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Chapter 1: Here Previous Chapter: Here TW: Depressive episode/content, mentions of therapy If you’d have told Zipperflash a year ago that he’d learn how to cook before he hit retirement age, he probably would have laughed in your face. Standing in front of the rarely-used oven in Cloudburst’s kitchen, one eye on the meatballs sizzling on the stove and the other on the kitchen timer he’d set for the garlic bread, mind half-occupied trying to remember if he’d planned on doing anything other than laundry and dinner, the Zipperflash of today would have told the Zipperflash of a year ago to fuck right off. The muted sounds of daytime television came from the other room, the entryway between the kitchen and living room bathed in the sporadic flickering of the TV. Zipperflash turned the meatballs over so they’d brown evenly, and began doing some dishes. He would never like the days like this, when Cloudburst’s mind decided to sabotage itself; when it decided that serotonin and