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Captchalogued Memories Part 2Once again Karkat was waiting outside. He wasn't used to waiting anymore. Usually John answered the door immediately and tackled him. The derp was nowhere to be found. He knocked again, this time a little harder. "Hey, guys are you in there?" The troll had a hard time believing that Dave took John anywhere, given how paranoid he was about him. "John! Dave! Anyone?!"
Suddenly the burst open like normal and a very overly excited John greeted him. "Hi Karkat!"
The troll looked him over, "John?"
"Heh heh, isn't this neat? Dave was able to age me up a bit!" He pulled his friend inside. "It's so cool! I was really scared at first, but then he did it anyways, and it all worked out, and now I'll be able to match you in age soon! And isn't this just the coolest fucking thing?" He giggled and bounced from foot to foot.
Karkat smirked and ruffled his hair, "That's great John." The boy was now almost as tall as he was, it wouldn't be long before he would be taller. "How'd he do it?"
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Captchalogued Memories Part 1"The Heir is dead, we have no breath."
"John? John, bro, is that you?"
"Holy shit. It worked." Dave ran forward and hugged the boy tightly. "Fuck, John, I missed you."
"Missed me?" He asked, "I don't get it, Dave?"
The blond started laughing quietly, "Of course you don't." He stepped back from John. "You're not him." He turned away and stared down at a card in his hand, "I should have known this was a dumb idea from the start. I'm a fucking moron."
A hand rested on Dave's shoulder, "Dave?"
"Get away from me!" he turned and swiped John's hand away. "Don't touch me!"
"D-Dave?!" John backed away terror beginning to show in his eyes. "Dave what's wrong? Dave?"
"Stop saying my name!" He cursed himself for reacting like this. He glanced away from the card and focused on John. "Listen to me. You are not John; you are an experiment that should never have happened." He held up the card. "This is you. You are nothing but data stored in this card."
"I I don't, Dave?
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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