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was thinking of making more non yumeship related valentines day fanart but I ran out of time, oops... anyway I reallyyy liked how this one turned out, isn't Tord just the cutest ever?! I need to kiss his stupid face.
Here’s now the seventh batch of chapters for my DisplacEdd AU fic! The previous batches are all here: 1 2 3 4 5 6)
Looks like the guys finally make it back home, and yet their renovation plan isn’t quite complete.
“Okay, they should hopefully be wrapping up on that ‘fumigation’ already. We should be about five minutes away from home then, does anyone need anything before we arrive?”
Edd receives no response from his housemates, as he keeps on driving down the path towards 27 Durdam Lane. In the back seat, Tom had already fallen asleep from a combination of being slightly tipsy and some mild exhaustion, while Matt was too busy picking at his abnormally sharp teeth to get rid of some pieces of chicken that had managed to get stuck in his gums.
As Edd takes a quick glance at a certain someone sitting in the front passenger seat, he realizes that Future Edd has been staring at him, instead of the road like he did earlier.
For how long? Edd is unsure, but it begins to fills him with a sense of unease.
Does he want to go get something, maybe some more cola? I think our order of cola from the corner shop should be arriving later today, maybe he’s thinking about that?…….. no, no, just look at him, he’s thinking about something deeper…….
As Edd’s eyes drifts back onto the road, he gently turns the radio’s knob to at least fill up the car with some top 20’s pop music, so they’re not all just sitting around in pure silence.
It’s not long until he finally reaches the final curve towards the straight forward road that is 27 Durdam Lane, and his eyes nearly pop out of his head, once he realizes what’s parked on his driveway.
“Is…… is that the Ecto-1.”, was all Edd could sputter out, as he pulls the car into park, on the side of the street.
“…….I think it’s called the Ectomobile, Edd.”, Future Edd replies, in a somewhat equally shocked tone.
“Whatever, just, are the Ghostbusters in our house right now?”
“The what-now?”, Matt says, as he butts into the conversation.
“Oh! I think I remember seeing them before? Some fellas in white jumpsuits, back on Halloween a handful of years ago, I think?”
“Yeah…… I try not to think too much about that Halloween though”, Edd says, as a quick shudder goes through him, just at the memory of that night in particular.”
As they all look on, both at the Ecto-1 and their house, the three of them seem to be at a bypass on what to do next.
“Do we, uh, do we knock? Or do we just continue to wait outside?”, Matt says, while gently scratching the side of his face.
“I don’t know Matt, the guy on the phone said they would come in and come out in just a couple of hours, so I was expecting them to be done already? I doubt I can ask Edward on how long this took either, since this didn’t happen in his original timeline!”
“Well I just hope they’re not trashing the place, I’d hate to see any of my collectibles being tossed around and covered in ectoplasm!”
“Matt. They might be doing you a favor in breaking any of your stuff, so we can then actually get rid of it.”
“……… you can be a real dickhead, you know that Edd?”
Edd lets out a small chortle, as he really does love seeing Matt get all riled up over the silliest things.
Before any of them could speak again, a sudden red and white colored flash goes across all of the windows in the house, and it instantly goes away, as fast as it came.
In just a few mere seconds after that, their front door is nearly kicked down, as one of the ‘exterminators’ is covered in soot, alongside holding a steaming hot ghost trap. His fellow teammates follow behind him, as they quickly pile into their white Cadillac. They then drive off immediately, practically leaving some fresh tire marks on the driveway in the process.
“Well. I guess that’s it then.”, Future Edd blankly says, as the trio tries to process what had just occurred in front of their faces.
“Matt, go wake up Tom to let him know we’re here, and I’ll head inside to see if they finally got that wretched spirit.” he then says, as Future Edd steps out of the passenger side door.
“Wait, hold on, let me go with you this time!!”, Edd frantically says, as he soon follows suit.
“What? N-no, please stay in the car just in case.”
