When he found this disc, he knew he had to watch it. The only thing that set it apart from the rest of them was the dried bloody marks on it. Mortimer didn’t know the cause, but he knew it must be seen. The entire set up to WATCH IT was a process; unlike the rest of them, THIS ONE had a five-digit passcode that needed to be broken.
Buuut since he’d been the one who MADE THE DISC, it was easy to crack.
Currently, the television was FROZEN on Lil Mort’s face, which meant he hadn’t actually filmed this scene with his eye. His arms were up reaching past the lenses, possibly fiddling around with the camera. It gave Mortimer a chance to EXAMINE his younger form. Sullen eyes, looking absolutely exhausted, a sour, yet focused scowl on his face, and blood.
There was so much blood covering his clothes and arms.
From wartching the last two videos, Mortimer only hoped this would end somewhat satisfying. He sincerely doubted it would, but he had SOME optimism. Dropping down onto the couch, Mortimer reached out to take the remote. With Rock still healing from the gunshot wound, both grandpas were up to their ears with business. Merty, himself, had holed himself up in the basement, having kidnapped all animals in the house for whatever reason.
Which left Mortimer all by his lonesome.
Mortimer unpaused the television. Almost instantly, the sound of a heart meter filled the speakers and, by extension, the entire room itself.
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“Aaaand...there. Nice.” Lil Mort leans away from the screen, looking on with dull eyes. It appeared hee hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep lately. “See Rick? I told you I could get it working....” Lil Mort steps off-screen, REVEALING the gruesome scene that lay behind him.
His First Rick sat STRAPPED to a chair, his head opened up and FILLED with wires and connectors. A long stream of drool oozed from his open mouth while cords hung from the ceiling, hooked up to the wires hanging from his eye. Every now and then, electricity was SHOT through the wires and into his body, causing him to go RIGID before falling slack again.
Mortimer couldn’t believe it. He thought he LOST this tape!
His younger form struts back into view behind Rick, humming a delightful tune. In his arms, he held a box of an assortment of items. Surgical plates, a screwdriver, a drill, ect ect. All tools little Mort could use to put the old man’s head back together. It’s an even LONGER process putting him back to one piece. Normal surgery doctors had a whole team to help, but Lil Mort only had himself. Of course, he manages JUST FINE by himself and Mortimer himself is amazed at how TALENTED he was when he was younger.
When he was done, Lil Mortimer dutifully bandages up Rick’s head, smiling slightly. Peeling the bloodied gloves off his arms, he swiftly disconnected the wires that connected to Rick’s own. In the span of a few minutes, Lil Mort took the time to clean up his grotesque mess, shedding his clothes in favor of grabbing a clean pair. The last step, however, was pulling a chair up in front of Rick. “Oh how the tides have changed, huh?” Li Mort drops into the seat across from Rick, scooting closer to peer up into his face.
Goodness, he was about to get EDGY.
“You made so many MISTAKES.” Lil Mort untucks the wires from his own eye, carefully attaching them together. “Should have paid more attention. Should have kept a better eye on your PERFECT LITTLE SOLDIER.” There was a rush of tension erupting the second the circuits touched. Oh, how he wondered what was going on through Rick’s head at this exact moment. He’d be angry, SCREAMING at the top of his lungs and TRYING to fight him every step of the way.
But he couldn’t.
And it sent a sick and TWISTED THRILL through him.
“You’ve put me through a lot....torture of both mental and physical pain.” Lil Mort’s voice was incredibly low, eyes narrowed as he glared at the slumped form of Rick. He didn’t even NEED a name anymore. Rick was a PUPPET. No longer HUMAN. “And now look at you. A once proud Rick now at the total and complete mercy of his own Morty. How that must-” A shot of electricity cut him off, coarsing through his veins and nearly causing him to cry out. “-th-that must tear you APART, huh?”
Lil Mort was met with silence. Rick couldn’t reply; he didn’t have the power anymore. This was already a lot better. He could now control whenever Rick opened his mouth, and when and where he could walk at any given time. All of his actions were now Lil Mort’s. With this ENTIRE MANIPULATION, Mortimer was now the BOSS.
“We’re done. But believe me when I tell you...” He stands from his seat, hand wrapping around the conjoined wires and YANKING them apart. Sparks shot out upon the disconnection, Mortimer carefully placing his new accessory over his eye. “I control when you DIE. You’re nothing but a puppet. And know this....I will make you PAY for everything you’ve DONE.” He turns away here, heading back towards the camera to shut it off, a spring in his step.
He didn’t know how to feel at this exact moment. While there were feelings of PRIDE welling in his chest, he couldn’t help but think it was a little DEMENTED with how he dealt with the situation. Especially since Mortimer still found himself MANIPULATING RICKS this way. Old habits died hard, Mortimer guessed.
Eventually, he stands, wandering over to get the disc out of the DVD player. Tucking it away, Mortimer seemed a bit more...PLEASED with the situation. He was past that. He was no longer LIVING with Rick or his terrible manipulations. Mortimer was FREE. And with this freedom, Mortimer used to it grow, to BETTER himself. To find his own FAMILY.
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AND THERE'S THE WHOLE VILLAGE SILENTLY STANDING LIKE A LIVING HIVEMIND SHIELD IN FRONT OF AN ENTRANCE AND THEN FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO ALTAIR HAS ASSASINATED THIS IS SOME NIGHTMARE SHIT I LOVE IT ITS GENUINELY UNSETTLING AL MUALIM YOU OLD BITCH WHAT THE FUCK AND NOW THERES LIKE 12 OF AL MUSLIMS I DONT BELIEVE HE DID IT ALL WITH THE APPLE ITS SO CREEPY IT FEELS AS IF SOMEONE DRUGGED ALTAIR
Today, the hours lap over, drooping from one lazy minute to the other. The seconds pass, but they seem to be taking their sweet, sweet time. A gust of wind blows past us. You, slouched in the chair, taking a drag off your cigarette as you attend to your World of Warcraft character. And me, opposite you, resting my head on my crossed arms on the table. I make a mental note to bring a small pillow for the next chill session.
