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|2| Stalking in the Morning

You walked on the cracked and dirty sidewalk of the neighborhood you lived in, your book bag strap hung from your shoulder loosely as you walked.
  You had just came out Skool, tired from jotting down random knowledge from history or math or other useless things you didn't care about. You didn't plan on doing homework tonight, hanging out with Zim all day often took a lot out of you. Since it required a lot of your patience, you didn't mind though. He was a nice contrast from home.
  Specifically, your Aunt Jen.

  To put it simply, Aunt Jen took custody after your parents died. Your uncle wasn't around since he died later on. Aunt Jen turned to alcohol as to cope with the loss of her sister and husband. That didn't make your living conditions any better. She was the angry type, and would throw bottles at you if you got on her nerves. When she wasn't drunk, she was a very neutral lady. More of a 50/50 chance with her sober. You often wondered why she was such an asshole for the majority of the time.
  You unlocked the door of the old house to find your Aunt passed out on the couch. A few beer and whiskey bottles strewn about, one in her hand. She snored loudly, her blonde/white hair was tied in a messy bun and her clothes messy and wrinkled. The TV left on with some random RomCom playing.
Stepping quietly up the stairs, you went in your room and laid on your bed tiredly. You threw your book bag on the floor as you searched for your phone in the messy covers. When you did find it, you turned it on to find a notification from a friend.

WhoStoleMySoda24  3:45 p.m.
Hey dude, we're dying without u in this match.

You slightly smiled, even thought you met them over a game, you both kept in touch since you both were pretty good players. You texted back,

Pizza4LIFE 4:02 p.m.
Srry. Not playing today. Prob tomorrow tho

WhoStoleMySoda24 4:03 p.m.
You r literally letting us commit suicide

Pizza4LIFE 4:05 p.m.
Lmao sufferrrrr

WhoStoleMySoda24 4:06 p.m.
Fuk u

Pizza4LIFE 4:07 p.m.
No u

  You lightly chuckled, as you threw your phone to the side and took out the soda Zim gave you. Getting up and heading towards your gaming area, which was a desk and a few consoles and computers. It was your safe haven whenever the weekends came, since Aunt Jen was basically disgusted with the video game posters and hacking notes taped to the wall she refused to come in the room. Switching the computer on, you looked through the web for any sites Dib might be on. You slightly recalled him saying something about mysterious mysteries and something about Truth Seeker. Opening a few tabs, you quickly found Dib's online presence.
  Oh boy, this boy is a definite try hard at best. Agent Mothman was his user, and oddly enough he seemed to get Zim on camera. A few shots featured big foot and the Suacesquatch (a squatch made entirely of sauce) You made an account under the name Agent PumpkinSpice and followed him. You got a notification and glanced at your phone.

WhoStoleMySoda24 4:35 p.m.
I CAN SEE YOUR ACTIVITY ON DISCORD MOTHERFUCKER. GET ON DBD NOW.

Pizza4LIFE 4:36 p.m.
Ew, stalker

WhoStoleMySoda24 4:36 p.m.
I swear to all things holy, these idiots are lost without you on this damn team.

  You could feel yourself blush a bit. Of course you knew nothing about this person, other than the fact that were an awesome player and literally a VIP in every game ever made. They often said stuff like this to lure you in to getting on a game with them. You weren't used to their compliments, or compliments overall. Sipping out the sugary soda, you sigh as you open up the game on one of the monitors.