“Oh come on Edward, you already know what we’ve been through already at this point. Can you stop….. I dunno…… babying me at this point?! I’m not a coward and I sure do hope you don’t view me as one.”
Future Edd’s face changes into one of what could be determined as shock, although with a small hint of embarrassment.
“F-fine. Whatever. YOU go in first then.”
Edd couldn’t agree or disagree to this suggestion, as Future Edd nearly lunges towards his younger self, firmly grabbing him by the shoulders and proceeding to nearly send him flying through the front door.
“OKAY, OKAY, RELAX!! Gosh, everything with you is all extremes, huh.”
As Edd briefly stumbles into the living room, everything seems to be okay. Sure, those ‘exterminators’ did track some dirt across the carpet floor, but the house has certainly been in worse conditions before.
Removing all that dirt will probably be easier than a metric ton of clone blood. I think it’s Tom’s turn to vacuum anyways.
Future Edd lingers behind his younger self, as they proceed to take the stairs to the new attic.
“So? What are you waiting for. Check it out.”
“Okay Edward I get it, stop being such a hard-ass.”
Edd grumbles to himself as he finally pokes his head out of the stairwell to face the attic, and it is…….. empty.
Sure, there’s a single square-shaped hole in the wall and some red-ish colored splotches of potentially supernatural ooze splattered on the floor, but Edd was honestly expecting it to be worse off. The broken window from earlier still remained, but at least that was technically Future Edd’s doing.
“I guess they didn’t fully trash the place then? Edward, looks like your plan did pan out then, huh?”
“…….I guess so. Granted I never expected it to just…… be so easily resolved like this. It feels…… off.”
“I mean, you did technically kinda sorta alter the timeline, in a minor way? How are you holding up then?”
“I mean, I’m not ‘dying’ like earlier today, but I dunno, I feel like some sort of horrific repercussion should be happening to me at this point.”, Future Edd says while shrugging, as Edd gently paces around the new living space.
“For now at least, let’s just tell the guys that it’s safe to be in here, and that Tom can help assist Matt in moving all of his crap in here. I’ll help you repaint your bedroom, so just give me a second to get the paint and tarps then, alright?”
“That sounds great. Could I get some cola before we begin though?…… and the cookies too, I’ve been craving them since the drive back.”
“Sure, get some for me too at least.”
The two of them exchange a small smile, before trodding off down the stairs.
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“Wow Matt, your record collection is in such poor condition. Seriously, un-sleeved singles? Do you have no respect?!”, a disgruntled Tom says out loud, as he struggles to lift up one of many cardboard boxes just filled with a plethora of random items, mostly junk.
“Well excuse me for actually using my records, instead of just keeping them all sealed up and plastered all over the walls, collecting dust!”, Matt retorts, as he too also is burdened by so many heavy boxes.
Both Edd and Future Edd could faintly hear Tom and Matt’s faint back-and-forth bickering from the attic’s staircase, as they’re now preoccupied with their own matter.
Edd had managed to bring in a couple cans of dark green paint, which looked basically untouched, as there was a fine layer of dust caking their lids. He did have a habit of buying miscellaneous art supplies in bulk for dirt cheap, whenever he could, regardless of the artistic medium.
As Future Edd munches away on one of the last few cookies from the kitchen, he lazily kicks around a blue plastic tarp across the bedroom floor, trying to cover as much of the carpet as he could.
Granted, he initially didn’t bother moving around the bed, dresser, drafting table, and pretty much any other piece of leftover furniture in the room. It isn’t until Edd, as he took off his hoodie to get ready to paint, called him out for his laziness in setting up the tarp. Future Edd lets out a small groan, before finally pushing out all of the furniture to have the room be fully bare, as Edd hands him a paint roller.
“Aren’t you going to remove that coat and your hoodie too? I removed my hoodie so I don’t splash any paint onto my sleeves. I’ve already stained this shirt with some charcoal the other day, so it’s not a big deal I stain it with this paint. You on the other hand? Yeah we need to buy you some new clothes as soon as possible……”
“I don’t like taking my coat off under any circumstances. I expected myself to pick up on that already.”
