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: It's late! Don't kill me! I've got a lot of work right now, but hopefully the next chapter will be up soon. Um, well, this chapter and the next one are both about Double D…. Oh, I hope you enjoy this chapter's title.

Chapter Sixteen- Forgetfulness, a.k.a. "Something important is going on but I can't quite remember it. Oh well, it's not like the world will end or anything."

Somehow, Nazz managed to convince Double D to head back to bed. "You've got a long day ahead of you tomorrow," Nazz said, wishing him a goodnight's sleep.

Nazz's wishes went to waste, though. Lying down in his dark room, he found himself unable to sleep. I'd give anything to be home now. Perfect? What's perfect about this… this place… this version of me? I'm a soon-to-be mass murderer! This is bad!

He sat up and paced around the room. "No," Double D furiously shook his head. "I can't allow this atrocious monstrosity to occur! I need to change this! It's my obligation to change this! My parallel is not in his right mind, I can't just let everyone in this dimension suffer for my parallel's mistakes."

Now that he had made the promise, Double D found that he wasn't as chatty as usual when he was nervous. Lying back down on his bed, he stared at the stark ceiling, random thoughts entering his mind. But his mind wasn't cooperating with him that night. He couldn't focus on the dreadfully important topic at hand. It was as if though the traumatizing information was being pushed out of his mind. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, he fell deep asleep.

All too soon, a cheerful voice with a Japanese accent called out, "Rise and shine!" Sitting up in bed, Double D couldn't help but think he'd forgotten something extremely vital.

Looking up, Double D saw a vaguely familiar person standing at his door. "Doctor Mizuuki?" He was important, somehow, too. He just couldn't remember. He seemed scared of me before. Maybe he's a morning person.

"Wow, Eddward Sir! I don't think I've ever seen you sleep in," Doctor Mizuuki exclaimed cheerfully. In a more serious tone, he said, "It's 7:50. You have to be in the Nuclear Bomb station in ten minutes."

"What? But I've never been late before!" Double D hopped out of bed. Doctor Mizuuki nodded in his direction before closing the door. In a speed that only a cartoon can manage, he freshened up. (Luckily, he found where his counterpart's spare lab coats were stored, and quickly changed into that, too.)

He almost started running down the dazzlingly bright halls, but stopped when he realized he had absolutely no clue where the Nuclear Bomb station was. He started walking in one direction, silently hoping he'd run into a map.

"Umm… Sir Eddward?" Doctor Mizuuki said cautiously. "You're going the wrong way…."

"Oh," Double D paused and turned around, nodding politely at the young man. "Um, thank you."

As he ran off in the opposite direction, Mizuuki sighed. "I hope he gets his memories back… this just makes things so much harder."

8:00-8:30- Check out the Nuclear Bomb section, and see how close they are to being finished on the improved bomb; review blueprints with scientists

Double D was kept busy throughout the first thirty minutes. His alternate self was extremely smart, and the complex blueprints showed it.

"Are you okay, Eddward Sir?" a man asked as Double D mispronounced one of the words for the twentieth time.

"I'm fine, thank you," Double D lied. The word didn't exist in his universe, and it wasn't exactly easy to figure out the pronunciation based on the spelling.

Despite keeping him busy, the thirty moments moved by dreadfully slowly. Double D wasn't sure he could keep up with the act. As he rushed off to the Anti-Warfare Sector (the intern they hired was very confused when he asked her where it was located), he couldn't help but feel like he was forgetting something. He wouldn't have been surprised if he was, though. For all he knew, that was a side effect of traveling to a parallel universe.

8:30-9:00- Check out the Anti-Warfare Sector, and share with them blueprints and model of Nuclear Bomb Shield

"Sir Eddward, I hate to be rude, but this is the worst presentation you've ever given us," a woman said after raising her hand. "Do you have a fever or something?"

"No," Double D mumbled, quickly changing the conversation. It was hard to focus when he was so hungry. He also knew he was forgetting something, and it was alarming him. What am I forgetting?

