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The day was hot, with a light muck of humidity in the air that dragged at your lungs as you rode your skateboard down the sidewalk. It was like any other July in your opinion. Linkin Park was blasting in your eardrums, making you oblivious to most of your surroundings. Currently, you were on your way home from your "Usual Smoke Session" which mostly was you just going down to the drain field and smoking whatever burnt hash you found in the ashtray in your mother's room.

With a much clearer mind, you approach the door of your home, twisting the handle you swing the door open without care. Tilting your head to pop out your earbuds while kicking your board into your hand as you cleared the entrance room into the kitchen. "I'm Home!" you shout to the dead-silent house. Dropping the bag you had lugged over your shoulder and the chipped and beat-up skateboard on top in the corner of the kitchen. Jerry enters the kitchen. "Heey, I thought I heard you shout, where have you been?" he says. Upon seeing you. "Out, met with a friend." you lied to your father as you made yourself a bowl of Lucky Charms. "Not a boy... right?" Jerry asked with a squint in his eye. It made you smile for a moment but you swiftly answered your father. "No dad, no boys.." I finished pouring the milk into my bowl. "See you later, Cram School Work." you grabbed your bowl and retreated up the stairs. "Future Doctor!' Jerry shouted joyously at you.

Your room was dark like normal, you kept the blinds shut always. With the swiftest motion, you slid into your rolley chair positioned in front of your computer. Shoveling a spoonful of cereal into your mouth you opened your browser. There was a list of recently searched texts when hovering over the search bar.

[How to build plasma extruder]
[How to build Potral Gun]
[How to harness Quantum Tunneling]
[How to link brainwaves to external machine, no wires, no bluetooth.]

Every Search rendered itself hopeless, why would you be looking this up on a public search engine when you have a super mastermind living your your garage? Because there's no way in hell you're asking someone who can barely look you in the eye, let alone ever speak to you, for help. Not only that but you've heard enough of what he's like from Summer and Morty and you don't want to get wrapped up in anything; Stupid or Dangerous alike. You've been studying for about an hour now everything that you could possibly think would lead you down a rabbit hole of information that'll deem itself more useful.

A knock came at your door, and the bowl of cereal empty sat on the edge of your desk. "It's unlocked," you mentioned to the person on the other side of the door. The creak of the door could be heard but you never removed your eyes from your computer screen. "h-hey.." a timid voice could be heard at the edge of the door frame. "Hey." I briefly move my eyes to address the young boy standing at the door, that young boy being your younger brother Morty. "Can I ask a favor? Aah, jeez.. this is embarrassing ." Morty mumbled the last bit of his sentence to himself. "Sure, but you'll owe me." I say, exiting the tabs on my computer I swivel the chair to face Morty. "aww! What happened to doing kind things for your siblings?" he whined to you but you could see through his facade. "funny story, yeah I don't function like that." I chuckled at him. "Fine, Can you help me get a date with Jessica? since you two are friends," he asked in defeat. I sucked some air in, my face contorting in thought. "I mean, I can but like even if I get you a date you'll still have to impress her yourself," I said, a finger resting on my chin. "I've already got that covered! just need the date!" Morty had a gleam of excitement in his eyes when he saw you debating taking up his favor. "Fine, deal. I'll get you the date but you're on call for my favor." I said as I pulled my phone out. "Deal!" Morty does an air fist pump before running off to god knows where.

Morty Left the goddamn door open again, lifting my lazy self from the chair I walk to the door with my face buried in my phone. I just sent Jessica a text to meet me tomorrow at Kreamie'z Custard. With my face still fully engulfed in my phone, I reach for the handle and promptly shut the door only to feel something stop it from closing. "huh?" I look from my phone to see what's stopping the door from shutting. Seeing a foot wedge itself between the door and the wall. "You kids and your damn phones, I was standing right here.." a husky and slurred voice chimes from behind the door.

'The fuck could this idiot need?' I thought to myself.

"Sorry Grandpa Rick, is there something you need?" I look up to the tall lanky man towering before me. "Explain this.." He was short and to the point, shoving a report card that I had discarded from the week prior. "You hid this well, by the way," he added with a sarcastic tone. There was no surprise in your face just a mild amount of annoyance. "What about it?" I asked. he rubbed his temples for a moment with a quick gruff sigh. "I'm not *brrp* doing this.. your mother is demanding I tutor you until these grades get up." he crumbled up the report card once more and threw it behind him. "Thanks, But no thanks." I went to shut the door in his face just for it to be blocked by his foot once more. "I *brrp* don't want to do this as much as you do sweetheart, last thing I want to do is *brrp* babysit someone who can barely get above a D." he continued, this agitated you further, this was only going to get in the way of not only your personal life but your research. "We start tomorrow after dinner.." with a belch "No bullshit about it either, makes it worse for both of us; trust me." Rick removed his foot from the door and was gone in a green flash out of your view. The door was shut with haste.

