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p class="MsoNormal"Iris slept on the white couch in the living room. She wasn't at her home, since the Smiths felt like she was unsafe. She didn't argue. The couch was lumpy and uncomfortable, but it was good enough. Iris curled up in the fetal position and smashed her eyes shut. Her arm was still in pain, even though she took a bunch of pain medication. She noticed a little sound. It was a buzz of some kind of drill. emSome late-night inventing, huh?/em Iris knew she'd never sleep at this rate, so she decided to go investigate. Her footsteps were almost silent as she creeped around the dark house. Iris tip-toed down the stairs, holding her breath as she got closer to the door. As she thought, the sounds were coming from inside. The medication began to take effect, making Iris swoon with fatigue. She slumped down on the wall. Those sounds reminded Iris of emsomeone/em, but who? Before she could answer herself, her eyes drifted shut and she fell asleep./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0in 1.0pt 0in;"When morning came, Beth was the only one awake and alert. Jerry and she decided to keep everyone home from school that day. Morty or Summer wouldn't miss anything if they skipped school anyway. She walked out the door, beginning her long day at work./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Iris awoke in a strange position. Her legs were splayed on the floor, and her head was mashed against the wall. She stood, bones cracking as her body came to life. emWhat now?/em She asked herself. Usually, she would make a bloody mary for her father, and pour herself orange juice. emCan't do that…/em Then, she would go to school and eat breakfast. emAlright, still can't do that…/em On the weekend, though, she would make pancakes. She decided to do just that. Iris remembered when her father first taught her how to make them. He only showed her once, but that was enough. Ever since, she could make fluffy, perfect pancakes like a pro. As she cooked, people began to rise and come to the kitchen. First, Morty stumbled in./p
p class="MsoNormal""Oh, uh, H-hey Iris," He yawned, stretching./p
p class="MsoNormal""Good morning, Morty," She replied, putting two pancakes onto a plate./p
p class="MsoNormal""Thanks," Morty said groggily as he drowned his pancakes with syrup./p
p class="MsoNormal"Summer walked in soon after. Iris gave her a plate with a few pancakes on it as well. Jerry followed after that. Finally, Rick was in the room./p
p class="MsoNormal""Good Morning, Rick!" Iris smiled, placing a large plate full of pancakes on it. She turned off the oven and plopped down where Beth would usually sit. No one mentioned yesterday. Iris could tell that they were curious to where she and Rick went last night by the way they stared at her arm. She properly bandaged it up when they returned home, so it didn't look emthat /embad…did it? The pain started again. emARE YOU KIDDING ME?!/em It was worse than ever before now. The banging was louder and louder until she snapped. She groaned and writhed, causing all the attention to go to her./p
p class="MsoNormal""What's wrong?" Morty cried./p
p class="MsoNormal""Are you okay?" Summer asked./p
p class="MsoNormal""Here we go…" Rick chimed in./p
p class="MsoNormal""It emhurts!" /emshe screamed, grabbing her head. No one was sure what to do./p
p class="MsoNormal""Do emsomething!/em" Jerry shouted. /p
p class="MsoNormal""Whaddya want me to do, emJerry?!/em" Rick yelled back. Iris gasped and cried. She tried to steady her breaths and keep calm as chaos ensued around her. Jerry picked her up bridal style and carried her into the living room. He gingerly placed the writhing girl on the couch. This didn't seem to help much, as tears still streamed down her tiny face. Rick instructed them what to do (he wasn't sure what would work for her, as the headache obviously was a lot worse than a migraine.). Summer placed a cold, damp towel on the crying girls forehead. Iris flinched, but seemed to relax a bit more./p
p class="MsoNormal""I-I'm so sorry…" She breathed./p
p class="MsoNormal""Don't apologize, it's alright," Jerry assured. Iris sat up and shook her head. The pain was dull, yet it stayed./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm gonna call my dad," she stated, and took out her phone. It rang a few times, but no one answered./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;""Do you think he's dead?" Iris seemingly asked to the whole room. No one answered. The pain still throbbed in her skull, but she ignored it./p
