#ive had the victorious intro stuck for like a whole day

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

shoot! it’s still ed appreciation month here, so here’s a collection of fanfic intros that never went anywhere lmao... hecka heeecka long sorry ! there are a ? few good lines in there, but nothing stuck.

1) Ed loved to make monsters. It was one of the funnest things he knew - and one of the only times his parents let him use wet glue and scissors. That in itself gave the whole endeavor a special place in his heart. All of his little monsters had names and stories, and most of them lived on his shelf. The rest of them lived on his friends' and family's shelves. He would get praised every holiday for his gifts - so creative! So cute! So colorful! Everyone agreed, he really had a knack for making the little guys! 

Right now, he was flopped over on his desk, hands covered in glue, halfheartedly sticking and unsticking a long, curly horn to his newest monster's head. This one was going to be named Crusher, he knew that already. He lived in sewers. Which sewers, he wasn't sure yet. Maybe New York City? Or was that too common? Maybe he would live in California. Not enough monsters lived in California, with the surfboards and the blonde ladies. That would be good, Ed decided with a little smile. Maybe he'd paint on some little swimming trunks. Yeah. Yeah! That was a great idea.

His arm still felt heavy and slow though, so he put the curly clay horn down on the table and sighed. Coming up with the right setting for little Crusher didn't make him feel better like he'd thought it would. 

Ed adjusted himself so his chin was on his folded hands. What was Crusher going to do for a living, he wondered? Most monsters just terrorized astronauts, or hikers, or beautiful women. Or children. Children like him. Okay, there was a start. Although he wasn't sure what kids in California were like. Did they go to the beach with their bikini-clad mothers? Did they go.... all the time? Probably. It made him smile to think about little kids going to the beach every day. Maybe they lived there! Maybe that was just the best place in the world! Until, of course, Crusher came along. Bum bum buuummmm.

Ed furrowed his brow while he thought. Crusher would tromp around on the beach, of course, because as far as he knew, that was all there was to California. There were signs that were like, oh, beware of Crusher! But some new kids showed up one day and didn't understand the sign. Ed frowned. And they.... uh, got... eaten? Or maybe kidnapped. Or smacked against a wall. Eww... Ed buried his head in his hands and shook it back and forth, silently saying No to his idea. That was dumb. 

Maybe Crusher should terrorize the bikini ladies instead.

1.5)  Ed's father sat down on the ground next to his son. "Whatcha making there?"

Ed lifted one heavy hand and dropped it to the table. "Monsters."

2) Ed's mouth felt thick and cottony when he tried to talk, and it made him cry harder that his words wouldn't come out the way he expected them to. "Eddy, your brother's a monster," he choked out.

Eddy slammed his hands over his ears and shook his head in denial. "Don't say that, Ed! That's rude!"

The statement had sounded fake as it was coming out of Ed's mouth, to be quite honest, and his crying quieted while he tried to figure out what he had said that wasn't right. Eddy.. that was correct. He had a brother, yes. And Ed had tried to describe him. Monster... that wasn't right. Was it? Monsters were beautiful. Ed knew. He had a million of them. They came in all shapes and sizes and they were terrifying and beautiful. 

Okay, well, maybe Eddy's brother was beautiful to someone. Certainly not to Ed. Not like any monster he knew. 

So why had that been the word that seemed to describe him best in the moment? 

Eddy was asking him things, asking if he was okay and if he wanted to go home now, and asking him not to tell anyone except him what his brother had done, but Ed had a hard time coming down to listen. So he nodded and said Uh Huh and let Eddy stick a little zebra bandage on his bloody forehead and lead him out the door and send him home. 

Monster. What did monsters do? Ed wasn't sure there was any one thing they did. Some of them liked to eat people. That was just what they liked eating. It was like him eating cereal or something. Not evil. Others liked to kidnap women. Ed had no idea what that was about, but they liked to swing axes and chainsaws around. So, there was another kind of monster. Probably evil but maybe doesn't know it. Ed had seen a few movies where that monster was a human, but he'd never liked them much. He preferred his monsters with scales and wings and slime and horns.

And here he had a monster on his hands. ummm this is going badly Ed liked to be scared. He'd lap up any and all gross movies that came his way and he loved to read the books that gave him shivers and he loved big long scary shadows on his walls. No reason, really - he just really liked them. He liked that feeling. 

So, naturally, it was doubly terrifying when he found himself alone with Eddy's brother, at the business end of that furious sneer, and realized he absolutely did not like the feelings he was feeling now. 