Great now your mother is trying to ruin your life, if she was going to be as distant as she was she could keep to her damn self. She is worse than Rick when it comes to being neglectful but Rick has a reason, he's been absent your whole life. Your mother on the other hand gave literal birth to you and she can't even bat an eye in your direction. You know deep down she sees you as nothing but a mistake of the night. Sometimes you question why she even decided to have you in the first place. 'It's not like I hate my life' you tell yourself almost constantly but you've never left the state of anhedonia. The only time you feel good is when a substance is fueling your body or when creating things in your room. Thankfully people are so removed from you; you've been able to make a lot nothing useful but robots and lots of trojan viruses.

Groaning loudly you threw yourself in bed, you're even more excited to see Jessica tomorrow so that you can talk to her about what you think you should do to get Rick off your dick as quickly as possible. Jessica was always there to listen to your woes even if sometimes she didn't understand what you were talking about.

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It was the middle of the night, you woke up with a dry parched throat. Swinging your legs from your bed your feet touch the plush carpet. Rubbing sand from your eyes you stand and exit your room, walking passed Mortys and Summers's room. Both of them sounded like they were sleeping peacefully. I took each step down the stairs quietly, hearing small creaks in the wooden stairs underneath my weight. Entering the kitchen I grab a glass from the cabinet and step towards the fridge. Placing the cup under the spout I press the glass on the button, and the cup begins filling with water. With a yawn, I hear sounds coming from the garage. Sipping the glass my feet begin to move on their own out of curiosity. Before my mind could register what I was doing I was outside the garage door, the door already ajar. All colors of lights shine from the crack in the door, with another rub of your eyes, you adjust to the bright lights.

You could see Rick working on something on his desk, you weren't entirely sure because his form hid the table. The only thing you could see was his back. Regardless you stood silently and studied his mannerisms, the way he moved from wiping the drunkenness from his mouth to throwing something in anger when something wasn't working the way he planned it to. Your fingers caress the door as you gently push it open a bit more to get a better look. Because of that, you did end up getting a better look, you saw him working on his portal gun. Now this is what sold you to stay as long as possible.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice come from the hallway near the stairs. Quickly you looked in the direction to see Summer stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. You lifted your finger to your mouth to hush Summer. She walked to you and peered into the garage with you. She was not as interested as you were. "So.. is this like what you do for fun?" Summer whispered to you. All you did was shrug taking another sip from your glass of water. Summer took your answer as it was and walked into the kitchen.

Honestly, you had no idea how long you had been standing and watching Rick work on his portal gun. If only you could be there helping him build it or have him teach you how to repair it. You've been trying for years before he even moved in to build a portal gun, teleportation and time travel have always fascinated you. Summer and Morty have never been, they only like the rewards that come from science but never the long strenuous labor it takes to create literal miracles.

It's probably been an hour now, the house was back to being completely silent. Aside from the loud growlish yell that came from Ricks's annoyance. He sat down a bit harshly on the rolley stool, it gliding back a bit from the sudden weight being applied to it. "Diane.. you look so much like her.. damn it..*brrrrp*" You raised your eyebrow to that. 'Who's Diane? and who looks like her?' you thought. Only to have your thoughts interrupted by the sound of a belt buckle and a zipper unzipping. It took all of you to hold back your gasp, you held your hand over your mouth firmly to not make any sound.

What the hell were you doing? You continued to watch, you watched him remove his dick from his pants, you watched him move his hand down there to stroke it, and you watched his breath hitch in his chest as he relieved himself. WHY WERE YOU WATCHING? Slamming your eyes shut you felt a pit in your stomach. Something you've never felt before. It was a feeling similar to disgust? Fear? Excitement? Without indulging another thought you run back upstairs, trying your best not to make any noise.

You swing your door open and softly slam it shut, locking the door and running to your bed. You hop into the bed and cover yourself with a blanket all the way over your head. Your eyes were wide unable to blink. "What the fuck." you said under your breath. Everything you saw replayed over and over in your head, you felt sick reliving the moments but there was something else pulling, a fluttering in your stomach and anticipating churning in your lower abdomen. "What the Fuck." you said again, you weren't familiar with these sensations, and it left you feeling hungry; for something.. something that you know isn't food. Laying down and squeezing your eyes shut you do everything to purge your mind and get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be even more difficult to deal with after witnessing that. Thankfully even with the amount of stress that you were under, the melatonin entered your stream and you were able to get a couple more hours of sleep before you were once again needed in the waking world around you.

- The Morning/Mid Afternoon -

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of your phone ringing, you grab it and swipe the screen. It was your alarm clock that you had set the night before... the night before... you shut those thoughts down quickly. Removing the blankets from over your head; you peel yourself from the bed and start to get ready. Brushing your hair and teeth, getting into an outfit that makes you feel secure and confident in the color black like always, adding some makeup mostly just mascara, eyeliner, and a plum purple lip stain. After finishing getting ready you exited your room.

