Ed screamed himself awake as his alarm roared in his ear. "Another day," he groaned groggily. The boy sluggishly put on his attire and treaded his way to the breakfast table, pouring himself some Chunky Puffs. Sarah, his sister, also sitting at the table, seemed to be showing a dirty look on her face.
"Gimme some Chunky Puffs!" Sarah demanded. Ed glared at Sarah disdainfully.
"I would have given you some, if only you had said the magic word," he chided.
"I'M TELLING MOM!" the girl harrumphed triumphantly. Ed just sighed, and laughed. His parents were so detached from their children that he wouldn't be surprised if his mother didn't listen to whatever it is Sarah was trying to frame him for. Ed finished eating all of his cereal and ran off to the bus stop, where it was pouring hard with rain. The sky was a dark grey stormy color, with clouds all too threatening in sight.
A few minutes later, the bus had come to Ed's bus stop. He slowly walked up the steps into the bus, only to be greeted by the other children's rude jeers and throwing of paper at him. The kids did not think very fondly of Ed.
While Ed was walking down the bus alley, he spotted something that illuminated his frame of mind. It was Double D and Eddy, grinning like happy, peppy little children.
"Hey Ed! Come sit with us!" shouted Double D. Ed dashed into view of Double D and Eddy.
"So, how have things been going?" queried Eddy, smirking.
"Uh… they've been going as usual. How about you guys?" retorted Ed.
"Well, check out my new muscle mass!" boasted Double D, strutting his lengthy arms.
"Sensational," stammered Ed.
"It's not much, I know, but it's enough to at least open a bottle of water," elaborated the boy in the charcoal hat.
Eddy stared in awe at Double D's arm. "H-How did you get so strong in such a small amount of time?" He gasped in astonishment.
"I took up a gymnasium over the summer," Double D answered. "And at least I actually tried in P.E. class, whereas you just sat and moped all the time." He wrapped his hand around Eddy's neck slightly, accidentally giving it a small grip. The boy felt a tiny bit of pain, and let out a short noise of startlement.
"Just remember guys, from now on don't try and mess with me, or…" Double D giggled. "I'll leave you to think for yourself what'll happen."
A gargantuan beam materialized on Ed's face. The sheer presence of Double D and Eddy was enough to bring solace within the kid. Being someone like Edwin Lurz Savage was rough otherwise.
Edward Marion Rienhold, better known as Double D, was a different beast altogether. He craved power to an enormous degree. He took ultimate pride in the state of dominance. It made him feel proud to be near whoever he was prevailing over.
Last in the group was Eridan Skipper McGee, or Eddy for short. He didn't change very much, from what the other Eds had witnessed. He was still his usual manic, eccentric self, and now it was his turn to speak.
"Well guys, over the past few days, I've been perfecting my greatest scheme of scammery!" he squealed swiftly.
"Oh, geez, I'm super psyched," groaned Double D sarcastically.
"Of course, I haven't finished it yet, but I'm super close to being done!" Eddy's irises increased in size rapidly as he clubbed and rubbed his two hands together. The boy then began to fidget hyperactively. Eddy proudly kicked his legs and flapped his hands. Double D poked Eddy's right arm lightly.
"Eddy.. are you okay?" squeaked Double D.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I just tend to do that a lot." Eddy interjected.
The day passed, and yet the problem did not stop. When it was time for Eddy to go to bed, he started fidgeting again. He hit his head on the wall constantly. The feeling persisted, however, as Eddy started to skip and gallop like there was no tomorrow. He slammed a disc onto a record player, and played the song on the disco on full volume. The kid kept tripping out vividly for 20 minutes, and then passed out on the bed with a gasp.
The next day, Eddy sluggishly opened his eyes to find a sticky note attached to his forehead. He peeled the note off and read it:
"Eridan, stop prancing around your bedroom like a moron and playing obnoxious pop songs at 9:00 P.M. Love, Mom."
Eddy blushed, flustered at the situation, and groaned, "Alright."