This Sunday slowdown feeling on a workday? Definitely best enjoyed with your favorite people.
“Stop your fidgiting!” Zara scolded as she led a blindfolded Axl down a path.
“But I can’t see! What if I trip?” He whined for like, the umptenth time.
“I told you! I won’t let that happen, plus we’re nearly there,” the red reploid grumbled, ready to just pinch his cheeks and shake him till he calmed down.
Whining, Axl said nothing as the duo reached a clearing near a pond in the park that was covered in flowers and a picnic blanket was set up there with a wicker basket that had delicious scents whafting from it.
She could tell that the young male wanted to tear the blindfold off but was waiting to let her do it and when the cloth did come off his jaw dropped. Squinting against the bright light, he looked around before looking up at her with adoration. “I….this is amazing Zara,” he whispered softly before going to sit down.
The female soon followed, blushing softly. She was glad that he agreed to trust her and lead him here and as she took her seat, he was already getting the plates out. “This smells really good, who made it?” He asked, though that actually kinda hurt.
In the past, he loved having her cook because she was surprisingly good.
“I did…” she whispered, her voice feminine since they were alone.
Axl looked at her with a small frown. “Why…did you sound sad?” He asked in concern, moving to hug her close, rubbing her back.
“You use to love my cooking, preferring it to the cafeteria food,” she explained with a small nuzzle to his cheek.
“Oh…well I’m sure I still love it,” he offered up with a small smile, pulling away to start digging into the food, moaning at the first bite of the tuna sandwich. “This. Is. AMAZING! Oh god it’s like heavens throwing a party in my mouth,” he moaned out around his food.
Zara blushed but smiled, glad that he still loved it so mch as she started to eat her own, enjoying the sounds of pleasure Axl was letting out as he devoured his sandwich and pouted at his empty hands. “There’s some chips and vegtables in there,” she nodded towards the basket. “Help yourself, though leave some celery for me.”
Shifting through the basket he grinned when he found the apple pie in there. “Oh man that smells delicious,” he purred as he pulled it out.
“Hey that’s suppose to be for dessert,” she pouted at him as she finished her own sandwich.
He looked up at her, giving her a puppy dog look. “Pwease,” he begged and held the pie up under his chin.
Sighing, she reached over to take the pie. “Fine…” she muttered, reaching in for a knife to slice the pie.
Really, Axl pretty much had Zara wrapped around his finger, though she would fight on certain occassions.
“Yay~” he smiled as he took a plate and a bite of the pie. “Oh god…this is amazing. I can not believe that I forgot this,” he whined, finishing his slice and moved to lean against her as Zara finished her own slice.
“It’s fine, I don’t blame you,” she whispered, rubbing his cheek. “I…I’ve never blamed you for anything that happened after that fight.”
Axl fell silent as he wrapped his arms around her waist and his his face in her stomach. “I love you Axl. I’ve waited so long to have you back, I can wait longer for you to get your memories back. I’m just glad to have you back in my life again,” she whispered as she gazed down at him with loving eyes.
Axl stayed silent, not sure what to say but not wanting to hurt her either. She was so important to him…
While the silence wasn’t what she wanted, she understood and wasn’t going to push. He didn’t want to hurt her and she could respect that. Plus, it was better than lying. “This is nice though….being out here where we first really met…just the two of us and the silence….” she whispered as he chuckled softly and nuzzled her stomach.
“Yeah, I agree,” he whispered and held her close.
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Okay, take a deep breath. Stop shaking, fingers, I do not smell fear. It’s going to be okay. No, not just okay, it’s gonna be amazing. Perfect. I’ve got the music right here. Okay Sonatina in C, be good to me. Okay, not bad… don’t forget the mezzo forte in this section. Oh god, the rolls – phew, executed well. Hmm second section, I can do this. Don’t mess up. Wait I should be focusing, okay, back to the music. Build sound – up then softer, here comes the run – remember like a ‘smooth river’. And grand finale – done! Wow, did I actually just perform that with no mistakes? I don’t believe it, mom and dad look like the proudest parents right now, and Mrs. Rektor, she’s grinning from ear to ear! The adjudicators look impressed – does this mean I have a chance at the gold? Everything I’ve been working for the past four months with this song, and it’s finally showing! If victory had a taste I’m sure this would be it. Oh, should I bow? Or curtsey since I’m a girl… oh god that was an awkward combination of the both. Oh well, I performed well, that’s why I’m here. Let’s see… gold? gold? Really?! Oh wowowowowow. My fifth gold ever. Damn, I can’t wait until the next competition!
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Fuck. Damn shit fuck stick. They broke him already and all I can do is play through again and again till I get all the fragments.
Even that Abstergo doctor said this shit was fucked up. Clay is probably the 16th that they snapped and had die.
Like the Fifth memory this one is discomfortingly serene. The conversations are calm, nothing's frantic, and the setting despite just being gray blocks like every other map save for 5, seem sort of antiseptic. Like cold and white and lonely.
The flashes of whatever it's trying to show me are still making me freak out every time they show up.
And then the theatre scene.
When it's totally out now that Lucy was playing them the entire time. Lucy screwed the pooch and got herself killed. Lucy that unbelievable turncoat oh my god. My feelings are crushed. Lucy but I loved you.