Shutting the door behind you gently you walk down the hall passed Summers and then to Mortys door. Before you went down the stairs you knocked on the frame of Morty's door. "Heading out now, I will text you later and tell you how it went," I say to Morty who was sitting at his desk, Rick beside him, who you originally didn't notice. You immediately avert your gaze, only looking at the floor, Morty looked at you with a smile. "a-alright! Thanks again, whenever you need that favor done, A-anything anytime!" Morty shouted as you walked away from the door and down the stairs.

Jumping off the last stair you walk into the living room knowing you'll find our dad sitting in his favorite chair. "Hey, Dad," I ask standing next to his chair so I don't get in the way of the television. "What's up honey?" he asks not taking his eyes off the show that was playing. It was some kind of inter-dimensional cooking show, it had indescribable food and ingredients on the screen. "Can I borrow the car?" I finished my small line of questions. "Sure thing, just drive safe." He said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket tossing them to you. On your way out of the living room, you could hear him shout to you. "NO BOYS!" you simply shook your head and exited the house.

You didn't know why your dad was so afraid of you being with boys, it's not like you've ever been interested in dating or getting the attention of boys let alone girls. That's more of Summers thing, she's never not had a boyfriend, and the family got scared when she brought a girl home. Beth and Jerry were right about it being a phase to just rebel. You enter the car, buckling up and fixing all the mirrors. You send a message to Jessica to let her know that you are on your way to Kreamiez Custard.

It didn't take long to reach there, you saw Jessica outside sitting on a bench with custard in her hand, upon seeing you she smiled big and waved. You parked the car and got out, you walked up to Jessica who stood up to greet you. "Hey girl, how have you been?" she smiled. "Don't even get me started Jess. it's been a week." I chuckled. We both walk up to the Custard stall for me to order my custard. "Tell me in full!" Jessica beamed while leaning against the stall facing you. "One triple chocolate brownie custard please," I ordered. "Well for starters my mother is making me study because my grades reflect how much I hate school. She won't even let me study on my own she's making me learn from my psychotic grandfather.."

"Wait isn't your grandpa the one who constantly takes Morty out of school? Oh, and that one time he dropped out of a portal and onto the lunch table?" Jessica asked as we waited for my custard to be made. "yeah, that guy.. anyway my mom seems to think he has enough responsibility to teach me anything somehow.." I sigh. The employee hands you the custard you ordered and you and Jessica walk away from the vendor and sit at a picnic table with an umbrella. "I assume you want to brainstorm some ideas on how to make your time easier to handle and worse for him?" she asked mischievously. "Absolutely," I say as I dig into the custard.

"Also I've gotta ask a favor of you." I pipe up. "what's up?" she swallows a spoonful of custard. "My brother wants to go on a date with you." I lay it down with no bullshit. Her body stiffened up and she made an uncomfortable laugh. "I knew he liked me but to make you get a date lined up is kinda.. not romantic?" she continued eating her custard. "I know, but he said he had the date planned and he said it was super romantic he just doesn't have the balls to ask you." this time she laughs seriously. "okay, okay.. I'll do it because you're my best friend and you also do most of my homework and I'd be failing without you." she smiled cheerfully. I smiled back feeling a sense of victory, now you just have to think of what to ask of Morty.

Just as you were thinking of Morty, you remember seeing both him and Rick.. Rick.. your grandfather.. your face falters for a moment. This was caught instantly by Jessica. "What's up? You don't make that face unless something is bothering you." you wanted to swallow it down and keep it to yourself but you knew Jessica wouldn't let you. "Hypothetically speaking, what if you were to walk in on something personal happening but it's someone you don't like?" I ask. She made a weird face for a moment but then made a face of thought. "hypothetically?" she asked, and you responded with a nod. "Well, I don't know, what about it? Who did you walk in on?" she pressed.

"This is a hypothetical remember! Anyway, how would you feel? Cause I know I would feel... confused?" I corrected her. "Confusion?" she seemed confused by that. "I'd feel a lot of things, like..." she thought mindfully. "Disgust if it was someone I don't like but I'm not going to lie, if I saw someone jerking it I'd feel a little bit of something. Y'know? It's arousing, it's only instinctual." she finished eating her custard after speaking. "Now what if it was your dad or something?" I asked in a joking manner, deep down knowing I was seeking guidance. She spit the custard out of her mouth and onto the concrete ground. "EW! EW EW EW EW EW!" She yelled grabbing the attention of other patrons. "SHHH!" I shushed and laughed at the same time. Her reaction was funny but her answer left you with a disgusting pit in your stomach.

