eddie

part two

Dr. Styles was standing over Mila, staring at her lifeless body laying on the big hospital bed. He slowly removed the pillow off of Mila's face and pulled the blanket over her. The realization finally hit him like a ton of bricks. He just killed the mother of the love of his life. Dr. Styles' lips quivered as his hands started to shake. He looked down at his watch and then up at the clock on the wall. "Time of death, 1:32 pm." He announced, his voice trembling. Ed looked over at y/n. "She knows what to do..." He mutters, moving closer to y/n. "Get the bag." He growled. Y/n watched Dr. Styles in pure horror. "D-Dr. S-Styles...." Y/n stammered, backing away from baby Eddie as he continued to move closer to her. "I c-can't do this.. I just can't.. P-please.. E-Eddie, I haven't done anything.. Kris is lying on the floor, we need to h-help her." Y/n started to panic. Startled was an understatement. She had just witnessed Dr. Styles murder innocent Mila Kunis and was being threatened to be defeated by a newborn baby. This was all too much for her. "P-please, call for help.. I mean, y-you have to d-do the right thing.." Y/n said, waiting for a response from Dr. Styles. Dr. Styles looked at Ed and then back down at Kris laying on the floor by his feet. "Finish her, baby." He said to Ed, motioning to Kris and completely ignoring y/n's begs for help. Ed turned around and kneeled down next to Kris. "Bye bye, grandma." He said before opening his ginormous baby hand and wrapping it around Kris' throat. Kris jolted awake, starting to choke and gasp for air. "E-Ed... B-baby... G-grandma l-loves y-" Was all Kris got out before her head fell back and she was dead. A smirk appeared on Ed's face as he stood back up. "Good job Eddie!" Dr. Styles exclaimed. "You did such a wonderful job!" He kissed Ed's cheek, marking down Kris' time of death as 1:37 pm.

All of a sudden, Ed's stomach churned and started making gurgling noises. "Uh oh.." Ed said, his eyes wide as he made eye contact with Dr. Styles. "I think something is wrong with my tummy..." He put his hands on his stomach. "It's okay, Eddie. Let it out. You can do it." Dr. Styles encouraged Ed. Ed's face turned bright red as he pushed out what he originally thought was a fart. He quickly realized that it was in fact, not a shart when he felt something wet, runny, and warm run down his legs. Dr. Styles smiled, proud of sweet baby Eddie, when he noticed that Eddie had sharted, right on Kris Jenner's corpse. Y/n covered her mouth in complete fright, an immediate gag escaping her mouth. "Clean up on aisle 12.." Dr. Styles joked, laughing softly at the mess Eddie had made right in front of him. Y/n looked at Dr. Styles and Ed, shaking her head in disbelief. "You guys are insane. I have to get out of here." She started to cry, running over to the door. Right when y/n put her hand on the doorknob and went to open the door, it flew open.

Kendall Jenner walked into the room, instantly covering her nose with her shirt. "Jesus Christ, what is that god awful smell?" She asked, looking over at Ed, who was straddling over Kris. She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth in horror. Kendall ran over to Kris, immediately starting to cry when she realized her mother was gone. "Mom! No!" She yelled, pushing Ed away from Kris. "What did you do?!" She yelled in Ed's face, tears filling her eyes. She could not believe her mother was laying on the ground, dead, with Ed's shart all over her face. Ed looked at Kendall, starting to show his teeth as a growl escaped his lips. "Back up, Kendall.. Eddie's maaad. And he's scary when he's mad. Look at what happened to your mom." Dr. Styles smirked, putting his hand on Ed's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. Ed took a deep breath, slowly starting to calm himself down after feeling Harry's warm hand touch his bare skin. Dr. Styles breathes in a sharp breath and looks over to Ed. "Eddie, it's okay." He whispered into Ed's ear. Ed leaned back into Dr. Styles' touch, feeling calm when he felt his breath touch the back of his neck.

Kendall looked at Dr. Styles and Ed in complete disgust. "This is the most sick and twisted thing I have ever fucking seen. What is wrong with you two?! This freak baby just shit on my dead mother's face!" She yelled, tears starting to fill her eyes out of anger. Dr. Styles looked at Kendall, his teeth gritting and his face turning red. "What did you just say? Did you just call him a.. a.... f-freak?" Dr. Styles said with a furious tone heard in his voice. "Yeah! You fucking heard me! This man child is a freak! A literal fre-" Before she could finish her sentence Dr. Styles leaped towards her and pushed her onto the ground, he wrapped his large hands filled with rings around her throat and began to yell "HE'S NOT A FREAK HE'S MY BABY!" When Kendall began to lose consciousness, Dr. Styles let go of her now bruised throat. "That's what I thought, you baby hating bitch. Don't talk to my Eddie baby like that."

As all of this was going on, y/n thought it was the perfect time to make her great escape. She started to scoot towards the door as quietly as she possibly could. 'Please don't hear me... Please don't hear me..." y/n repeated to herself internally, inches away from the door. Out of the corner of Ed's eye, he saw y/n trying to get out of the room and ran over to her. He stepped on her hand, glaring at her. "Where do ya think you're going?" He said in his strong, sexy British accent. Before y/n could respond back to Ed, he punched her in the face, knocking her out completely. "Good job, Eddie baby. Now the fun begins." Dr. Styles looked at Ed, so proud of what he accomplished at such a young age.