We Meet ED-Gain
By: TurbineEddyPrower
Disclaimer: Ed, Edd, n' Eddy and all related characters ©2002 A.K.A. Cartoons, Inc./Cartoon Network. Timmy, Mike, Sam, Sheen, and Ransom H.S. belong to me. Electronic Gaming Monthly belongs to ZD Net, Int.
Chapter Two: Life Gets Confusing This is Double D (Edd)'s chapter.
Double D was typing on the computer. He turned off the computers and walked down through his small "laboratory". It was really only a room filled with a bunch of technical stuff. Double D's room. He was still the head-in-sock-ed-boy, that's for sure. He had one friend, Timmy, and went to Ransom High School. He was all the same. Yet depressed. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Such is life, Double D." He said to himself. His cell phone started ringing. He had sort of a robotic sounding ring. (In case you're wondering, from last chapter, Ed's ring was a song off the Godzilla soundtrack.) "Hi, Timmy." He said. The voice on the line, Timmy, said "How'd you know it was me, dog?" "Who else would call me. According to everyone else, I suck major ass and that won't change. Even though I try to fight it, I'm starting to agree." "Don't talk that way, D-D." "So, what's up." "Well, I was talking to one of my old friends from my old neighborhood in Florida, and asked myself 'Where did D-D come from? And what's up with that hat?'" "You've been asking the hat question for years now." "Why haven't you told me?" "Both your questions can be answered by one story, which, really, makes be cry. A lot more then you think. More than I cried when everybody at school ganged up on me at lunch." "Wow. I won't make ya tell the story then. But, I've got one more question before I hit the sack." "Yeah?" "You know how you told me your nickname was Double D when you first moved here and I changed it to D-D?" "Yeah." "Does that name come from where you moved from." "Yeah." "Who gave it to you?" "That's the part I don't like answering." "Oh. See ya at school." "See ya." Double D hung up. He turned his face in his pillows and whispered to himself "Why did that have to happen? The Eds. the Eds." About two or three tears slid down his face and he went to sleep.
The next morning, Double D was in the library with Timmy. Timmy was reading an issue of Electronic Gaming Monthly behind a book, and Double D was reading a book of the year's newest science discoveries. Double D put the book down and left. He had to leave then, because he wanted some time to be secluded from everyone else, including Timmy. Timmy was addicted to the magazine, so he couldn't have noticed. Double D headed over to a corner near the construction site of the new portables. He started writing something and was interrupted by 3 boys. Mike, a big muscled tall boy, Sam, a short kid with two pocket knives in each pocket (rumors went around the school that he held a rifle somewhere.), and Sheen, an average sized very fat boy that was skilled in (amazingly) karate. "Oh no! Get away from me!" Double D started crawling away. "Listen, some people are saying that you're kind of depressed. Time to end your misery!" Mike said. The three ganged up on him and threw him on top of a lunch table. "No, no! HELP!" Double D screamed. They then circled around him.
That afternoon, Timmy and Double D's parents (Who are unseen in the waiting room) were at the hospital. Double D was in a hospital bed. Timmy's in the room sitting on a chair. Double D was having trouble breathing and was unconscious. What happened was the boys beat him up very badly. He could barely move when they called more kids in. He couldn't even say stop anymore. He was bleeding extremely badly. It took 5 hours for it to stop. Blood was being put into his body to make up for the lost. Within 1 hour and a half, the blood transfusion was done, yet Double D still was unconscious. His wind-pipe had been slightly injured, so that's why he had trouble breathing. His left leg and right shoulder were broken. He wasn't going to get out of the hospital for about a month. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Timmy picked it up. "Hello?" He asked. "No, this isn't Double D. I'm in his friend Timmy." --- "I'm in his hospital room." --- "No, he's not sick, but badly injured." --- "Worse. He's bad, sir." --- "No, neither him or I have heard of a band called Culture Shock." --- "No, he hasn't told me anything about a person named 'Ed' or anything about his life before he moved here, in fact." --- "Okay. So this Ed person is in this band Culture Shock and is looking for his friends from his old neighborhood." --- "And one of them is D-D, I mean, Double D." --- "That's just his new nickname. He's told me that his old nickname is Double D and someone from his old neighborhood gave it to him." --- "Okay. Ed. Right." -- - "Okay, you found this number in AT&T's list. I don't care." --- "I'LL TELL HIM ED'S LOOKIN' FOR HIM!!! GOODBYE!" Double D heard Timmy yelling and suddenly became conscious "D-d-did y-y-you s-s-s-s-say E-e-e-d-Ed?" He struggled to say. "Yeah. Some guy told me that Ed's in a band called Culture Shock and this guy told me that at one of Ed's band's concerts, Ed asked the audience if any of them could find his friends from a place called Peach Creek. He found this number in some listing and somehow the lists had your nickname under the name of the owner of the number. So, are you the guy he's looking for?" Double D smiled and actually, somehow, gained quite a bit of energy. He said, "Yeah. I'm the guy. I'll tell you the story when I get out of here. Let me call the guy back now."
Later, Double D was going to sleep. Because of his strange energy recovery, he only needed a couple of casts. His breathing was fine, but his wind-pipe had a permenent problem that wouldn't occur often, yet he'd have to take a special type of medicine and rest his throat for a few days when it did, which means he wouldn't be able to talk. He said "Ed. My god. Shit. Life is gonna get better. I hope."
Sorry for no updates. I just needed a break folks. Well, anyway, I know it was kinda sad, but, it's high school, folks. Those things happen. Well, next is Eddy's chapter! Keep reading!