"I was only joking Jessica! Jeez." you lied. "I know but never give me that image again.." She said with chills running down her spine. "anyway, speaking of me now going on a date with Morty, when are you going to get a boyfriend? You've been single your whole life and you're almost a senior! prom will be boring for you!" She shoved your shoulder in a caring nudge-like way. "Just never been interested, not only that but we go to Harry Herpson High School, not much of a great dating pool," I answered. "I heard Frankie liked you! What about him?" "You mean Fuck Boy Frankie? The Goth fetishist?" you looked at your friend like she was crazy with a squint in your eye.

Jessica rolled her eyes. " I'll find you a boyfriend before the end of the year. You'll thank me," she said playfully. "Good Luck Jess, I'm miserably picky." I laughed as I finished my custard.

-The Late Afternoon Around 5:37 PM-

You entered the house rather loudly to announce your arrival. You had spent the whole day with Jessica coming up with ideas on how to torment your grandfather while he helped you study. Although you've probably come up with thousands of ideas but you have no idea which one you are going to use. "There you are *brrp* I've don't got all day. meet you in your room.." Rick emerged from the kitchen to walk into the garage. Rolling your eyes you walked up the stairs and into your room. Cleaning off your desk you made room for whatever bullshit Grandpa came up with to try and save you from your failing grades. After sitting for a bit your Grandfather entered your room with a loud burp. "Alright, what subject do you hate the most?" Rick slurred. "Math." I quickly answered. Rick grabbed a notebook off your desk without asking and a pen and began scribbling in it. Once he was finished writing he turned the notebook to you.

"(x² - 5x + 6) / (x - 2) = 0" It took only a second for you to know the answer. "x = 2, x = 3," I answered. Rick squinted and spoke up asking you an expression this time. "Find the value of y in a right triangle with angle θ = 30°, side a = 10, and side y opposite to θ?" you took the notebook and wrote a couple of notes down to give you a visual aid of the question. "10 * sin(30°) = 5." I answered him again. Rick's face contorted into one that said he knew my jig was up. "So *brrp* you're not an idiot.. just a brat." "I thought Morty was annoying. I *brrp* get it, school is a waste of time but getting F's will just make your life harder." He continued. "What makes you think your advice is valuable?" I crossed my arms at him. he looked a bit taken aback. Only to have a wide smirk moments later. "Because I'm a multidimensional pseudo-god... and I'm your grandpa." he crossed his arms back with a face as if he won the argument.

Now it was your turn to squint in distaste. "Since now you know I'm smart can you tell Mom to get off my dick?" "Just because you *brrp* can answer a couple of my questions doesn't make you a genius. it's also the decisions you make like not failing in your classes." "Oh because you're one to make smart decisions.." you said sarcastically. "yeah well at least I don't look up how to make a portal gun on a public search engine. *brrp* you think people would openly share that information." "YOU SNOOPED MY COMPUTER!" I screamed. "hell no *brrrrp* I don't do that invasion of privacy bullshit like your parents, it came up on the *brrrp* itemized wifi bill. Flagged them for obvious reasons." "why even look it up when I live in your garage, have you forgotten I've MADE a portal gun?" "Aren't you busy going to Blips and Chitz and Boob World with Morty?" at this moment you are now just annoyed, and a bit hurt considering he's so self-righteous to believe he would take even a second of his time for you.

"Are you challenging me? *brrrp*" "was that a fucking challenge? You think I can't make enough time for ALL my grandkids. *brrps*" "you haven't for a year, you got time now?" you stood from your seat putting your hands on your hips. "I do now! *Brrp* since your mom thinks I'm teaching you, ill take this time to teach you actual fucking science!" this caught your attention, this could be your chance to learn how to make that goddamn portal gun and maybe something revolutionary. "Fine." you crossed your arms looking up at him with a smirk on your face, he looked at your face and made a face that said 'What are you planning.'

"Fine! Tomorrow I will teach you the fundamentals of portal travel and the do's and don'ts." Rick said as he started on his way out of the door. "oh, and by the way, this was *brrrp* my idea... not yours." Rick finished and was completely out of sight down the hall. You flipped off where he was standing before closing your door and back to your computer, maybe some YouTube videos would calm you down. His mere existence annoyed you so much you couldn't even think of tormenting him, granted foresight this would have made it harder to get ahold of the blueprint of his portal gun so I guess to a degree you won. Though when everything calmed back down again.. that memory came flooding back into your mind, not only that memory but the things your friend Jessica told you. 'Why do I keep thinking about it?' 'why does it make my lower abdomen tingle when I do' 'Something wrong..something is wrong with me..' you once again purged the thoughts that were flooding your mind engulfing yourself entirely into your YouTube docu-series.