Sometimes people asked him about his past, about why he was like this, and he would smile proudly and say he had survived a monster attack. In the moment, when he was busy not dying, he hadn't thought of it like that. That wasn't a monster attack. Monster attacks were cinematic and colorful and there was music and weapons and the hero standing on the battlefield at the end and kissing the cute love interest. There was absolutely none of that in Ed's personal monster attack. So it took a while to start calling it that. But after a while, when the shock of it had passed and it was just one of the many events that had played out in his lifetime, Monster Attack seemed to be the best and least worrisome term to use. No one pushed it further when he brought it up, it made people smile, and best of all, he could imagine all the cinematics and the colors and the music and weapons and he could imagine himself standing there, bloody but victorious, Eddy's brother beating a hasty retreat because Ed was the hero and no one wins against the hero. In reality, he sometimes remembered at night when he was trying to sleep, Eddy's brother had bolted when Ed was blacking out, and then there was Eddy shaking him awake and later his mother holding him at the doctor's and insisting his injuries couldn't be that bad because there was no way he could have gotten hurt that badly.

2.5) Ed barely noticed he'd walked in the door to his house and was halfway to his room, and he probably wouldn't have noticed he'd made it that far if it wasn't for his mother's shrill cry and the pair of hands that whipped him around on his heels. "Ed? Ed, what happened- honey- look-" his mother stammered, all frantic and concerned. Ed wasn't used to her looking at him like that, with her eyes wide and her brow knotted, chewing on her lip. Worried about him. Worried about him?

His dad was there too now, kneeling down to look into his eyes. "Hey, sport," he said at least once, probably more than once, just trying to keep Ed's attention, "Heey there sport," peering intently at his face, his big hand holding Ed's arm supportively. 

Ed's mom pushed his short hair back with her hand and it finally hit him how much his head hurt, so he jerked away and stopped daydreaming. ghghh 

They were both talking anxiously to one another, his mom fluttering about like a bird, his father talking in a low voice and rubbing Ed's arm up and down soothingly. Ed didn't pay attention to what they were saying, but quickly enough he was in his mother's arms and they were in the car and he didn't have to put on his seatbelt because his mom was holding him tightly to her chest.

3) "You're going to be a big brother soon, sport!"

Ed had almost forgotten, in fact, and resisted the affectionate hair ruffle his father was offering him. He was going to be a WHAT? When???? He voiced these questions to his dad, who answered with a sunny grin, "Baby's due any day now. Isn't that exciting, Ed? You'll get to teach her how to ride a bike, and how to play catch, and how to read...."

Ed frowned."I don't know how to do those things, either," he reminded his dad. "I'm four."

When his dad started to apologize and clarify that he'd meant later after Ed did know those things, Ed just kinda wandered away downstairs to his room. his dad keeps talking to the empty room for a good minute.

Ed flipped open his notebook and awkwardly grabbed a big crayon in his hand. A big brother? He didn't want to be a big brother! Oh, sure, when Mom first told him, smiling and hugging him, he had been excited. A baby sibling! Someone to play with when Eddy was sick! Someone to show off to the neighborhood kids and push around in a stroller, like the baby from Monster Worms from Robot Mars IV! He couldn't wait!

Then, a few months later, he learned exactly what it was big brothers do. His head still ached from that incident. He still talked a little funny. And, most importantly, he wanted nothing to do with big brothers ever again in his entire life. Big sisters, too, probably. Siblings were just a horrible mess of bruises and crying and taking your leftovers without asking you. He had managed to forget he was going to be one in a few short weeks. 

The drawing on his page was a squiggly mess of red that had a vaguely monster-like form, and he put down his crayon to stare at it. Then he flipped the page, grabbed a green crayon, and started again. It was easier to worry while he was drawing. 

He thought about the way Eddy's brother would put his heavy hands on Eddy's shoulders, the way Eddy's eyes would stretch wide and he'd tense his shoulders up to his ears and look lovingly up at his brother. He thought about all the times Eddy had hurt himself when Ed wasn't around, and he thought about that one day Eddy had pointed to all the hurts and explained they were actually not his doing but don't tell anyone Ed I'm warning you. He thought about sitting in his yard and hearing the screaming and watching Eddy's brother storm out from the house down the street and never come back. And he thought about his mama's big round tummy that he used to press his cheek to, back before he had put all the pieces together and figured out what being a big brother meant. That time her tiny arm or leg thumped his through his mom's shirt. And he tried to imagine himself putting his big hands on his baby sister's head and frowning at her, and her smiling at him so he wouldn't be mad. He tried to imagine hurting her. 