Disclaimer: Ed, Edd, n' Eddy and all related characters ©2002 A.K.A. Cartoons, Inc./Cartoon Network. Timmy, Mike, Sam, Sheen, and Ransom H.S. belong to me. Electronic Gaming Monthly belongs to ZD Net, Int.
Chapter Two: Life Gets Confusing This is Double D (Edd)'s chapter.
Double D was typing on the computer. He turned off the computers and walked down through his small "laboratory". It was really only a room filled with a bunch of technical stuff. Double D's room. He was still the head-in-sock-ed-boy, that's for sure. He had one friend, Timmy, and went to Ransom High School. He was all the same. Yet depressed. He laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. "Such is life, Double D." He said to himself. His cell phone started ringing. He had sort of a robotic sounding ring. (In case you're wondering, from last chapter, Ed's ring was a song off the Godzilla soundtrack.) "Hi, Timmy." He said. The voice on the line, Timmy, said "How'd you know it was me, dog?" "Who else would call me. According to everyone else, I suck major ass and that won't change. Even though I try to fight it, I'm starting to agree." "Don't talk that way, D-D." "So, what's up." "Well, I was talking to one of my old friends from my old neighborhood in Florida, and asked myself 'Where did D-D come from? And what's up with that hat?'" "You've been asking the hat question for years now." "Why haven't you told me?" "Both your questions can be answered by one story, which, really, makes be cry. A lot more then you think. More than I cried when everybody at school ganged up on me at lunch." "Wow. I won't make ya tell the story then. But, I've got one more question before I hit the sack." "Yeah?" "You know how you told me your nickname was Double D when you first moved here and I changed it to D-D?" "Yeah." "Does that name come from where you moved from." "Yeah." "Who gave it to you?" "That's the part I don't like answering." "Oh. See ya at school." "See ya." Double D hung up. He turned his face in his pillows and whispered to himself "Why did that have to happen? The Eds. the Eds." About two or three tears slid down his face and he went to sleep.
The next morning, Double D was in the library with Timmy. Timmy was reading an issue of Electronic Gaming Monthly behind a book, and Double D was reading a book of the year's newest science discoveries. Double D put the book down and left. He had to leave then, because he wanted some time to be secluded from everyone else, including Timmy. Timmy was addicted to the magazine, so he couldn't have noticed. Double D headed over to a corner near the construction site of the new portables. He started writing something and was interrupted by 3 boys. Mike, a big muscled tall boy, Sam, a short kid with two pocket knives in each pocket (rumors went around the school that he held a rifle somewhere.), and Sheen, an average sized very fat boy that was skilled in (amazingly) karate. "Oh no! Get away from me!" Double D started crawling away. "Listen, some people are saying that you're kind of depressed. Time to end your misery!" Mike said. The three ganged up on him and threw him on top of a lunch table. "No, no! HELP!" Double D screamed. They then circled around him.
That afternoon, Timmy and Double D's parents (Who are unseen in the waiting room) were at the hospital. Double D was in a hospital bed. Timmy's in the room sitting on a chair. Double D was having trouble breathing and was unconscious. What happened was the boys beat him up very badly. He could barely move when they called more kids in. He couldn't even say stop anymore. He was bleeding extremely badly. It took 5 hours for it to stop. Blood was being put into his body to make up for the lost. Within 1 hour and a half, the blood transfusion was done, yet Double D still was unconscious. His wind-pipe had been slightly injured, so that's why he had trouble breathing. His left leg and right shoulder were broken. He wasn't going to get out of the hospital for about a month. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Timmy picked it up. "Hello?" He asked. "No, this isn't Double D. I'm in his friend Timmy." --- "I'm in his hospital room." --- "No, he's not sick, but badly injured." --- "Worse. He's bad, sir." --- "No, neither him or I have heard of a band called Culture Shock." --- "No, he hasn't told me anything about a person named 'Ed' or anything about his life before he moved here, in fact." --- "Okay. So this Ed person is in this band Culture Shock and is looking for his friends from his old neighborhood." --- "And one of them is D-D, I mean, Double D." --- "That's just his new nickname. He's told me that his old nickname is Double D and someone from his old neighborhood gave it to him." --- "Okay. Ed. Right." -- - "Okay, you found this number in AT&T's list. I don't care." --- "I'LL TELL HIM ED'S LOOKIN' FOR HIM!!! GOODBYE!" Double D heard Timmy yelling and suddenly became conscious "D-d-did y-y-you s-s-s-s-say E-e-e-d-Ed?" He struggled to say. "Yeah. Some guy told me that Ed's in a band called Culture Shock and this guy told me that at one of Ed's band's concerts, Ed asked the audience if any of them could find his friends from a place called Peach Creek. He found this number in some listing and somehow the lists had your nickname under the name of the owner of the number. So, are you the guy he's looking for?" Double D smiled and actually, somehow, gained quite a bit of energy. He said, "Yeah. I'm the guy. I'll tell you the story when I get out of here. Let me call the guy back now."
Later, Double D was going to sleep. Because of his strange energy recovery, he only needed a couple of casts. His breathing was fine, but his wind-pipe had a permenent problem that wouldn't occur often, yet he'd have to take a special type of medicine and rest his throat for a few days when it did, which means he wouldn't be able to talk. He said "Ed. My god. Shit. Life is gonna get better. I hope."
Sorry for no updates. I just needed a break folks. Well, anyway, I know it was kinda sad, but, it's high school, folks. Those things happen. Well, next is Eddy's chapter! Keep reading!