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You woke up to another day, blinking the sleep from your eyes you glanced at your phone to look at the time. 9:15 AM. With a groan, you drop your phone onto your pillow and roll over covering your head with your blanket. Your eyes shoot open when you remember you forgot to tell Morty how his favor went. "shit." I sit up and get out of bed, still, in my pajamas, I walk down the hall and into Morty's room. He was already awake and dressed for the day, sitting on his bed playing on his phone he saw you enter his room. Removing his gaze from his phone he greets you with a smile. "Hey!" "I forgot to text you yesterday, Jess said she'd go on that date, don't make me regret this though you better have something romantic planned," I said sitting at the end of his bed. "Don't worry Rick made me something that'll save the date just in case!" he said. gulping down my hesitation I look at him with a face that says 'Are you serious.' "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean Rick isn't the greatest when it comes to having and maintaining relationships." I said. "ye-yeah you're not wrong.." Morty entered his own thought now, probably questioning why he trusted Rick to make a device that somehow saved a date from total failure.

"Anyway, thought about what you're gonna ask me?" Morty mentioned. "haven't thought about it yet, I'll keep you posted though." you said standing up from his bed. "Okay, see you later sis!" he said as you exited his room and headed down the stairs into the kitchen, seeing your mother working on breakfast and your father sitting at the table looking at the newspaper. "Hey Sweetie, how did you sleep?" Jerry asked you. "I slept good, grandpa crammed my head full of numbers so I didn't need sheep to count." you lied, mostly for the sake of your mother hearing. "That's great to hear, although I'd rather you have an actual tutor but glad you're working on getting those grades back up." "You're a smart girl, I know you won't have any trouble getting caught back up." Jerry continued, Beth just listened intently while working on breakfast. Sitting at the table you wait for breakfast to be served and for the rest of the family to show up at the table.

Summer was the first to enter after you and shortly after Morty, Summer was glued to her phone texting god knows who and Morty was messing with the butter-passing robot Rick made a couple months into moving in with us. The robot has a bit of sass after finding out its whole life's purpose is to pass the butter. Beth served the table eggs, bacon, hash browns, and sausage. Everyone reached to gather their serving, and soon after Rick walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. His attention is far from what's in front of him yet his body moves on autopilot. Everyone begins to chow down on their food including your mother, everyone exchanges conversation except Rick and yourself. In this partial silence, you take the time to watch his mannerisms again. You've been catching yourself doing this every time you watch him work or move. Something about it always had you entranced. You watch him lift a fork full of food into his mouth, his tongue looks bright pink and soft, the hair on his lip ever so light but still noticeable. His hands are thin and slightly bony, you watch as he lifts another fork full of food into his mouth, he's using the same hand he used to pleasure himself the other night.

As if he could feel your eyes burning holes into him he looked in your direction, you quickly averted your gaze down to your plate full of untouched food. Grabbing your fork quickly you start shoveling food into your mouth in all efforts to remove the thoughts that are now controlling your brain and that's sending you into embarrassing situations. Everyone took notice but quickly brushed it off as you just being a weird teenager, aside from Rick. Suspicion filled his mind but he chose to ignore it. You finish your food before everyone at the table, cleaning your plate putting it on the drying rack you start to head your way to your room to get dressed for the day. Once reaching the top step you notice your parents' door ajar. There was a pull making you gravitate to your mom's nightstand to steal yourself a treat for the day. Opening the top drawer where she normally kept her roaches. To your surprise, you see an eighth of fresh nuggets in a bag. Looking at the door behind you, you grab one for yourself quickly zipping the ziplock back up, and run to your room to put it in a sealable water bottle you had.

Taking the water bottle you walk to your window and open the blinds and glass. Dumping the water from the bottle before dropping the stinky green leaf into the bottle. Twisting the top back on you slide the water bottle into a bag and set it by the door. Now it was time to get dressed, you slipped a black tube top on with fishnet sleeves, you put on a black maxi skirt and a pair of black ballet flats. Grabbing the bag you exit your room, down the stairs, and to the kitchen to grab your skateboard you left the other day. Wasting no time you rush out the door before you're told to do anything or before someone asks about your outfit. Before exiting you grab a book you saw on the table near the entry doorway. Dropping your board on the ground you hop on it, feeling yourself glide down the sidewalk and the breeze flowing through your hair. This was truly the closest you think you'll get to flying.

While skating down the road you flipped through the pages of the book, ripping out a couple of pages before throwing the rest of the book into someone's yard. You boosted yourself down the road and down to the normal smoke spot, the drain field. Once arriving you kick your board up into your hand and walk down the hill that sloped into a drain tunnel. You dropped your board on a dry patch of grass outside of the tunnel, you walk into the large tube that went underground seeing graffiti litter the walls, mostly swastikas and slurs but the giant dick and balls was sprayed by you. Opening your bag you grab the water bottle and a speaker that was already in the bag. Setting the speaker on the ground you turn it on and connect your phone to it. You scrolled a bit with indecisiveness but eventually settled on 'Feel It -D4vd' turning the volume up all the way.

