Disclaimer: Ed, Edd N Eddy and all its characters are copyright AKA Cartoon. I am not using them for profit; I am simply using them to practice my own writing skills….
Author: Hey, I know some people are excited that Double D's part has come! …. Okay, on with the story.
Chapter Six: History of the Inventor
Double D looked around the dark room. He understood, now, why it was so dark: after facing those bright lights all day, his parallel self probably didn't want to see any more lights! Double D frowned, sitting on the chair in front of the desk. What was he going to do? Eddy sent him into a parallel universe. The parallel universe was cool, but he wanted to get back home. How on Earth was he going to do that?
"Ow!" Double D suddenly cried. He looked down at his hand. "Paper cut…" Apparently, while he was thinking, his hand was randomly shifting through the papers on the desk. He frowned. If this was his perfect universe, he probably kept Band-Aids in his bedroom.
Silently, he began looking around the desk for Band-Aids. While he was looking, a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. "This desk it so messy…" he muttered as he bent down to pick up the paper. He was about to put it back on the desk when the paper's title caught his eye….
Was the darkness of the room tricking his eyesight? Surely, it had to be. Why would Double D's parallel keep a paper titled, "Mission- Destruction?"
"Eddward, Sir?"
Double D put the paper back on the desk. "Hi, Nazz," he said. Nazz sat down on his bed.
"So… you said you have amnesia, right?" Nazz asked.
"Yes," Double D lied, "I have a complete case of amnesia. I only remember my childhood nickname- Double D- and you, Nazz."
"What do you remember about me?" Nazz asked.
"Not much… Just your name and voice and looks… and that I am suppose to know you," Double D explained.
Nazz sighed, and rubbed her temples. "That's all you remember?" she asked.
"Yes," Double D said.
"Well, I suppose that I should tell you about who you are," Nazz said. "Then we should decide what to do next."
Nazz sighed, as if to decide where she should start. "Okay, you were born in a little cul-de-sac… Peach Creek, I believe it was called. That was where we met. You lived there through your teenage years. There were only 6 kids that lived in that cul-de-sac…. Two of those kids were us, and the other four consisted of a kid named Kevin, a guy named…Rolf, I think, and Johnny and Jimmy."
Double D blinked. That was weird- Eddy, Ed, Sarah and the Kankers didn't exist in this universe… or at least, they didn't know him.
"Well, Johnny and Jimmy were good friends. Actually, all the kids in the neighborhood were good friends. Jimmy and Johnny work at these labs today, and Rolf works at the farms where we grow our food, but I am getting ahead of myself. Well, as I said, you lived in Peach Creek. You went to Peach Creek High School, where you got excellent grades and joined practically every after-school activity. You also volunteered a lot, during the weekends," Nazz explained, her eyes going hazy, as if she were actually in the past instead of here.
"You got scholarships from every college you applied for. You went to an excellent college, which they renamed Eddward University, in your honor," Nazz paused, and suddenly blushed. "You also got married while you were in college."
"To whom?" Double D asked, very startled by the information Nazz was giving him.
"Me," Nazz answered.
A very uncomfortable silence filled the room. Nazz coughed, and said, "I think I'll continue…. While you were in college, you got a job to help pay off some of the college debts. You worked at a factory that made toys.
"The factory was not doing well. In desperation, they turned to the workers, asking them to create a toy design that all the children would love. So, you created a toy design. It was perfect: it was easy for the factory to make, and children loved it. The factory is now number one in selling toys. You got promoted, until eventually you were the head of the factory.
"You continued to create things. One of the creations you made got the government's attention," Nazz said, "in a good way. The invention was an air purifier… a common invention, but yours was the best of its kind. The government used the air purifier in a forest with bad air, as a test…
"The air in that forest was so bad; you couldn't see three feet in front of you. It was like being in a cloud of smoke. The government left the air purifier in the forest for three weeks. When they came back, the air was, as the president said, 'the freshest air I had ever breathed in.'" Nazz paused to take in a deep breath of air, as if she were in the forest.
"All the countries wanted your air purifier. You became quiet rich, and the Earth's atmosphere is now what it once was before humans came around. With this money, you continued to create. You created a few factories to create your next inventions. Your inventions have done a great deal of good for the earth. The ozone layer is now completely fixed, and toxic waste is no longer a problem; you created a device that changed the number of electrons the toxic waste's atoms had, making it into elements we could use.
"You've stopped species from going extinct, you've purified the waters of the world, oh, if I continue this list, we'll be here all day," Nazz said.
"Anyway-" Nazz paused.
"What?" the stunned Double D asked.
"Never mind," Nazz said. "Um, well, you became a respected member of the scientific community. You now have many scientists working under you. This is the head building of the many buildings you own. Only the world's best scientists work here. The scientists in the Scientist Training Lab you visited earlier today are actually respected, intelligent members of the scientific community, not scientist-trainees.
"The invention that they blew up was a new telescope that could see atoms up close," Nazz explained. "Normally, you would have gotten angry at them, to say the least. Okay, any questions?"
Double D was still trying to process the information she had told him. Wow! Okay, Double D, he thought, start with the information you can handle most.
"What happened to the other kids in the cul-de-sac?" he asked Nazz.
"Jimmy and Johnny currently work here," Nazz explained, "in the Environmental Restoration Act section of this building, in fact. Rolf works with some of the plants in the garden. He also runs various tests on the plants for various experiments."
"What about Kevin?" Double D asked.
Nazz paused. "He- he died. Motorcycle accident…."
"Oh…." Double D mumbled. "Well, um, who was that Asian scientist I talked to earlier?"
"Doctor Mizuuki," Nazz answered. Suddenly, a beeping sound filled the room. Double D jumped up about a mile.
"Sorry, Double D, I'm being paged. I'll be right back," she explained, walking out of the room.
Nazz pulled out the small walky-talky. "Second in command reporting. What is it, Number 22?"
"Why didn't you tell first in command about the project?" Number 22 asked.
A second voice broke in, "And why did you tell him I was dead!"
"I didn't explain the project to the first in command because it is not the right time. He might try to abort the mission if he knows about it too early. Remember, he used to like the humans, and being in an amnesiac state, he might like the species again."
"And what about me, hm?" the second voice demanded.
"Kevin," Nazz explained, "if I told him you were alive, he would wonder where you were, and I'd have to make up lies on your behalf. And what are you doing on this line, anyway?"
"Um, you should probably go back to first in command, now, second," Number 22 said. "Number 22, signing off!"
"Why dose Number 22 always announce when he is signing off?" Nazz asked with a sigh.
