#szenanigans

A loud curse sputters past Mortimer’s lips as he’s knocked to the ground, head cracking against the tiles as the Guard Rick above him laughed. Hands shackled together and a heavy boot on his back rendered him completely immobile against the ground.

And all Mortimer could think of was how much of an IDIOT he’d been.

It’d been a quick trip to Dimension 307-B. Mortimer had been on the move, searching for new places to move to, seeing as the current residents of the planet he lived on were getting a little...crazy with his presence. Only then, Mortimer hadn’t realized that there was a platoon of Guards that had taken up resident there for a quick bit.

One fire fight and three dead Guards later, and Mortimer found himself here. Currently, he was too goddamn angry to even listen to what the current Rick Commander was saying, to busy trying to wriggle his hands out of the cuffs. With how many Ricks there were, he knew he couldn’t just make a run for it.

Shit.

“I think you’re mistaking me for someone else, but hey, I’m down. W-What’s your number?”

He makes mental note of that idea. It wasn’t half bad.

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Okay, everything was finally set up. Zim had called off of work. He knew Morty would be home from school any minute now.

Okay, yes, this was good. Everything was going great so far.

........But....

Why was he feeling so NERVOUS? It was just asking someone to a stupid school dance. And this someone was Zim’s partner. He shouldn’t be having all these fluttery insects flying around in his spooch right now.

.... Maybe it was cause he was in this silly get-up?

Zim went to look down at himself. He was wearing a nice, magenta button-up shirt and black dress pants and shoes.... That wasn’t really that silly.

The Irken let out a nervous sigh then, looking around Morty’s room for another moment, and patting his legs before eventually reaching over to grab the large bouquet of roses he had gotten for him, and once again just playing with some of the leaves.