Sitting down your head bops to the music as you take the nug out of the water bottle you brought. You lay a page you ripped from the book on the ground and begin ripping the sweet little tree apart setting it down gently on the page in a line. Once the green is in tiny pieces you wrap it in the page tightly, lifting it to your lips and licking it to seal the page into a perfectly rolled doobie. You didn't notice the excited smile that was on your face, it's been a hot minute since you've had something that wasn't already smoked or burnt to shit or even old and musty. Standing back up you wave the doobie in the air to quicken the drying process, you hear a stick break at the entrance of the tunnel; turning your head in that direction you see no one. After no more movement or sound you ignored it, it was probably just an animal. Most people don't know about this place or care to come down here.

My ears go back to listening to the song, I put the doob in my mouth, pull a lighter from my bag, and light up the joint that rested between my lips. I take a deep inhale feeling the numbing sensation enter my lungs and the dopamine enter my brain. With a giggle, I sigh in relief feeling my hips begin to move to the groove of the music. "Thanks, Mom." I thank my mom for the nonconsensual gift she gave me. The music was overflowing in you, it's almost like you could feel every instrument in your body and you could taste the sounds. Nothing could bother you in this state. You're free from your family, you're free from yourself.

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It didn't take you long to smoke the entire joint, you took your time to inhale each time and held it just to relish in the lightheaded feeling it gave. Your mind and body were high as a kite, you lay on the grass at the edge of the tunnel looking up at the sky through the leaves of the trees that canopied over you. While in this state your mind wanders to other places that you've been running from, though with being intoxicated you approach it with a more relaxed impression. Recent memories of speaking with Jessica made you think a little deeper into them, why haven't you tried getting a boyfriend? Why were you never interested? It's like attraction has been turned off completely.. but it's not... you feel attraction to someone you shouldn't. At least you think you feel attraction, the overwhelming disgust with yourself has a hold over you. You've gathered enough information from Jessica to know what you're feeling isn't normal or right.. why are you feeling this way? Is it only with Grandpa Rick?

I want to scream, I don't even know what I'm feeling... I can only have an idea but truly I am lost with it. Who could I possibly go to, to even figure out what I'm feeling out? No one, and even if I did, someone would call CPS on my behalf. Jessica would lose her shit, your siblings are definitely not an option and your father would kill Rick. Ultimately you accept your defeat with the current matter. Letting the rest of your intrusive thoughts wander in and out freely not attaching yourself to them. Hours passed, and you wasted your precious time simply hypnotizing yourself with the leaves flowing in the breeze. It was around three in the afternoon by the time you reached back home.

Entering the home you drop your bag and board at the door, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. The kitchen was empty and both your mother's car and your father's car were gone. You didn't know if anyone else was home or not nor did you care. "hey." you heard a gruff voice come from behind you. Turning around you face Rick. "hey?" you respond, he doesn't reek of alcohol so you can for once assume he's sober. "Follow me," he said entering his garage. With a small shrug you follow Rick into the garage, somewhere you've never actually set foot in since he's moved in. "don't touch anything, sit." he was short as he pointed at the stool. Sitting down you watch him rummage through a couple of boxes pulling out bits a pieces of things you've never seen before. After a moment of light cussing and clanks of metal clashing on the garage floor. He wanders back to the table next to you on the stool, dumping the things he's grabbed onto the table.

"There isn't a lot you need to know about portal travel, but the stuff you need to know is very important. Unless you want to end up spaghettified," he said, your eyes widened at the imagery. "This is Kyzer crystals, this is plutonium gas, this is an ionized hyper-cooling salve. Putting them together turns into the fuel," he says pulling out his portal gun and pointing at the spinning green substance in it. You watched him intently, listening to every word hanging on every vowel that left his lips. Little did you know but Rick noticed how focused you were, for once out of his other grandkids you listened and understood exactly what he was saying, he knew you were a genius deep down. Rick also had a feeling you were going to be a handful eventually. Little did he know.

Hours went by as you listened to him, he towered over you as he pointed to a piece of paper going further into explaining things to you, he answered every question you asked, and there was a smile on his face as much as there was one on yours. Both of you were acting completely different in each other's presence now; Rick was kind, and patient and congratulated you for being right about something; and you weren't trying to start something out of spite, neither of you noticed. Maybe it was because of the mutual love and respect for science regardless you learned a lot and both of you had a very fulfilling lesson about Quantum Physics and how to build, maintain, and repair a portal gun. He taught you to focus your mind to teleport to places through a simulation because he didn't trust you with his portal gun yet.

Getting up to leave the garage you're stopped by Rick. "also, next time you steal Beth's weed think of who gets blamed." you stiffened up and chuckled under your breath. "Sorry, Grandpa Rick. It won't happen again." I said. "yes it will, next time I'll just blame you. Now out." he said twisting the top of a flask open and downing it. With that you left the garage and into the kitchen. Beth was cooking dinner alone, you could hear the TV in the living room so you assumed the rest are there. "hey Mom." I greet before stepping any further into the kitchen. "Hello, Lessons going well?" she asked. "mhm..." you said dejected as her. "Good, Dinner will be done in twenty minutes. Go wash up." she ended the conversation. "yes ma'am." you said leaving the kitchen and heading up the stairs to clean the metal and garage soot from your body. I gather my pajamas and enter the bathroom, I brush the knots from my hair and turn on the hot water of the shower. Stripping down I wait for the water to heat up.