9:00-9:10- Breakfast (Don't eat the toaster pastries- they are currently under an experiment- Nazz)

Finally, breakfast time. Everyone watched in utter amazement as Double D managed to create, (politely) eat and clean up a fully balanced breakfast consisting of cereal, toast, an orange, a glass of apple juice and a side of bacon in ten minutes.

"Um, why are you eating so much?" a man asked. Double D recognized him as Jimmy, except much older.

Laughing lightly, he explained, "You need to eat a full-balanced breakfast." Is Jimmy part of this thing I'm forgetting? Why can't I remember it?

9:15-10:00- Filing, signing documents, etc.; see Secretary Department for more information

As Double D signed the papers and gave answers to the questions, he silently hoped he wasn't doing anything wrong. "I don't know what I'm doing. For all I know, I could be causing a lot of destruction," Double D thought aloud. Suddenly, he realized something. "Wait…. Destruction!"

He'd remembered something important, but to his dismay a secretary popped in. "Eddward Sir, you need too hurry over to the Biology Laboratory Sector M! Are you feeling okay?"

Wait… What was I thinking about? Something about destruction…. Double D thought frantically as he thanked the lady and asked her were the biology lab was.

From ten to ten thirty, Double D found himself researching utterly fascinating (and extremely confusing) information on sickle-celled anemia. Then he found himself rushing over to check on Stephanie at the school. The next five hours rushed by, and almost everyone asked if he was okay. The worst part was that he was so mentally stressed out he hadn't had a chance to think about that thing he was forgetting. He knew he should have remembered it. Maybe he was subconsciously forgetting it on purpose- and if that was true, it was that much more alarming. It would have to be bad for his subconscious to repress the memories.

Exhausted, he sat in a chair and looked at the next thing on his to-do list. To his horror, he realized he still had much to do.

"This is a perfect universe," Double D scoffed uncharacteristically as he stood up, "and Ed's comics are real and actually physically possible."

3:00-3:30- BREAK (You'll need to pick up Stephanie from school and send her to the daycare now; sorry hun –Nazz)

"Double D, do I have to go to the daycare center?" Stephanie pouted as they entered the semi-crowded main hall. She then saw her mother coming over, and quickly corrected herself. "I mean, Sir Eddward, do I have to go to the daycare center? It is worse than the nursery!"

They have a separate nursery and daycare center? Double D wondered exhaustedly, smiling lightly as Nazz came up to them.

He couldn't quite help thinking Nazz might have something to do with what he forgot. I need to remember that soon. I'm pretty sure it's important.

"Stephanie, honey, I'm sorry," Nazz said almost kindly, looking the girl in the eye. "I know the daycare center's no fun, but Eddward has a lot of very important work to do."

The little girl pouted, but nodded obediently before running away.

Double D looked down at his watch. "Oh no! It's 3:30! I have to go help those trainees…"

"Don't worry about that, Double D," Nazz said softly. "All that will be taken care of. We need to head to the meeting."

"What meeting?" Double D asked. Out of the blue, he thought: Am I going to get an answer to that question that's been bugging me all day?

"We've had a change of plans," Nazz mumbled quietly so there was no chance of anyone but Double D hearing her. "We're holding the meeting in about five minutes."

He was still puzzled. "What me-"

Then it came back to him. The memories of the night before hit him like a ton of bricks (pardon the cliché)… or, rather, like a ton of Toxin D.

"I can't believe I blocked this out of my memory!" Double D cried loudly. "We have to stop this, Nazz. How can you do this? And why is the meeting being held early?"

Nazz's smile almost seemed regretful. Maybe I can change her mind, Double D thought silently. Silently gesturing for Double D to speak quieter, she whispered, "As I said, Eddward, we had a change in plans. It's very important you come to this meeting."

"I don't want any part in this!" he whispered. "How could you allow me to kill all these innocent people? Nazz, what about the rights of humanity? What about… Stephanie?"

Nazz paused, looking shocked. "How could you suggest we'd leave her behind? She's coming with us, Double D. And you're coming with me!"

Before Double D could protest, Nazz dragged him down the hall. He started to pull away, but realized that people were staring at them. I can't let them know about this, he thought. He stopped struggling and walked down the annoyingly bright halls, not knowing what to expect.