❛  – MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMORTY!  ❜   The blonde exclaims, screeching excitedly as she practically pounces the poor youth to the floor of his bedroom. Lithe arms wrap tightly around his slim shoulders and she squishes the boy against her two dimensional frame. Normally, she’s not this excited to see someone. Holli actually quite hated just about ... everyone. But not Morty. Morty was special. 

    She rests her cheek on top of his head, in the bed of his brown hair. Holli even deeply inhales ( completely pointless and unnecessary, too, considering she doesn’t even really have lungs. ) as if she’s taking in the boy’s scent. It was like in her movies! Where they said that someone smelt like home. Holli could only assume that’s what Morty had to smell like.

@impenetrableshiiield liked for a starter!

Things at the citadel had been… crazy, to say the least. Ember wasn’t sure what had happened, but the sound of screams and distant explosions had been haunting her dreams for weeks. The aftermath had been quiet for more than a while now, not that she minded— growing up in the forest she was used to the quiet, and truthfully this place was much too loud, but this was strange for this place…

After two or three days of nobody stopping by to do the usual routine or give her meals, the girl finally decided to venture out of the tall building. Luckily, she had just regained her outdoor privileges a few days before it, whatever it was, happened— otherwise leaving her room would’ve been far more difficult. Although, now that she was out, she really wished she did have the difficulty of not being able to escape. Blood and viscera littered almost every street corner, making bile rise in the back of her throat as her stomach churned at not just the sight, but the smell as well. Oh god, it was awful. What had happened here? Was all this caused by those explosions she heard about a month ago, or was this something entirely different?

Carefully stepping over the bodies, Ember peered her surroundings, and then that's when she saw it— a tiny glint of green blinking beneath a pile of rubble. Ah, some hope! Glass crunched under her shoes as hurried hands shoved some broken drywall aside, only to reveal a corpse of one of the many older men underneath it all. "Sorry..." She mumbles quietly to the dead Rick before digging inside his lab coat pocket and pulling out some sort of strange gun looking device? Wait, she'd seen something like this before— all those men with the same face use it to go places, but where? She gently tapped the button on top and a bunch of digits randomized before opening a swirling emerald portal on the ground before her. Well, any place had to be better than here, right?

With that, she hesitantly hopped in... anddd immediately unceremoniously plummeted from the ceiling onto the harsh concrete floor below, landing with a soft thud. "Ow," Slowly sitting up, she rubs the back of her head where it hit the ground, wincing at the dull pain beginning to form. "That hurt..." The brunette winces to herself. Hopefully she didn't crack anything. Glancing around the new environment, Ember notices a few things off the bat— one was various glowing chemicals lined up in beakers atop the workbench nearby, and two was the stacks of boxes filled with odd machines lining the shelf on the opposite wall, strangely right next to the lawn care tools ...was this a garage of some sort? "So weird."

Standing, she tries the hatch on the floor— locked, figures. Okay, garage door then! The girl pushes the button on the wall but when nothing happens, then attempts pulling the handle as to crack open an exit, but to no avail. Of course. This time she tries standing on her tiptoes to try and peek outside, but alas, her height reminds her once again that she's too short. Welp. That left only one option. Cautiously, Ember turns to look at the door leading inside the house— she really hadn't wanted to go into someone else's home uninvited and risk having to explain the ridiculous reason on how she ended up in their locked garage, but maybe they'd not call the police if she asked really nicely? Doubt it. Why had her life turned into a series of locked doors?

"Heeeeyyyy..." what else are you supposed to say to somebody you haven't seen in a few years? And not to mention how the circumstances for the last time they'd spoken weren't exactly... great?

No hard feelings for him taking time to himself, right? You understand the need for space, don't you Morty?

"Listen. Don't read too much into this — but did I ever give you your soul back? I think I left it around here somewhere. I can go find it, if you don't already have it."

She's going to give @impenetrableshiiield a million smooches over his cheeks because he's the only one she will ever watch herself for anyway.

And he deserves the love.