It reached down to his shoulders even as his scalp was going bald in patches. The man's shirt alone would've been a blanket for Double D, but it was stretched to its limit on this man. The faded blue shirt and dull white sweat pants were covered in stains. So much so, only part of the logo was visible.

"Jimmy jo-."

Suddenly, a memory of his last summer of middle school popped into Double D's head. During one of the many scam's they pulled, the Ed's managed to con a neighbor kid into binging junk food all day. The poor kid somehow grew a full story tall and his own legs couldn't reach the ground from sheer girth. The Ed had forgotten the for poor boy's name after so long. For some reason, Double D thought of that as he met his last customer.

"Ummm, hel-"

"You're not the usual girl." The last customer said, his two chins jiggled through the scraggly beard on his neck.

Double D's eyes widened at that. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of the previous customer, who wouldn't let go until a fist turned his face into an a***. Double D could only imagine what would've happened if he disobeyed Lee's order to stay in the car and got involved in that mess- or worse, and met the man by himself instead of the pretty girl he was obsessing over.

This customer wasn't some lazy soccer dad. 'Jimmy' here might not be the muscle head from this morning, but a hundred pounds of blubber was a decent substitute for a sucker punch.

Double D suddenly remembered that Lee had always kept him in the van whenever she had a male customer. He hadn't understood it before. Sure, the soccer dad was probably a bad case- but Double D's short time with Lee that day... He could buy it wasn't far from the norm, either. The incident with the muscle head neighbor that morning was solid proof.

"Ohhh, she's-"

"Whatever." 'Jimmy' shrugged, half his body rolled with his shoulders like jello. "You got the thing I ordered?"

"Yes!" Double D cheered. He cheered. The hardest working Ed was so ready to be done. His smile was practically jumping on his face as Double turned the package so it was standing up. "Yes, I do indeed. Right here, sir. Now if you could please E-sign." Double D held out Lee's work phone.

"Uh-huh." Jimmy said, looking down at the package before chugging half a can of monster in one go. The wall of blubber in front of the Ed u-undulated, outright undulated, with each gulp. Double D remembered that all the times Lee did that to him was much more appealing. This Neckbeard gave the box a sour look. "Hey, you set it up for me?"

"Um, what?" Double D asked.

"You do that, right?" Jimmy asked, chugging the last of his monster. "I heard you guys do that?"

"Oh, uh. One moment." Double D said holding up Lee's work phone. He just wanted to be done. The Ed was praying to the gods of probability and suicide rates that he wouldn't have to do what his not customer asked. The gods answered the man of science's prayers."Apologies, we do not. Or at least, you didn't special order for that."

"Shit." Jimmy spat, he actually spat. A green glob of slime hit the floor. If Double D hadn't hopped away at the last second, it would've landed on his leg. Exhausted or no, when you live with a man that loves filth and can bench press a house, you learn to move. Regardless, the Ed hoped it was from the energy drink.

Jimmy gave Double D a look. A squint really. He took a step forward, out of his apartment and into the hallway. The man of mustard stains and sweatpants did his best to look down at the Ed. It didn't work, he was the same height as Double D.

"Why would I do that?" Double D asked, more afraid of the stench than the man himself.

"B-Because." Jimmy stuttered, squinting at the Ed again. Double D wondered if he was trying to glare at him. Oh, and he was standing on his tip toes now. Jimmy didn't go up an inch. Even puffing out his chest, as much as he could, anyway. Double D gave him a look. He almost felt sorry for this guy. This was so bad. After a lifetime of bullying, empty bluffs, and being pushed around- this? This was just... sad.

"Oh, would you look at the time." Double D said, backing away. Jimmy kept squinting at the Ed before chugging the rest of his monster. "I'll just E-sign for you and call it a day."

"Fine." Jimmy burped, it was a long and HOT. It smelled like paint remover. Then he held up a crumpled green wade in his fingers. "How about a $20 tip."

"Oh lord." Double D cringed, covering his face best he could as he swatted the air away around him. The Ed glanced at the wad in his hand. It looked it went through the wash, a couple of times. But there was just enough to see that the green paper had the right president on it. "You're serious?"

"I don't wanna do it." Jimmy crumpled up the can and tossed it into the hallway. It fit right in with the other filth dotting the floor. "Sooo?"

Double D thought about it. From the back pocket of this walking pile of filth or not, it was probably all he was going to get for all the work he put in that day. Lee was a misleading trickster at the best of times. By her own words, she hated paying for something she could get for free- Like the hard labor of a famous push over. Honestly, Double D would be lucky if he got gas money out of any of this. That crumpled bill being it. Double D sighed, he didn't want to do this.

