okay, so, we're trying out a new format with this one. instead of screenshots, i'm going to copy paste the messages, for ease of reading.
this one is pretty important to the ongoing plots of @msc137, @presidentpawn, and @primessrick, so i really would recommend reading it! i'm sure a fair amount of this is going to show up later, here on tumblr.
#group-chat
Skittle: said this in #group-chat-2, but i dont think ryan saw it,
there are some people that really muddle the clarity of the whole "anti primess" movement
Primess: Yes thank you for your input Not-Grandson. Don't you have a bar to drink through?
Skittle: yeah im really slacking off on my duties.
Primess: As long as you are aware.
Whatever Effie sees in your pathetic presence we shall never know.
Skittle: i dont know either tbh
Primess: And you still always seek new ways to disappoint her?
Skittle: seems like it. its just a matter of time at this point really
Pawn (in response to Primess): Do you ever shut up? Do you truly lack the capability to acknowledge when nobody wants to hear from you? Are you so desperate for attention that you bring back everything you've already done in order to live out your former "glory" ?
Pawn: You're disgusting. If the only low hanging fruit you can find is scraps from past encounters, you have long since deserved to starve.
Skittle: oh. woah.
Primess: Careful, little Pawn. Your amusement will run its course, and unlike little 'Skittle', who we still find entertaining and will continue surviving our tender mercies. You will find out how unfortunate our games can be to those toys we wish to throw away.
Pawn: I don't play for your amusement. I don't fear you, nor have I been given a true reason to. You are nothing but a parasite, you leech off whatever you can get your hands on and pretend you're the monster. You may be powerful, but that doesn't make up for your weakness in every other place.
Pawn: What you do is none of my business, but it's becoming sad to watch. You're desperate for pieces of past experiments, and they are long past finished. Pretend to be important as long as it makes you feel better, but know your act is transparent.
Skittle: im. i. i think i need a minute. ill be right back.
Primess: ... It is truly quite an accomplishment to render us speechless... But how else are we meant to react when we see a fool attempt to fistfight the Sun. Your pathetic attempts to psychoanalyse us fail as you try to attribute what we do to human natures, little mortal you can not even begin to understand our mind; thinking so otherwise makes you even more adorably naive than every other Morty we see.
Primess: But please. If it makes your pathetic life have some meaning, leap into the maw, try and flail. It only serves to remind us how weak and lowly you truly are.
Pawn: You'll have that connection to humanity forever, whether you like it or not. You may be inhuman, but you started as a Rick, and that will forever your baseline. When stripped of what makes you 'special', you go back to being somebody who can only thrive off of seeing somebody do worse than you. I would say it's sad to watch if anybody cared enough to do so.
Pawn: You're not above as much as you think you are, and the day it happens, I hope to watch you fall much like Icarus. You are beyond your depth, in every way.
Primess: For a moment she watches Pawn in silence. Until a cruel laugh erupts from her throat.
How utterly adorable you are—adorable and insignificant. Be grateful for it. It is the only thing keeping that loveless little fluttery thing in your chest, actually in your chest. For now atleast.
As for your hopes, by all means, pray to non-existent gods and hope to the universe that abandoned you long ago for all you wish. But the way we see it, your dreams are as pointless as you are.
Pawn: My heart keeps beating because I make it so. If you had any say over that, I would bother to watch my tongue around you. I don't respect you, nor do I fear you. Your opinion of me matters less than it does any man I'd see on the side of the road, you're no more than a vulture to me.
Pawn: You aren't to be feared, and you do nothing but act as a fool when you pretend to be as much. You are vermin, the dirt on the cosmic heel.
#mortys-1
Skittle: um, hey. pawn, uh. thanks.
Pawn: Don't thank me.
Pawn: It's not necessary.
Skittle: ...
Skittle: i think it is
Pawn: It's really not.
Pawn: If it... helps, you're welcome.
Skittle: :)
Skittle: i mean. it is necessary. im sure you know how shitty ive been feeling lately. it was, well, it felt really nice for someone to say something to her when she started to dig into me.
Pawn: It's not just you. She needs to be taught what her place is.
Skittle: i know
Pawn: What she pretends to be is far from where she actually stands, and she looks foolish picking on an already ill teenager.
Skittle: still
Pawn: I don't need to be thanked. Others should be standing up when you can't more often.
#group-chat
Primess: Her eyes blaze Oh, poor little toy. Perhaps we were too lenient. Your heart did beat because we allowed you to have it so... Such a pity it won't do so again. At her final word Pawn's heart stops, the agony in his chest is instant.
By our count, you have 20 seconds to beg for your life.
Skittle: shitshitshit pawn it isnt worth it please apologize to her
Primess: By all means little fool die upon the floor then. Perhaps others will learn to hold their tongue
Primess (in reply to Skittle): Once again you get other people hurt Not-Grandson
Skittle: please please dont kill him
Skittle: please
Primess: Tsk tsk. We thought you said so long ago you wouldn't do any deals with us again
Primess: Either we get a deal, an apology or a corpse
Skittle: im fucking weak, okay? im not gonna let you kill him. what do you want from me?
Primess: Another favour, another game when we choose. Don't worry it won't be the same as last time.
Pawn: The pain that flooded his system instantly made Pawn clutch his chest, eye squeezing shut. He tried to wave off Morty, biting down on his lip to prevent crying out in pain, near keeling over. 20 seconds was up too quickly, the boy collapsing on the ground.
Skittle: and no one gets physically hurt?
Skittle: fuck
Skittle: deal
Skittle: i cant make demands right now just please dont kill him
Primess: Do you really think you deserve that kindness this time?
Skittle: fine whatever just please
Primess: Good choice. At the snap of her fingers Pawn's heart starts beating again... not a moment too soon
Pawn: When brought back, Pawn's body twitched, heavy gasping and coughing bringing him back to awareness. For a moment, he sat still on the floor, eye widened as he stared down at himself on the floor. Without speaking, he stood and used his gun to send himself somewhere else. Anywhere but there.
Primess: ... Skittle
Skittle: ...hi.
Primess: He does that ever again, we will rip his heart out of his chest and feed the bloodied mess to him. Make sure he knows it.
Skittle: okay
#mortys-1
Skittle: god fucking damn it
Skittle: no one ever give a shit about me again. please
Skittle (linking to #group-chat-1): this is what happens when you do
Skittle: fuck
Skittle: fuck
False Morty: im pretty sure that happened because it was a long time coming
False Morty: shouldve let him die
Skittle: he went out of his way to defend me to her and she almost fucking killed him.
Skittle: fuck you
False Morty: im just saying! this is not the first fight hes caused
Skittle: but its the first fight hes caused on my behalf
False Morty: the guy practically looks for a fight whenever he can get it
Skittle: and this is the fight that almost killed him
Skittle: the one where he was defending me
#group-chat-1
Adult!Showrunner Morty: * walks in holding a smoke wearing a cover all, looks at this shit * ...oh * leaves *
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what an eventful morning! let me know what you think of the format!
kisses, @thoughts-and-gayers!