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p class="MsoNormal""She's not there, sir."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Look again! Did you get any information from her guardian?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""No, sir."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Execute him; he's of no use to us anymore."/p
p class="MsoNormal""But sir-"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Do it, or I'll order emyou /emto be executed as well!"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Yes, sir. We will do it immediately. "/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;""On with it, then."/p
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p class="MsoNormal"Despite Iris's desire to check up on her father, everyone stayed at home. Morty, Summer, and Iris were clustered around the television. Summer texted random friends, Morty typed away on a laptop, and Iris watched what seemed like a normal television program. Iris wasn't even paying attention to the show. Without warning, Rick stumbled into the living room with that price-gun looking thing./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Wanna go on an adventure, MOOOORty?"/p
p class="MsoNormal" "Uh, I- I dunno Rick…" Morty replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Rick took that as a "yes" and shot out a green portal, pulling his grandson inside. The portal shut, leaving the girls home alone. emOh, HELL no./em/p
p class="MsoNormal" "Are you just gonna put up with that?" Iris growled angrily./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Yeah. I'm over it," Summer replied./p
p class="MsoNormal" "I'm not," Iris said, jumping up off the couch. She padded down stairs, into the basement. A work-in-progress sat on the work desk. Her gun sat on one of the shelves next to random, non-sensical junk. Iris grabbed it and ran back up stairs./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Hey, what's emthat?!/em" Summer shouted, pointing to the dangerous-looking portal gun./p
p class="MsoNormal" "You'll see!" Iris smiled, pointing the gun at a wall and pulling the trigger. As expected, a red portal appeared on the wall./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Oh. My. God," Summer said with a dumbfounded expression./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Let's go!" Iris urged, one foot inside. Summer didn't hesitate./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Iris slept on the white couch in the living room. She wasn't at her home, since the Smiths felt like she was unsafe. She didn't argue. The couch was lumpy and uncomfortable, but it was good enough. Iris curled up in the fetal position and smashed her eyes shut. Her arm was still in pain, even though she took a bunch of pain medication. She noticed a little sound. It was a buzz of some kind of drill. emSome late-night inventing, huh?/em Iris knew she'd never sleep at this rate, so she decided to go investigate. Her footsteps were almost silent as she creeped around the dark house. Iris tip-toed down the stairs, holding her breath as she got closer to the door. As she thought, the sounds were coming from inside. The medication began to take effect, making Iris swoon with fatigue. She slumped down on the wall. Those sounds reminded Iris of emsomeone/em, but who? Before she could answer herself, her eyes drifted shut and she fell asleep./p
div style="border-top: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border-left: none; border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border-right: none; padding: 1.0pt 0in 1.0pt 0in;"
p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-top-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 1.0pt 0in 1.0pt 0in;"When morning came, Beth was the only one awake and alert. Jerry and she decided to keep everyone home from school that day. Morty or Summer wouldn't miss anything if they skipped school anyway. She walked out the door, beginning her long day at work./p
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p class="MsoNormal"Iris awoke in a strange position. Her legs were splayed on the floor, and her head was mashed against the wall. She stood, bones cracking as her body came to life. emWhat now?/em She asked herself. Usually, she would make a bloody mary for her father, and pour herself orange juice. emCan't do that…/em Then, she would go to school and eat breakfast. emAlright, still can't do that…/em On the weekend, though, she would make pancakes. She decided to do just that. Iris remembered when her father first taught her how to make them. He only showed her once, but that was enough. Ever since, she could make fluffy, perfect pancakes like a pro. As she cooked, people began to rise and come to the kitchen. First, Morty stumbled in./p
p class="MsoNormal""Oh, uh, H-hey Iris," He yawned, stretching./p