“Fine. If it gets splattered with a glob of paint though, YOU wash it out yourself then.”
Edd eyes down his future self, before Future Edd lets out a scoff, as he caves into taking the black trench coat and his hoodie.
“Okay that’s it. Can we please start painting already, or do you want me to strip any further?”
“Oh shut up you! I already feel kinda embarrassed to see myself nude in the mirror, so I don’t need to envision the thought of my future self also being in the buff!”
Edd proceeds to grimace at the thought of it, while Future Edd sneers at him. Edd then promptly bends over to open up the paint cans with a well worn-out screwdriver.
As the two of them begin to dunk their paint rollers into the first can, Edd is briefly taken aback at how his future self’s arms flex while doing so. The fact that his ill fitting Union Jack t-shirt is quite taut against his chest, leaves little to Edd’s imagination of how buff his future self is, even with all of that fat seemingly obscuring his musculature.
I need to know how he got so buff…… he’s still pretty fat though. Should I try out a diet?…….. nah it would never work, I would never abandon cola like that.
It isn’t long until the first wall is fully painted, as having two of the exact same person does make the job go by fast. The four-walled room itself isn’t that large, which does help contribute to the job going at the rate it is.
The work in silence, letting the gentle sloshing of the paint cans and the splattering of the paint rollers do the speaking for them. Edd is a bit more meticulous in painting the walls though, ensuring that the applied coat is smooth and even, before applying the next layer.
On the other hand, Future Edd is working at a much faster pace, but is leaving faint streaks of uneven paint layers in the process.
Why is he rushing through this? I know he knows how to layer paint properly…… I just hope he isn’t banking on the idea of me finishing up all of the walls on my own……
It isn’t long until Edd begins to nitpick the actions of his future self.
“Hey, what’s the matter now? We did the first wall okay, but just look at your half on the second wall. I can literally run my fingers through the uneven gaps!”
“O-oh. Well uh, I must’ve missed then. It doesn’t matter, as I can just cover those up with the dresser or whatever.”
“Edward! I only sort-of agreed to painting the walls since I expected you to put at least some effort into it, especially since you sounded so desperate about it at the chippy.”
“DESPERATE?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m…… well……. I am desperate Edd. You know I come from absolutely nothing in the future.”
“Still, don’t mooch off of my generosity…….. um, ah….. s-sorry, I didn’t intend to come off as too hars-”
“It’s okay Edd. I guess I’m still just ‘going through the motions’ about this whole situation.”, Future Edd says, while his face slumps into a faint frown, as he bends over to dip his paint roller once more.
Edd bites his lips, seemingly trying to think of a way to apologize, but he ends up keeping silent.
As the sun and clouds drift by in the room’s large window, the two of them proceed in steadily painting the four walls, although at a bit of a slower pace.
It seems like Edd’s mild complaint did get to Future Edd’s mind, as he’s now being much more meticulous about the paint that he’s laying on.
I’m not that desperate……. if he was in my shoes, in MY timeline, he’d understand what I’m going through……. I’m never going to recover, I can’t and I never will…….
“H-hey Edward?”
“Hm?”
“You uh, you look a bit distracted.”
“What do you mean.”
“You’ve been rolling your paint roller in the exact same spot on the wall for the past minute or so, and your eyes looked glossed over.”
“Oh.”
Future Edd now faces the spot on the wall in particular, realizing that it’s now absurdly caked in a glob of wet paint.
“It’s okay, I can get a paint scraper from garage later and scape it off when it dries. Well, if it does.”
Edd titters faintly, once again trying to recover the situation.
Future Edd just lets out another groan in frustration, as he dumps the paint roller into the bucket, nearly splashing some of the paint in it all over his severely scuffed-up shoes.
“I don’t know Edd. Do I really deserve to live here?”
“Oh not again, we’ve talked about this already! Come on, I don’t feel…… comfortable with the idea of you being on your own again out there. You say you can ‘take care of yourself’, but you’ve done nothing but mope around nearly this entire time!”
