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BurdenedJulie sat at the foot of Claire’s bed, the heel of her boot tapping the floor like a damaged metronome ticking out of time. Her hands had just stop shaking the moment she spat the words out, though that didn’t necessarily stop the sweat that was currently coating them.
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“You’re joking.” Claire said in a short breath. Her shrunken pupils returning to their normal size, as a nervous grin grew on her lips. “It’s all a joke, right?”
The red head turned her shameful gaze away from her shocked best friend. “No…” She answered. Sinking from the edge of the bed, and into the floor, she hugged her knees and buried her face in them, because that seemed a lot more comforting than to face her best friend at the moment.
That ping of hope that still lingered on Claire’s face faded. A memory emerging… She remembers when they were younger, still in their early teens, how they talked about finding the right person one day, gett
VI: Conspiracy So far, Zim had turned out the pockets of six pairs of jeans, and shaken out three socks and four shirts. He had nothing to show for it except for a gum wrapper and a dead mouse that had just fallen out of the shoe he was holding. Cringing with disgust, Zim nudged the mouse as far away from himself as he could with the boot it had fallen out of, thankful that it hadn't tumbled into his lap, then put the shoe off to the side with its mate and the pile of clothes he had folded next to him.
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Crawling into the closet to drag out a cardboard box revealed dust, a marble, and a tiny plastic building block, which Zim found with his knee. Digging through said box yielded more marbles and plastic building blocks, a posable toy robot emblazoned with a ridiculous flame design, a plastic horse, a handful of broken colored pencils and crayons, a broken airplane, and a.... thing. Finding nothing of use, save for the knowledge that Dib had weird-ass taste in toys, he hauled out the remaining boxes. The
IV: RainZim peered into his Cheese Doodle bag and found that it was empty. With a small noise of contempt, he flung it away and didn't watch as it drifted slowly to the floor, crinkling in protest.
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Flashback over, he shifted in his chair, trying to work the stiffness out of his legs. After several minutes of listening to the buzz of a dying light and staring at the monitors without actually seeing what was on them, he flung the blankets away and dove for the file that was lying on the console in front of him.
He hesitated for a moment, staring, then tore open and glared at the contents as though his anger would change what was inside. What was inside made little sense.
It was a report that the computer had compiled for him. After Dib's disappearance when it became apparent that the boy would not be returning anytime soon, Zim's infamous Irken curiosity got the better of him and he began looking for clues as to why the boy had left, where he was going, and if possible, when he would be likely t