And, of course, he realized after a moment that he couldn't actually see what he was drawing anymore, and that when he touched his face his hand came away wet. 

He wasn't going to do those things to his baby sister. It didn't matter if every other brother in the entire history of siblings had done those things to his baby siblings, Ed decided then and there he couldn't do that. So what if he was the only one? What could possibly ever be bad enough that he would have to hurt his new baby sister? Nothing, he presumed.

4) He had buried his face in his dad's chest and hadn't come up for air in hours. Ed didn't want to see the little sister he was going to have to be a big brother to. He didn't want to fall in love, just in case he ever became Eddy's brother part two and gave her bruises. 

Ed's father didn't argue, just held his tiny son in both hands and gently talked to his mother. "He'll love her soon enough," he told her. "He's just a kid. He needs time to get used to it."

Ed couldn't see it, but his mother was pursing her lips and shaking her head for most of those hours he spent with his face in his dad's shirt. She didn't like that he wasn't happy to have a sister, but she reluctantly agreed that it was early and he was just a baby, himself. She agreed that he would learn to love his baby sister in time.

4.5) His dad stood up, lifting Ed easily with him, to leave. "I'll come back in a few hours, okay?" 

Ed lifted his head from the little sweaty spot where it had been planted for the longest time. The bright hospital lights hurt his bleary eyes. "We can't leave!" he cried. "I haven't even met her yet!" In those long hours of sitting on his dad's lap and thinking things over, he had decided he really did want to meet his sister and fall in love. 4.5 pt 2) His hand came down on top of hers - oh, it was so tiny - and he very, very carefully closed his fingers around it. 

His mom stiffened ever so slightly, but his dad put his hand on her shoulder to silence her.

Ed stared intently into his sister's closed eyes, taking in every tiny eyelash and wrinkle. 

Half a thought of Eddy's brother looking at baby Eddy like this flashed in his mind, but he shoved it aside. With a tiny smile and cock of his head, he decided he liked her.

5) Ed had absolutely no idea what was going on.

That wasn't really abnormal, but this time he was a little concerned that he was missing some really vital information. Sarah was sitting on his lap. Sarah hadn't sat on his lap since she was three. Sarah was sitting on his lap and holding his hand and not yelling at him and she had been doing this for the last four hours. Obviously, Ed must have missed something critical.

Finally, as he watched his clock tick over from 2:59 to 3:00, he asked her. "What's goin' on, baby sister?"

Sarah burst into tears and buried her head in his chest.

Oh. Okay, gee, something was really wrong that he was missing out on. She wasn't screaming accusing things at him or demanding anything, she wasn't running to Mom or Dad for comfort, she was sitting on his lap and wheezing and crying.

Ed put his hand on her back and patted her firmly, tilting his head so if she looked up she would catch his eye. "Is it because we ran away from home?" 

"No, Ed-" she said between cries.

"Oh. Is it because of what Eddy did to you guys?"

Sarah shook her head and started to sit up again, wiping at her eyes. 

Ed chewed on his lip nervously. "Is it because... Oh, was it because of Eddy's brother?"

Sarah burst back into tears and that answered his question. Chills went down his back, thinking about that whole thing again himself, and he threw his arms around his sister and hugged her tight. "There, there," he offered.

She sniffled wetly and looked back down at his hands. "Did you know him before he moved away?"

Ed nodded and shrugged at the same time. "A little."

Sarah nodded and picked up his hand, pressing it to her face. "He never did those things back then, did he?"

Ed made a vague sort of gesture with his head and rubbed his hand up and down over her cheek. "Probably?"

5.5) Ed looked down at her little green eyes and frowned deeply. He refused to let her know what Eddy's brother had done to him. He refused to tell her how many nights he had spent letting himself cry because he was scared tomorrow would be the day he started hurting her. He refused to tell her how desperately he wanted to be a good big brother, how he had loved her for as long as he could remember. He refused to tell her how terrified he was to meet her that first day, because he had been convinced at four years old that hurting their younger siblings is what big brothers do, and he desperately wanted to not ever do that. 

She saved him from having to find something safe to say between all those things he refused to say by putting her head on his chest again and whispering, "I'm glad you're my brother, Ed."

#NONE OF THESE ARE AT ALL FINISHED #AND IF YOU CLICK THE READ MORE PREPARE FOR A WAAAALLLL OF TEXT #eene #ed appreciation month #my writes #abuse ment #i mean eddy's bro is there what do you expect