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"Come on, Mudz, we can't just throw the kid out like that," The blank eyed man said. The boy had learned his name was Russell.

"Well what do you expect us to do with him?" The man with the upside-down cross said. That was Murdoc, and as far as the boy could tell he had never been given a talking to about proper manners. "He could only play a few chords, we're better off with Paula."

"What if we got him to do something else?" Came the drawling voice of the blue haired man. He had to be the oddest sight, and to fit he had the oddest name, 2D. The name reminded memoryless boy of something, but he wasn't sure what.

"Any bright ideas, Faceache?" Murdoc said to 2D. 'That Murdoc is very hostile indeed,' Edd thought, 'Hopefully the other two give me some aid.'

None came. It looked like the hurt boy was going to be pitched out...

"At least let him get his bearings before you throw him out, Murdoc," Russel told him. He was giving the olive skinned man a glare that said it was decided, and no matter how tough Murdoc was, he wasn't going to take New Yorker three times his size.

Murdoc stormed away, giving a few choice words and a specific hand gesture before saying, "...If you need me I'm gonna go get arse-faced."

"Thank you, sirs," The boy said, still rubbing his head with a hand on the ski-cap he had on. After falling out of the crate, while still in a daze Murdoc made him play the guitar he was holding. A few memories of an instrument similar flashed through his head, but they offered no aid.

"No problem, kid," Russel told him. This kid definitely didn't look fit to go walking around outside.

"So what's your name?" 2D asked.

"He already said he don't remember, 'D," Russell said to him. While he didn't enjoy how Murdoc stated it, Russell had to admit 2D was definitely thick sometimes.

"Oh, right..." 2D said in a tone that said he only half got it. "Well, should we give him a name? What about Orange, like his shirt?"

True enough, the boy had on an orange T-shirt, but he shook his head. "I'd rather not be a color," he said, grabbing at his shirt.

"Hmm, what about Bill, something simple, you know?" Russell said, joining in.

"No, that's very generic. Doesn't feel right," the boy said.

"Ski? That's the kind of hat he's got on, yeah?" Again, the boy shook his head at what 2D said. He wished he could look past the clothing. "Buck? He's got sorta buck teeth."

"Nah, it's more gaped than bucked," Russell told his pale friend.

"I can't think of a lot else," 2D admitted. "My uncle Eddie was always good with nicknames, maybe he'd have an idea..."

"Hold on, what did you say your uncle's name was, Mr. 2D?" the boy asked.

"Huh? Oh, his name was Eddie, I think. Or Teddie, something like that."

"Ed... I like that name, yeah," the boy said, an inquisitive look on his face.

"Well that's settled then," Russell said, giving a friendly smile. It was a bit unsettling with the blank eyes, but Ed chuckled a bit when the large man gave him a heavy pat on the back. "Nice to meet you, Ed."

"Thank you, sir." Ed said to him, scratching his head. Looking around, he pulled his hat off of his head. He really felt the bump throbbing now.

"Whoa," Ed heard Russell say. Giving him a quizzical look, Ed gave a simple "What?"

"I think maybe you should take a look yourself," 2D told him, pointing to the window. The dark skies outside made it rather reflective.

Looking at his reflection, Ed muttered "What in the world..." he trailed off. He had dark, black hair atop his head. It looked matted down and greasy, definitely anything but neat. Only it was falling out in small tufts.

"What's going on with his hair?" 2D asked, looking to Russell for some guidance.

"I'm not sure..." Russell told 2D, just as confused himself.

"Huh, I think something like that happened to me like that, back when I got a big knock on my head when I was younger," 2D told, just rambling about his story. "I fell out of a tree, then all my hair fell off."

"Ugh, it definitely feels like I fell out of a tree..." Ed said. He scratched his near bald head, a big purple bump was evident now. Pulling his hat back on, he turned back to the other two.

"Yeah, that bump didn't look too good." Russell said. There was slight concern in his voice. "Come on, we'll find someplace for you to lie down."

Ed wasn't going to argue. Following him down one of the hallways, 2D right on their tail, they walked through the massive recording studio. It was definitely creepy. Out one window Ed saw the big graveyard outside, and he was sure he heard a few moans behind closed doors. Only a few sounded human.

Meanwhile, Russell and 2D were thinking about their new living member. Russell definitely knew Murdoc would throw him out the next day if they didn't find a good reason to keep the kid around. Murdoc didn't really care if the kid would be alright or not, if he was free loading for one day he would be gone.

2D, meanwhile, was thinking about the boy's hair. Was it gonna turn blue too? That'd be weird. What if people got them confused because of the hair? Well, the eyes would be a giveaway, but what about from behind? He didn't want people to get them confused.

They finally stopped in front of one door which didn't sound like it had anything odd behind it. Opening it up, it was a room full of keyboards, speakers, and guitars. And a skinned tiger rug on the floor.

"This should be good, yeah?" Russell asked Ed. Nodding, the boy stepped in, looking around. He roamed the room in silence for a second, coming across a book shelf. He pulled a book off of it, it looked like a manual for the sound boards and everything.

"Yeah, this looks like a good place to rest up, sir," Ed told him.

"Come on, kid, my name's Russell," Russell told the boy who was flipping through the manual rather quickly.

"Right, I'll work on it if you convince that Murdoc fellow to let me stay," Ed told him. It sounded slightly serious, before Ed gazed at them and cracked a gap toothed grin. They all chuckled a bit at that. The two older men closed the door and made their leave.

"What you think of him, Russ?" 2D asked, looking up to his friend.

"He's a good kid who's gonna be on his own if we don't figure something out, 'D." Russell said. He didn't want to be a downer but he was speaking the truth.

"Maybe he could be back-up guitar," 2D suggested, remembering the guitar the boy had but not the trial session they had. Still, Russell gave him an encouraging smile.

"Yeah, maybe you're right, 'D," Russell said, slapping him hard enough on the back to send him tumbling.

Meanwhile, back in the studio room, Ed was rifling through the manual, looking to the sound and light boards and making adjustments as he went. 'The way these were set up, good heavens. Whoever used the microphones would barely pick anything up.'

Hope you enjoyed it. I'll update whenever. Peace.