p class="MsoNormal""Good morning, Morty," She replied, putting two pancakes onto a plate./p
p class="MsoNormal""Thanks," Morty said groggily as he drowned his pancakes with syrup./p
p class="MsoNormal"Summer walked in soon after. Iris gave her a plate with a few pancakes on it as well. Jerry followed after that. Finally, Rick was in the room./p
p class="MsoNormal""Good Morning, Rick!" Iris smiled, placing a large plate full of pancakes on it. She turned off the oven and plopped down where Beth would usually sit. No one mentioned yesterday. Iris could tell that they were curious to where she and Rick went last night by the way they stared at her arm. She properly bandaged it up when they returned home, so it didn't look emthat /embad…did it? The pain started again. emARE YOU KIDDING ME?!/em It was worse than ever before now. The banging was louder and louder until she snapped. She groaned and writhed, causing all the attention to go to her./p
p class="MsoNormal""What's wrong?" Morty cried./p
p class="MsoNormal""Are you okay?" Summer asked./p
p class="MsoNormal""Here we go…" Rick chimed in./p
p class="MsoNormal""It emhurts!" /emshe screamed, grabbing her head. No one was sure what to do./p
p class="MsoNormal""Do emsomething!/em" Jerry shouted. /p
p class="MsoNormal""Whaddya want me to do, emJerry?!/em" Rick yelled back. Iris gasped and cried. She tried to steady her breaths and keep calm as chaos ensued around her. Jerry picked her up bridal style and carried her into the living room. He gingerly placed the writhing girl on the couch. This didn't seem to help much, as tears still streamed down her tiny face. Rick instructed them what to do (he wasn't sure what would work for her, as the headache obviously was a lot worse than a migraine.). Summer placed a cold, damp towel on the crying girls forehead. Iris flinched, but seemed to relax a bit more./p
p class="MsoNormal""I-I'm so sorry…" She breathed./p
p class="MsoNormal""Don't apologize, it's alright," Jerry assured. Iris sat up and shook her head. The pain was dull, yet it stayed./p
p class="MsoNormal""I'm gonna call my dad," she stated, and took out her phone. It rang a few times, but no one answered./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;""Do you think he's dead?" Iris seemingly asked to the whole room. No one answered. The pain still throbbed in her skull, but she ignored it./p
/div
p class="MsoNormal""She's not there, sir."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Look again! Did you get any information from her guardian?"/p
p class="MsoNormal""No, sir."/p
p class="MsoNormal""Execute him; he's of no use to us anymore."/p
p class="MsoNormal""But sir-"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Do it, or I'll order emyou /emto be executed as well!"/p
p class="MsoNormal""Yes, sir. We will do it immediately. "/p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; padding: 0in; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;""On with it, then."/p
/div
p class="MsoNormal"Despite Iris's desire to check up on her father, everyone stayed at home. Morty, Summer, and Iris were clustered around the television. Summer texted random friends, Morty typed away on a laptop, and Iris watched what seemed like a normal television program. Iris wasn't even paying attention to the show. Without warning, Rick stumbled into the living room with that price-gun looking thing./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Wanna go on an adventure, MOOOORty?"/p
p class="MsoNormal" "Uh, I- I dunno Rick…" Morty replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Rick took that as a "yes" and shot out a green portal, pulling his grandson inside. The portal shut, leaving the girls home alone. emOh, HELL no./em/p
p class="MsoNormal" "Are you just gonna put up with that?" Iris growled angrily./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Yeah. I'm over it," Summer replied./p
p class="MsoNormal" "I'm not," Iris said, jumping up off the couch. She padded down stairs, into the basement. A work-in-progress sat on the work desk. Her gun sat on one of the shelves next to random, non-sensical junk. Iris grabbed it and ran back up stairs./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Hey, what's emthat?!/em" Summer shouted, pointing to the dangerous-looking portal gun./p
p class="MsoNormal" "You'll see!" Iris smiled, pointing the gun at a wall and pulling the trigger. As expected, a red portal appeared on the wall./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Oh. My. God," Summer said with a dumbfounded expression./p
p class="MsoNormal" "Let's go!" Iris urged, one foot inside. Summer didn't hesitate./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p