Once the shower was heated to a boil, to your liking. You step into the shower and begin your routine. The suds lathered your body and rinsed from it with ease as if there wasn't a speck of dirt on you to begin with. When you had finished washing off you simply just stood under the stream of hot water closing your eyes, the waterfall felt like a massage to your unknowingly tense shoulders. Feeling the tension release your hand travels to your neck to gently caress down it and to your chest. Opening your eyes to a half-lidded state your mind begins to become imaginative to your dismay. Your imagination made you daydream about it being Ricks's hands caressing you. The hand that had lingered over your chest moved over your left breast. Firmly squeezing you let out a small huff, 'what am I doing' you thought only for a brief moment before squeezing again. This time letting out a soft squeak. After the second squeeze, you position your fingers over your nipple. Tugging gently and pinching them softly. "a-ah." that disgusting yet warm ball of fluff filled your lower abdomen once again. With your free hand, you insert to fingers into your mouth imagining Rick silencing you with his, you play with your tongue, rubbing it and pressing it down to open your mouth to let out anticipated heavy breathing.

"Grandpa~" you moaned out softly. The hand that had been fondling your nipple and boob moved down further south of your torso all the way down to between your thighs. Using your index finger you rub circles on your clit, this gained another moan from you. Weakness began to take over your knees, you dropped down to them as you used another finger to press up against it harder, quickening the circles around it. Your mind was mush as your imagination ran wild. 'Good girl, you gonna cum for Grandpa?' your mind teased you with his voice. 'you feel good sweet heart.' your mind continued and your pace got even faster. "y-yes, please I wanna cum Grandpa." I moan out quietly. 'cum' 'Cum' 'CUM' your imagination demanded that you do. And on queue, you released to the thought of your grandfather. Almost instantly you were filled with guilt and disgust. "why did I do that..." I whined in defeat.

Rinsing your hands and washing your body once more you turn the water off and get out, grabbing a plush towel you dry yourself off and hope to act like you didn't do one of the most repulsive things ever. Gathering your clothes from the countertop you began to get into them hoping you didn't spend too much time playing with yourself to miss dinner. Once you are dressed you wrap the towel in your hair, opening the bathroom door you see the steam seep out from the bathroom. Swiftly you walk down the stairs almost missing the last step trying to get to the table. Everyone sat there eating, and everyone's plate was still full so you assume everyone just started eating. Sitting down you began filling your plate with what looked like meatloaf. Dinner went pretty normal, everyone talked amongst themselves about the day or something Rick decided to get them roped into. When you finished your dinner you stood up and walked to the sink, gently rinsing the dish and setting it on the drying rack.

Retreating upstairs to bed you tried to forget about the end of the day, hoping to start the next day fresh and with a clear mind.

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It had been about a week since that guilty pleasure of a shower had happened. The week honestly went by pretty normal than usual. Your thoughts were less disruptive than they were last week. You denied the idea that the shower was probably the reason you didn't need to indulge in your mindless thoughts.

You were wide awake in the middle of the night, it had to have been near one in the morning. You had your upper body leaned over the sill of your window, and a stolen cigarette between your fingers was lit. With an exhale you stared at the stars shining down above you. Sometimes you envied your brother and sister for being able to go on space adventures but part of you wanted to feel the satisfaction of getting there yourself. Just as you thought about going to space you came up with a masterful idea. Still, in your pajamas, you slip on some slippers and walk out of your room and down the hall. Standing outside of Morty's room you open the already slightly open door. The room was pitch black, the only light coming from the hallway behind you. Tip-toeing to Morty's side you gently rock him. "Morty," you whisper. He mumbled in his sleep. "Riick.. not tonight.." he grumbled and swatted your hands. "Morty!" you whisper yell this time and shake his shoulder again. "Hm-Hmm?" Morty's eyes squint open adjusting to the light from the hall. "huh? What's wrong?" Morty rubs his eye, sitting up to look at you. "cashing that favor now." I said. "what? Now? it-its like three in the morning." Morty grabbed the clock sitting on his nightstand. "one o'clock." he corrected himself. "Pretty please Morty, it's prettier at night." you clasped your hands together in a begging motion.

