thekindestrick: IS IT LOVE?

albrrtbot: Stop.

thekindestrick: The Raven, Nevermore..

albrrtbot: Pizza pasta put it down on by an additional 20 feet away from the day, so that was too long.

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Looking to stir up a little trouble while simultaneously poking fun at the mockery of an institution the Citadel was, Rocker dug through a closet in his penthouse that held things his ‘fans’ had left behind. “Ah! Here it is!” he said to the room as he yanked out a blue shirt, the classic ‘Rick’ shirt. One of his alternatives at some point must have left without it. He smirked realizing it was likely because the man had left via a body bag bound for a furnace and shook the wrinkles out of the shirt. 

He slipped it over his shoulders, then pulled a lab coat up unto his body as well. Fuck he hated these horrible brown slacks, they bunched in the crotch yet somehow didn’t hug his ass. It was no wonder the old man had to wear tighty whities. And what material was this? He didn’t understand how so many old Ricks wore them. He fastened the boring, run of the mill, gold buckle to the plain black belt and looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad, just a couple more things. 

He took a small device off the counter and fastened it to the leather of his collar, then hit the two buttons in a series of taps the activated the tech. A quick flash of blue and the perception filter projected over his neck and face, hiding his trademark collar and scar, aging his skin and giving his hair that I-like-to-stick-my-tongue-in-a-toaster look all the other Ricks had. A second look in the mirror and he had to get closer to the glass in his disbelief. Fuck it worked well, even close up the winkles looked authentic and he looked like a typical Rick Sanchez from some bath water dimension. 

Morty ran faster in a blind panic, his grandfather’s portal gun in hand. He fiddled with the dial and buttons, desperately trying to find a safe dimension. He reconized a few; scary places with insane Ricks or monsters more terrifying than any nightmare. Places he never wanted to visit again. He stopped his frantic button pounding, and stared at the small screen of the portal gun. This dimension had a smile emojii with it. Did that mean Rick marked it as safe? He hoped so. Starting the gun he opened a portal to the new dimension and ran in without a second thought.

Sweat was running down the teens face, breaths coming in and out at a heavy fast pace. His lungs burned, but so did his left arm that hung loosely at his side as he ran through what looked like a forest unlike Earths. Something was after him, an alien that looked more like a beast. It was as tall as a two story suburban home and he’d been able to keep out of its way for about two days now, but when the teen caved in to search for food along its territory, the beast was set out to kill.

He could’ve just used his portal gun, but it had short circuited and the teen had been stuck traveling through different dimensions for two weeks, the coordinates only working at random no matter what he put in, though obviously no where important since he’s been stuck in unfamiliar places. Now, with the device at a very low charge, he had been trying to save what he could to try and make it back home, the answer was /how/. He wasn’t a Rick, wasn’t nearly as intelligent, and that fact alone hit him in a way that hurt his heart. He resented all Ricks and felt pity for their Mortys. He loved and cherished every alternate of his and had to watch as they all got used and abused by their drunk alcoholic grandfathers. He didn’t hate Ricks, the boy didn’t have it in him to hate anyone, but he still couldn’t trust one. Which was why when he pushed in the next set of coordinates, he hesitated.

He’s been to the Citadel plenty of times to talk with Mortys, but with the portal gun out of whack, he could literally end up anywhere within the Citadel, or a completely different universe with no way of getting back home. The numbers were locked in, but he hadn’t shot it just yet, hoping to at least try and get away, but with the beast on his tail, he didn’t have a choice. He raises his good arm and just as he shot the portal gun, he felt a claw rip into the back of his shirt, a sharp pain hitting his flesh just as he enters through the glowing green portal. His surroundings had drastically changed from tall dark bushy trees, to something entirely different, though he wasn’t able to take it in right away because he ran right into a shelf, knocking off a bunch of its contents, glass shattering and other things could heard hitting the floor. Stumbling back suddenly from the force, he falls onto the ground as he watches the shelf wobble before coming down with a loud crash, just barely missing the boy.

Blood was spilling from his arm, his back, and now his head from having run into the shelf at such a speed. He almost felt like he was going to pass out, though he wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or how tired he was. He looks down at himself, all his Morty merchandise ruined, either blood stained or torn, or both and he sighs tiredly. The next thing he looks at was his surroundings and he blinks in confusion for a moment, wondering to himself if he had made it to the Citadel or somewhere else, but as soon as it dawns on him that it’s indeed a lab, dread and fear start to seep into his gut. Quickly looking around, he wants to get up and run, but his body screams in protest, sore and exhausted. He knew he had to at least do something, he had made such a loud entrance that he knew anyone could be coming any second. Shuffling underneath the closest desk, he brings his shaky knees to his chest and places his good hand over his mouth to try and stop himself from breathing so loud, not yet caught his breath from the running he just had to do, so instead he inhales and exhales through his nose as he prays to whatever God was out there, that a Rick wouldn’t show up to take him and his portal gun away.

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        The king sat at a corner table in a seedy little bar, blond wig cascading past his shoulders and enormous sunglasses concealing most of his face. 

         Word had spread quickly about a human snooping around in his realm. Always fascinated by the human world, Mettaton had gotten an anonymous message to the scientist; show up at the bar at 9 o’clock sharp and someone would be waiting to help him with his quest.