"Hold on. Let me call my... 'supervisor'." Double D looked at his hidden camera feed again. The Kanker was still crying. Whimpering really. But there were still tears rolling down the side of her face. The Ed cut the feed and grabbed the package. "Alright."

Jimmy nodded as he opened the door for them. Well, he kicked it. Apparently there was a full trash bag behind it. The second Jimmy forced the door back, the bag spilled open all over the floor in front of the door frame. Jimmy walked right through the filth without a care. A wad of gray mush rolled out, it was wriggling as he stepped on it.

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Double D gulped, remembering he left his homemade hazmat gear back in the van.

As it turns out, the neat freak Ed was not exaggerating.

It was hell.

The place was a mess. No. A sty. There was garbage everywhere. Literally, everywhere. Double D wished it was just fast food wrappers and old soda cans. There were clumps. Piles. Some that reached as high as Double D's head. Only some of it the Ed could describe. And the smell? He... He... He couldn't breath. Double D rushed to the nearest window. The scrawniest Ed pushed the assorted trash out of the way and forced it open. The lock on the thing actually snapped off and out of sight. Sweet, sweet air poured in. Double D all but jumped out the window to escape the stench and get his oxygen.

"Huh, you know we're on the first floor right?" Jimmy asked, his voice garbled. "Can't kill yourself jumping out the window."

"Wh-what is wro... oh lord." Double D gagged, turning back around. Only to discover that in his rush for air, the Ed dashed through a pile of the filth to the window. Looking down, Double D found that his entire lower body was slathered in a layer of greasy rot. Its putrid miasma was already burning his nose. Double D turned back around and started heaving, but there was nothing in his gut to come out.

So he just kept retching out the window.

"Hey asshole!" Jimmy yelled at him, or burped, really. But there was clear anger in his voice. "You knocked over my collection."

"H-Huh?" Double D grumbled, standing back up.

The Ed gave the apartment a second look. It was a room. Just a single room. It was tiny. The only furniture was a lawn chair, a fridge, and a few of shelves. Only a simple sleeping bag in the corner. The rest of the place was layered with garbage. That's where the rotting filth stopped... and the creepy filth started.

The walls themselves were covered in posters. All of them famous anime girls. Each one in very suggestive poses and revealing clothing. Looking at the shelves, Double D could see figurines of the same. Only with different themes. Some were school girls. Some were ninja girls. Space, magic, monster. It kept going.

Their underwear, when they had them, were on full display. One entire shelf was filled with prepubescent figurine girls with just strings of fabric covering them. That last one was marked 'lolicon'. The shelf Double D tilted over was the only one that wasn't anime. It was filled with colorful cartoon horses from 'my little pony'. All of them, just as creepily erotic as the others.

The nerd Ed recognized all of them. Not for how one might think. Over the years, Eddy had tried to market not just Double D's nerdy talents, but his interests- or what he thought were his interests. Even when the 'Company CEO' discovered his team geek wasn't an 'Otaku', Edd LLC still tried.

It failed.

Though Double D was still forced to do the research on it. From that experience, Double D knew that all the figurines were expensive- or at least rare. Some weren't even sold in the U.S. Some weren't even legal. Of which, just added to their value. Honestly, if Jimmy didn't use his money on such things he could be living in the same apartment that would take three Kanker sisters to pay for.

It was kind of fitting, actually. A core of filth, wrapped in a shell of twisted beauty.

A rotten hobby, in a rotten room, on a rotten street, all by a rotten man.

"Oh, um. Apologies." Double D backed away, more sorry he touched it than anything else.

"Well?" Jimmy asked, pointing to the package. It was an IKEA couch. A cheap one. Just big enough to lay in. "Get to it."

"N-No." Double D stuttered, the smell still burning his nostrils. The clap of a car door slamming shut echoed behind him. "I'm not doing that."

"Don't you want the twenty?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm not staying in this room another minute." Double D announced, stepping toward the front door. He could feel the grease slathered over his legs soaking through his pants. He had to get out. Jimmy waddled in his path, squinted at him again, and gave Double D the finger. Double D opened his mouth to talk, but he was suddenly pulled back out through the window by his undershirt. The klutzy Ed fell to the ground for the hundredth time that day. Just like all throughout that day, Lee was standing over him. She looked exactly as she had when Lee first coerced him into helping her, with no hint of the days later... drama.

"Hello handsome." Lee teased, smiling down at him. The Ed's undershirt still in her grip and stretched to its limits.

"Hello Lee." Double D sighed, and discovering the dirt he landed in was actually hard and very sharp gravel dotted with cigarette buds. The neat freak Ed knew he should be throwing a fit for that, but honestly, he was just glad to get out of the filth box.