Future Edd responds with a wide-eyed stare, before re-composing himself.
“Well….. I did avoid you guys from getting beat up by that ghost, and I did get thrown out of that window at least.”
“Yeah, and you also had like two different panic attacks since you’ve been here AND a fake near-death experience this morning.”
“I’M GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS EDD.”
Edd responds by rubbing the bridge of his nose, before feeling something wet hitting the side of his right leg.
Oh you have to be fucking kidding me.
He looks down upon himself, now realizing that during this conversation, he still had his still sopping wet paint roller in his grasp, beside his body. A large streak of dark green paint runs down his khaki pants, and he understandably lets out a frustrated groan.
It is swiftly contrasted by a chuckle from his future self, before his face returns back to his typical morose expression.
“Okay, you know what Edward? Fine. Who gives a shit. Might as well throw the entire paint can across the wall huh?”
On cue, Edd grabs one of the cans and hurls it towards the red colored wall that was behind his future self, and the can loudly splatters across it.
Shockingly, the paint seemingly spreads itself out across the entire wall, even to the corners, without spilling a drop.
The two of them look at each other in awe, before Future Edd picks up one of the cans to inspect it.
“‘Insta-Paint.’ Instructions: Throw at desired wall for instant paint coverage. Do not apply manually with individual strokes, as the effect will not take hold………”
“……….. I really need to start double-checking what stuff I buy.”
The two of them finally lock their eyes onto each other, before they begin to loudly guffaw at the absurdity of their situation.
“Okay, okay, your turn for the last wall then.”, Edd says, while bending over to hand the final can of paint to Future Edd.
As Future Edd reaches out to grab it, his hand briefly brushes over his younger self’s hand.
Huh. His hand feels so soft…… I forgot how plump my hands used to look like though…… at least they’re not as hairy as mine.
Hm. His hand feels so coarse….. and it’s way bigger than mine as well….. what the fuck has he been eating in the future?
As Future Edd gleefully chucks the can against the last wall, the very last aspect of the color red in the room is final covered up.
“I wasn’t sure how painting the room in such a deep shade of dark green would look like, but I’d have to say Edward, it does look quite serene, if I do say so myself.”
“Any color is better than red. At least, this one feels a bit calming. Hey, I really do want to say thank you Edd. I know today was a bit of a rough start, with my whole ‘time traveler’s deja vu’ thing, but…….. I really do appreciate being with you. I’m not kidding.”
Future Edd begins to stand adjacent towards Edd, before firmly planting one of his hands on his left shoulder.
“I’m sorry about the paint getting all over one of your pant legs though. I uh, I never intended that me getting lost in my own thoughts to uh, get in the way.”
“……… no, no, it was my fault Edward. I guess I’m a big frustrated too with this whole situation as well. I’m trying my best to accommodate you here, but perhaps I just need to know myself better a bit more, y’know?”
Future Edd nods in response, before he turns his gaze towards the pile of furniture he placed into the hallway.
“I’ll take care of that, and to also remove that glob that I made as well too later. Just uh, go take a breather Edd. You’ve done enough today and I don’t wanna wear you out any further.”
“…….. are you sure? I’m still fine to help your room get all set up!”
“I’m good Edd. Go finish up that can of cola you opened up and left in the kitchen before we started as well, it’s gonna turn flat.”
“Oh right!!! I nearly forgot!”
As Edd manages to weave through the furniture that’s left between the doorway and the hallway, Future Edd is left alone.
He takes a moment to really soak in the new appearance of the bedroom. It does look way more calming, instead of the nearly blood-red colored walls it was initially.
Still, even after taking the time to push back all of the furniture into the room, and scraping off that glob of paint to then promptly paint over it, something still nags at the back of his mind.
hes the sunlight that wakes me up in the morning, the star that brights my dreams, the scent of the flower in the garden inside my heart, the teddy bear I hug to sleep every night... literally. I do actually do that.
