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Something ToxicSomething Toxic by thesealpup
The green portal opened up in the living room of Morty's house. The teen boy jumped with the quickness he didn't know he had into the safety of his common ground. After him, calmer and smoother, was his grandpa Rick. "Thanks for the ac-accompaniment eeRRUGGHHMMorty." the older man belched, closing the portal behind them, tapping the side of the vial full of what they went to the dimension to find. Morty sat curled on the shag carpet, breathing ever so heavily. "R-R-Ri-Rick.." the boy stammered his words like he and his granddad both commonly did. "I know Morty. But I needed this serum for m-my reseeURRGHHaarch. V-very valuable. And you needed to w-w-win the bet." Rick examined the vial closely again, squinting at it before tucking it in his lab coat inside pocket. "Rick! He h-ha-had me so vulnerable!" Morty yelled, attracting the attention of his parents coming from the kitchen. They were relatively calm for seeing their 14 year old son, shaking and wide eyed in the fetal position on t
I Glimpsed NirvanaI Glimpsed NirvanaI Glimpsed Nirvana by LadyDorian
"You're a mess, you know that?"
It's three in the morning, maybe four, maybe it doesn't even matter. Maybe time is irrelevant, serving no purpose save for creating memories of pain, of things lost, things that never could have been obtained in the first place, things...just things. He can't come up with better words than those—the ones that spiral through his dizzying thoughts, the ones that tumble over sloppy lips, drenched in spittle and nonsense: "I-I-blubb...lubble...wubba lubba...dub...dub."
He doesn't care if the boy can't understand. Better off if he didn't, really. One less emotion for him to numb into oblivion. He gazes up through heavy-lidded, alcohol-soaked eyes, through the haze of tears he swore he'd never cry, up at the stupid kid cradling his asshole grandfather's head in his lap, the kid who can't seem to give up—won't
Didn't I Never Say?Didn't I Never Say?Didn't I Never Say? by LadyDorian
I've really fucked it up this time, he tells himself. Though, is tonight really different from any other time? Infinite realities, infinite possibilities, yet he always manages to fuck things up. It's the only constant in his life, the only attribute that sticks—Rick Sanchez the Colossal Fuck-Up. He reaches for the nearly empty bottle beside him, brings it to his lips and sucks down the rest, but it's not enough. It's never enough. It only dulls things for a moment, before the guilt comes rushing back, an expanding universe of all the things he's destroyed, all the lives he's hurt—his wife, his daughter, the grandkids he barely knows. And he wants to hit the ground running, feels his feet unintentionally tapping on the floor of the spaceship, guns the engine like he's trying to escape something on his tail, though he knows it's all useless, and sometimes—just sometimes—he wishes he had installed that self-destruct button. He loo
The Best Kind Of MessThe Best Kind Of Mess by thesealpup
Morty looked around the house. It was completely trashed from top to bottom.
He never put it past his sister Summer or grandpa Rick to throw some of the wildest parties in the whole galaxy. His eyes scanned the whole room he was in, seeing all the trash from earthly objects and otherwise scattering the floor.
He looked down at his feet, watching his white shoes kick around many beer cans and bottles that he's sure a great deal came from his grandfather. "Morty? Why aren't you having a good time?" he heard a familiar feminine voice come from his left side.
He looked up to meet Summer's half drunk gaze. She didn't even know why she asked, Morty was never one to have a "good time".
Or at least what she considered a good time.
"Oh, I don't like this Summer. You know this. I mean, mom and dad won't be back for a long while so, I guess it's okay for now. But leave me out of it please." he mumbled, breaking their gaze to continue watching his feet rustle around the empty cans and bottles.
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