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: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with summer homework and the Sims 2. Darn that addicting game! Anyway, here is another bit from Double D's life. Here, Double D finds out just what his parallel is up too… and, as you'll read, he doesn't like it one bit. Agh… and I hope this doesn't have as many grammar errors as last chapter! I'm going to send in the chapters again with less grammar errors sooner or later…

Chapter Twelve- Behind the Happy Image (There is a Mission…)

Double D stared at the ceiling above him. He knew he should get some sleep and that the following day would be the definition of busy… but he couldn't sleep. And who can blame him? So much had happened in one day. Double D was still unable to completely wrap his brain around it.

He closed his eyes, thinking about random things. Stephanie… what was Stephanie truly like? Double D could tell that she was a troubled girl, and he wasn't quite fond of the way Nazz had demanded she call him "Edward Sir." Random images of the day filled his mind, and he wondered what his parallel was doing in his universe. Would Double D even be able to go back to his home universe? What if something happened, and he didn't exist in that universe anymore, and he had to stay in this planet forever, living a life not truly his own?

"Let's not worry about that, Double D," he scolded himself. He forcefully closed his eyes when a scene flashed back to him-

"Ow!" Double D suddenly cried. He looked down at his hand. "Paper cut…" … 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?"

"Mission Destruction?" he muttered to himself for the second time that day.

It couldn't be, of course. That wouldn't make any sense- why on Earth would he join any mission that plans for destruction? But Double D was too curious, and he had to find that paper and find out what it really said. He walked up to the messy desk, and looked around. Quickly, he found the paper…

"What?" he whispered.

The paper was titled Mission Destruction. His mind hadn't been playing tricks on him, after all, but still he rubbed his eyes and looked at the title again. It didn't change.

Put the paper down, Eddward, his mind warned him. You don't want to know. Put it down and forget about it.

Maybe his parallel was a fiction writer, too, and was writing a book called Mission Destruction. But surely, with his schedule, his parallel wouldn't have the time to write a novel. And, besides, wouldn't Double D's parallel give it a better name? Mission Destruction was corny… not as corny as Ed's books, but still a bit corny.

Put the paper down, Eddward, please! Forget about it! You don't want to know, his mind begged.

But he had to know….

Double D looked down at the paper and scanned it, catching glimpses of phrases in the dark. He read what he could of the blurred ink, "Ungrateful people… destroying life! End of the world!"

The last part of the smudges that he could read scared him the most. "And… and I'm the leader?" Double D squeaked.

"Maybe its not what it seems," he started talking to himself, as if though he were talking to Eddy or Ed. "Surely I wouldn't ever be desperate enough to destroy all humanity… or would I? No, no, of course not, Eddward. Maybe it says… maybe it says…"

He became aware that he was talking to himself and closed his mouth. So many maybes….

He grabbed the paper and slipped outside, where the hallway was painfully bright but thankfully empty. The paper was much easier to read in the bright hallway. Apparently, the paper was the initial plan to destroy all humanity, and it was written by more people then just himself. There was a bunch of handwriting, and not all of it belonged to Double D.

The plan was to escape to a specially made space station, where they would wait for a few months, just to see how desperate the world became without them. If the human species started to 'redeem' itself, then they would return to Earth, forgetting the plans, and continue to help the human race after setting up a few special conditions. If not, they would aim the space weaponry at the major cities of Earth and fill it with a special toxin that killed only humans… the toxin, called "Toxin Destruction" or "Toxin D", was particularly deadly because it could spread from one person to twenty-five others in just three seconds. Any person that had a lethal amount of this Toxin (about a quarter of a teaspoon of it) in there immune system would die in just a matter of minutes.

People who didn't have a lethal amount of it in their immune systems would still probably die quickly.

After the destruction of the people form the major cities, they would aim at lesser and lesser cities until there were only small suburbs and farmland. Then they would come back to Earth, after having taken a Toxin D immunity shot, and conquer it, putting many limitations on the humans and letting the world flourish with little influence from people.

In the case that anyone got a hold on any of the plans before this happened, they had one of the members of Mission Destruction claim they were writing a fiction novel entitled "Mission Destruction".

Double D reread the paper, frozen in shock.

"So, you know now, huh?"

Double D jumped up and looked behind him. It was Nazz, standing there and reading the paper over his shoulder. "I can't believe you left this paper on the desk where anyone could find it," Nazz sighed.

"Are you-"

"Yes, I am a member of Mission Destruction," she answered before Double D had a chance to ask. "Jimmy, Johnny, Rolf, Doctor Mizuuki and Kevin are members too."

"I thought that you said Kevin was dead!" Double D cried.

"Well, he did die in a motorcycle accident," Nazz said, "but you created something that brought him back to life… except, it brought him back to life… different."

Nazz shuddered when she said "different". She had a distant look in her eyes, as if though remembering the night when they brought Kevin back… from the dead. "Everyone who worked on the project agreed never to speak of it again, including Kevin. Then you destroyed that horrible device, deciding not to mess with life and death ever again."

Double D was silent. Nazz spoke up a few minutes later, "I'll take you to the meeting tomorrow, and you can meet the members yourself."

He still didn't respond. "Double D?"

"Why?" he finally asked.

Nazz didn't have to ask what he meant. She knew. Why on Earth would anyone want to kill so many people? She sighed…. She new he wouldn't understand. "If only you didn't have amnesia…."