#friendlymorty

@friendlymorty

Rick gasped softly when he felt his clothes being adjusted. He knew that he was perpetually in a state of looking sloppy. A given since he was always inebriated and just plain didn’t care much about his appearance. 

« Hey Morty I missed you. I smell...food? Whatever that is it smells good. Is..is it you that smells so delicious?» he walked slowly towards the building and suddenly he was inside eating and sitting next to all of the little Mortys that he could see. Even T-245 was there sitting at his side. He felt a kinship with them, like he had to protect them. TR looked up at Asterisk and suddenly they were in a dimly lit room. It all felt like it was real. The flowing of time. Asterisk leans foward and kisses him—

Rick woke up suddenly and lazily rolled over. He didn’t want to get out of bed. When he flipped onto his side he realized that his legs were wet and sticky. He groaned and pulled down the covers finding the mess left behind.

« great..» he mumbled not really remembering his dream. The number scribbled on his skin was smudged but legible. Pulling out his phone he decided to send a message.

[to Risk:] Its me pancake boy

16: Running into a door