Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: part 16

Wilford sat down in Dark's seat in the conference room, tapping his finger against the table, really wanting for this session with Ed to be over with. He stared a head with a scowl, listening as Ed spoke. 

"You okay boss?" Ed asked, noticing his scowl.

Wilford turned to him, his scowl dropping slightly, mentally rolling his eyes as he sat up.

Always the suck up.

"I'm fine Ed." He sighed, rubbing his head, looking at the clock only finding that they hung out for 5 minutes. "You were saying about the next live stream?"

"Well... I've set up a fund-raising page for my Ed Edgar Adoptallott's Baby Bulk Buy."

He probably wants to by more bins for the kids.

"What kind of fund-raiser are we talking about?" Wilford asked calmly, tapping his finger against the table once more. "Why do you want to do it?"

Ed looked down, resting his hands on the table, his features softening. "... I received 60 new kids who were.... who were abandoned."

Wilford stoped tapping his finger against the table, slowly look up, starring off. "Abandoned?"

Ed gave him a nod looking down solemnly. "Yeah. And none of them... had anything except the clothes on their backs! Their parents just... just dropped them off on the side of the roads, or left them in a store. Hell some were knocking on our front door!" 

Wilford studied the cowboys features. He had never seen Ed get upset over something. 

"And I was kind of wondering if we could promote a fund-raising page for charity , where we can be able to pay for new clothes for the children, blankets, shoes, food, anything. And not just for my orphanage. For Orphanages everywhere, because I know there are kids out there who are going with out and I can't live with myself knowing that."

Wilford looked down for a moment, slightly stunned. "That's actually... A pretty good idea." He said out loud, getting Ed's attention. "The only time we would be able to promote it to the public is during my- Wilford and Bim's show. Why don't you tell Wilford to sponcer it in the next-."

"Wilford?, ha." Ed scoffed rolling his eyes. "He wouldn't give me the time of day." 

Wilford stared at him with a scorn. "I'm sure if you just told him-."

"Then he would brush me aside, not giving me a chance to better explain what I'm trying to do." Ed snapped, shaking his head. "I swear, he just hates me."

"I'm sure he has his reasons." Wilford whispered, drinking from this mug. "I'm sure you hate him too."

"But I don't hate him." Ed argued, looking up at Wilford, who paused starring ahead.

Wilford slowly lowered the cup, turning to him, his features softening. "You... you don't?"

Ed shook his head. "No. I respect him as second in command. I respect his work. I never said I hated him. But... It seems like he hates me." He then turned to the dark ego with sadness in his eyes. "He makes me out to be this kid trafficing asshole. Selling kids just for the money, but that's not the case! I care about the kids!" He shook his head. "I make sure they get into good homes, make sure that the the families are safe and care for them." He slowly took his glasses off as he looked down. "I don't even make any money out of it. That-that was just an act, all the money that is ever made goes to those kids."

Wilford's features softened, watching as a few tears stream down Ed's eyes. He had never seen this side of Ed before. 

Ed blinked quickly wipping the tears away. "I'm sorry sir I-." He shook his head sighing. "It's just-just I don't know what I did to make him hate me."

Wilford stared down at the table, guilt replacing his annoyances. He never knew Ed was actually kind and a carring person. Wilford gave him a sad smile placing a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. "I... I'm sure someday... He'll see your good side."

Ed stared at the dark ego, wipping some tears away, giving him a nod. "I... hope so." 

Both him and Ed were quiet for a moment, Wilford looking down, with a shamefaced look. He really was an asshole. He looked back up at Ed, trying to think of a way to lighten the mood, when a bunch of children flashed through his mind, causing him to blink. He never seen these kids before yet he could make out the exact detail on what they looked like. Suddenly their names clicked into his memory, causing him to smile. "How is... Lucas, Jane, Austen, Willow and Johnny?" 

His foster kids.

Ed smiled, looking at the dark ego. "Oh they are really good kids." He smiled, reaching for his wallet. "It's been a while since you seen them hasn't it?"

"I believe so." He sighed, looking down at his wallet seeing a picture of the same kids in his mind, only they were alittle older. This must of been a memory of Dark's. The youngest was Willow being about two or three while Austin and Lucas were twelve, Johnny being sixteen and Jane 18.

"They grow up so fast don't they?" Ed grinned. "Willow said her first words the other day, going around yelling dada." Ed chuckled but it wavered slightly. "I missed moments like these when I only had Ed Jr. He... he said it was okay... but."

Wilford stared up at him, giving him a reassuring smile. "He knows you love him." He watched as the cowboys turned to him with a smile. He then looked back down at the picture. "Your kids are beautiful Eddy- Ed."

"Thank you very kindly boss." Ed grinned, looking at the picture in last time before putting his wallet up. "Well enough sap! Let's get back to work. What do you say?"

Wilford only chuckled as he cracked his neck. "I say that's a good plan."

Anti groaned as his senses came back to him, pain shooting up his side as his eyes fluttered open starring at the ceiling. He slowly lifted his head up, seeing a figure standing next to him, causing him to squint his eyes at it. His vision cleared, revealing Marvin sitting next to him, his hands glowing, resting on his wound. He gasped, trying, kicking away, from him. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-?!" He hissed, falling back onto the bed in pain, feeling as Marvin pushed him back down. He tried to glitch away only for a few pixels to show up around him but not enough to leave.

"Anti calm down." Marvin said calmly. "You're to weak to teleport and you're to weak for this. Just relax." He then reached for him with a glowing hand. He watched as he flinched starring at his hand in fear, causing him to pause. "Don't worry. It's a healing spell." He explained placing his hand on a cut that was on his arm. They both looked down, watching as it slowly healed. He then looked back up to see Anti sigh with relief, laying back down. Marvin took it as permission to help him so he lifted his shirt, finding the stab wound, placing his hand on it, watching as Anti whimpered in pain. "After this, you're going to tell me everything you know, got it?!" Marvin snapped looking at Anti.

"What ever you say kitten." Anti sighed, closing his eyes.

"Starting with how you got these wounds.