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*Yes, that chaotic mess teetering on the edge of the fence had been the one to capture the killer’s heart. One would have to imagine him on a better day to understand at all...why.

As soon as Mike was told the dimension he was over there in seconds, appearing practically beside the guy talking to him on the phone as he walked through the portal.*

“Thanks.”

*He tells the frightened zookeeper, hanging up and then taking Rick’s phone from him. Somehow the thing was rather pristine despite all of the mayhem that Rick had obviously been up to in the last 72 hours.*

“RICK ESPERANZA ROSARIO SANCHEZ! GET DOWN FROM THAT CHIT CHITTERING FENCE!”

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The thing that Ricky didn’t know about this particular Rick - yet - was that drugs were always at the forefront of his mind, day in and day out. If they weren’t already coursing through his system, that is.

The cargo that they were transporting was very important to him indeed. And that fact was glaringly obvious to anyone who took one look at his distressed expression, brow all furrowed in concern.

“Oh, I just, I just hope they’ve stayed out of it,” Rick worried aloud as the pair of them double-timed it down one of the ship’s hallways. There wasn’t a moment to waste! “I-it isn’t exactly for amateurs. A-and it’s not cheap!”

It was no secret that Galax was some hard stuff. As in, THE hard stuff. It was a newer drug that had popped up in the multiverse’s drug circuit about a decade ago, a newer and more potent alternative to… Well, just about any painkiller. Times ten. It was basically space heroin, just exponentially worse.

The trick behind the drug was that it was a sort of one-and-done deal. Take Galax a time or two or three, and bam! Hopelessly hooked.

It was a solid business model that also just so happened to border on being, uh, pure evil. Sometimes the lines between those two elements blended together, got real fuzzy.

“Th-they better not have put their grimy pincers o-on my — Shh!” Rick suddenly hushed, despite being the only one chattering away. “Do y-you hear that?”

As they neared the bay, they could hear voices echoing from within. The two of them were not alone on this ship!

“This is the biggest haul I’ve ever seen,” a gruff gromflomite’s voice commented.

“How much poison is this?” Another asked. “What a sick fuck…”

Oh, no. They had reached the ‘good stuff’, as Rick called it. Much to his objective horror.

Panicky eyes flicked over to Ricky, who was pressed up against the wall by the doorway alongside him. They had enough bullets to take out a few more bugs, right?

“What do we do with this, Captain?”

Rick held his breath.

“Destroy it,” the captain instructed. “Set it aflame!”

Oh no no no! Not only would that create a fireball inside the hull of Ricky’s ship, but worst of all, his DRUGS would be GONE!

The old man loaded a new clip into his semi-auto with newfound determination. “I-I’m going in!”

Ricky tagged along behind Plug, all too content to let him scout out the hallway ahead of her, though it would be nice if he’d shut up for two seconds so if there was anyone left to ambush them, they might have a more difficult time figuring out where they were. However, she remained silent on the matter, realizing it would be nothing but wasted breath; he wouldn’t settle until he saw the drugs were alright. 

She fights the urge to punch him when he abruptly shushes her, pressing up against the wall instead to listen through the doorway with him. 

The mention of a fireball on her ship has her practically pushing him through the doorway before he’s even loaded his gun. Fire in a pressurized ship? They weren’t just looking to trash the drugs, they were looking to destroy her entire vessel and apparently anyone left alive on board as well. Ricky wondered if maybe these bugs hadn’t done a very in depth inspection on the Galax after all - these fuckers were either fucked up high or insanely stupid. Either way, they had to stop them fast. 

*Mike gave a sigh. It had been two months since he and Rick had finally escaped prison. It had been a hellish few days that felt more like years. So much had happened.

Flannax Archibald, lizardperson, Rick’s younger self, Mike’s sister Amy......

Rick sneaking a tracking device on Micheal....

Their relationship ending...

Rick’s failed proposal....

It had been a lot. Beyond the pale. After finally getting out, Mike had had basically needed to restart from square one gear wise. He had to get new ID, new cred cards, new guns, everything. Since all of his stuff had been confiscated upon his arrest. But at the least he had the most important stuff: his sister and his portal gun.

So.

And at least this time, he was starting over with Amy beside him. The pair finally able to make a proper set up for themselves, now that theyw ere no longer being hunted down by the Federation. At least not actively. The fiasco with Archibald making them back off considerably.

So. Now they had a nice base, a really nice loft set up. Amy was getting proper treatments. Mike had new armor and weapons...

And Rick was still in his life.

Sort of.

They texted. It had taken about a week after going their separate ways for the human to send him a drunken, heartbroken message. Despite himself, Mike couldn’t find himself getting too upset about it, even though he was “trying” to move on.

Amy advised against the contact and Micheal had told her it was fine...

results of a spontaneous “art collab” -really me jusssttttt going allll out on some art shown to me lol- with the great @plugrick

They did the line art and character design and I traced/colored it in and did some lazy backgrounds.

Stuff from our current thread/story line of Mike and Plug in prison.

First picture is of their oc, the eloquently named Lizardperson. An emotion eater with an intangible, smokey form.

The second is of Mike and Plug in prison.

And third is of a “twist” that’s gonna happen later on, young Plug. hahahahaha

               “Just figured you’d hurry that process along, huh?” She appraises                the aforementioned carnage, her mouth screwed up in some sort                of amused grimace.