"Hey, you're the usual girl." Jimmy waddled up to the window, his body jiggling with each step. His eyes were right on Lee's chest. The guy wasn't even trying to hide it. Somehow, it made Double D feel dirty.

"And you're the sex offender." Lee said, loudly, unhappily.

"Why did you call me that?" The neck beard asked, offended. "I have a name."

"What? Like what's on that same ugly shirt you wear, every day." Lee pointed at the blue tarp stretched over 'jimmy's torso. The 'jimmy johns' logo all but gone. The neck beard actually hopped back a step, pure fear on his face. Lee gave him a look as she gave him the finger. "Oh, and yeah. I ate your sandwich. You're not getting one today."

"The hell, I paid for that!"

"Do something." Lee dared, folding her arms at the neck beard. 'Jimmy', for his part, his anger melted away in a flash. He looked like he was on the verge of crying, or slinking away, before he pointed at Double D. Still where Lee dropped him.

"He's still gonna set up the IKE-"

"Listen to me." Lee growled, grabbing Jimmy by his shirt and dragging him halfway out the window. His blubber put up more of a fight than the man himself. The neck beard couldn't fit through the window, he had so much bulk. "I've had a LONG day, and I'm not gonna put up with any more crap. Least of all from you. Now. Go back into your hole and hide from the world. Let yourself rot in your own mess until you die surrounded by things you could never have. That's all you're good for."

Lee let him go... and he started crying. Actually crying. Now, Double D did feel bad for him, right until tears and snot started dribbling down on the Ed's leg. Double D cringed as got to his feet. Cigarette butts and other refuse fell off of him. The Ed padded himself down as he heard Lee hollered to him as she strutted back to the van. Double D was about to do just that, and he saw the crumpled up twenty in the gravel, next to where he landed. It must've fallen out of his hand when Lee grabbed him. The Ed thought about this.

'Should I do this?' Double D asked himself. They would be committing theft. While this man was disgusting and unpleasant to a fault, he… well, not innocent, but in the right. The Kanker herself would lose her job for this, if not arrested. Lee clearly wasn't in a good place. She was never the nicest of people, but even this was pushing it for her. If the Ed gave back the money, apologized for Lee, and… freed him, maybe Jimmy would be willing to let this go.

"Th-Thats it?" The neck beard whimpered, his whole body jiggled in its makeshift prison. "I've been your customer for years! Kiss me. Rub me out. Show me your tits. Don't just leave me here. I've earned it!"

Double D kept the money.

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"You're just burning it, right here?"

Lee asked from the driver's seat. Her head peaking out the window as Double D cut off the last of his clothes and plopped them all in a pile next to the car on the cinder blocks. The Ed pulled out some lighter fluid from his work bench and dowsed the pile before tossing a lit match. The work clothes he'd gotten a year a go at Good-Will were set alight. The sludge that covered it went up in flames and black smoke. It felt and smelled like Double D was burning a corpse.

"Indeed I am, yes." Double D answered robotically, standing in the street in just his socks, boxer briefs, and his hat.

"Gotta say, I'm surprised. Mr. clean." Lee said, concerned and excited as the Ed hopped in the passenger's seat.

"I've had to do this before." Double D answered, slamming the door shut, wallet in hand. The Kanker's eyes were scanning up and down his near naked body. Lee bit her lip as she reached out her hand to his right bicep. "I live with Ed."

"H-Huh?" Lee stuttered, pulling her hand back. Her cheeks got a bit pinker. "O-Oh, well, now I know how to get your pants off handso-"

"Just stop." Double D told her, clicking his seat belt. "You're not the only one who's had a long day. I haven't even eaten anything. Just take me somewhere I can get some food. For cheap."

The Kanker pulled out a bag of sandwiches from the back. The Ed looked at her, incredulous.

"Yeah, 'Jimmy' orders, like, five." Lee sighed, handing Double D one. He took it. "Daily."

"When did you even get that- Never mind." Double D shook his head as he bit into the stolen meal from the rotten man. The starving Ed hummed in delight as he saw 'Jimmy' still stuck in his window and staring at them. The man was licking his lips. "I don't wanna know."

"Alrighty, now, how about we-"

"No. Just no. I am going home and I am going to take a shower." Double D swallowed his bite, fallowed by a swig of his water bottle from his glove box. "I am doing that."

"Yes sir, Edd." Lee grinned, turning the car. "We'll be at my apartment before you know it, Mr. stinky."

"Good lord. No." Double D declared as he opened an app on his phone sitting on his car's dash. Instantly, the van came to life. Its steering wheel moved on its own, its engine revved out a roar, and its tires raced on the pavement until they were at the stop sign at the top of the street. "Car, take me to 'Bobby Blabby'."