Morty sighed in defeat. "Fine, what's the favor?" he asked getting up out of bed. "you're going to sneak me into space!" "No, Absolutely not." Morty crossed his arms. your face contorted into a pout. "you said anything!" you whined. "yeah until it meant STEALING Ricks's spaceship without his permission, Do-Do you know what he'd do to me?!" Morty panicked just thinking about it. "I would do it for you, if we get caught throw me under the bus Morty!" I pleaded to him, with Morty's arms still crossed. "God, you sound like Rick." Morty said under his breath. "what?" you asked. "nothing.. if we get caught I'm fully blaming you." Morty gave into your pleads. Deep down Morty knew you'd do just about anything for him because you always have, from kicking bullies' asses, doing his school work when he gets sick, always making sure he's okay after a traumatizing adventure with their Grandfather, and Setting up a date with Jessica. Morty honestly didn't know how to say "No" to you or to pretty much anyone for that matter.

You jumped into Morty's arms to hug him in delight, he was going to take you to see the stars and you didn't have to rely on that old fart to take you. Rick would have probably made the entire experience unbearable by drinking and causing chaos. The both of you quietly walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, once arriving at the garage door Morty gestures for you to stay where you are. You listen to him and stay exactly where you are standing being silent as a mouse. He opens the garage door and enters it quickly and quietly. It was only for a few moments you stood there motionless waiting for him to return, the door ajars itself and Morty appears from the frame, he lifts a key ring to your face and jingles it a bit to show you he's got what we needed. You smile and grab his free hand, dragging him to the front door. Unlocking the front door you swing it open and nearly make Morty trip over his feet running to the spaceship.

Morty hits a button on the key fob and a door opens on the spaceship, you get it and sit in the passenger seat while Morty climbs in behind you into the driver's seat. "Welcome Morty." the ship chimed. You looked around at where the sound came from but soon lost interest. Morty started the ship in stealth mode so as to not wake Rick or the house. "where to?" he looked at you as the ship was ascending into orbit. "I get to choose?" you looked at Morty with a glimmer in your eyes. "just this once." he jokingly teased. "The Andromeda Galaxy. Please?" you asked your younger brother. "A bit Basic but hey, it's your first time in space.." Morty smiled a bit, he felt proud being able to be the one to show you space. It reminded him of the first time Rick took him to space.

Your face is pressed against the glass as you revel in the stars around you and the bands of colors that make up the Milky Way. just for all of it to be gone in a flash and an even more beautiful sight entered your view. The Andromeda Galaxy, you stood in the spaceship and looked around, even circling above nearly falling losing footing, falling back into the passenger chair Morty had his arms to catch you in case you missed the chair. "wow... Morty.." "You get to see this every day?" you looked at Morty, a feeling of envy filling you. he rubbed the back of his neck in response. "This is merely the drive, it's not always like this," he said honestly. Your gaze went back to the stars, and you sat silently in the seat, same for Morty. The both of you seemed to sit and just enjoy each other's company. Morty was looking at a planet farther in the distance and you were looking at a bright star that had a blue hue to it.

Then, just as a pang of intrusive thoughts enter your mind. What if Rick wasn't the only one you had this revolting sexual obsession with, what if the only time you felt love and arousal was in the presence of your family? Granted you've never had thoughts about Morty let alone those nasty aches that leave you feverish and hungry. Though you just had to be sure, you needed to know if you were truly as fucked in the head as you were beginning to understand. "Hey... Morty." you spoke out impulsively. "hmm?" Morty hummed, not taking his eyes off the planet. "Can I ask another favor?" I ask. Morty looks over with a smirk on his face. "you'll owe me a favor then!" he said.

'You can stop here... you don't need to ask him... you shouldn't ask him...Why are you asking him?' Your better conscious was desperately trying to reach out to you but to no avail. "Definitely, I'll owe you." you agreed to Morty's bargain. "shoot" Morty seemed confident in being able to handle whatever you threw at him. Oh poor Morty, how ever were you wrong. "Can I kiss you?" you asked. Right away the ship entered a cold silence. "wha-what?" Morty began to stutter again, he only does so in distress and nervousness. Your eyes never left that blue star, surely it was burning your retinas at this point. "you-You're just joking right?" He chuckled nervously. "I'm not..." I assured him. The silence now entering the ship once again. It felt like an eternity before he cleared his throat. "c-can I ask wh-why?" he grew increasingly more nervous. "I need to make sure of something... I want to make sure that it's not true... for my sake... for. the family's sake.." I looked at him with a face and grief, you don't know what's happening to you, the only thing is you're seeing yourself go down a path of no return. "and... Kiss-Kissing me can solve it?" he asked in astonishment and disbelief. "I hope so." I shrugged.

Morty and you stared into each other's eyes for a bit, and the both of you could see each other's minds racing. Morty looked at his feet for a passing moment before looking back up at you. "I'm- I'm sure if I was in whatever boat you were in that you'd do it for me.." Morty said timidly. "You're sure?" you asked to make sure it was alright. Morty this time just nodded and scooched closer to you, taking small awkward glances to the side. You took this as the final okay, his consent, his invitation. You move yourself to the edge of the passenger seat leaning into Morty's face. He leaned in more, the both of you closing your eyes around the same time just moments before your lips gently pressed against each other.

They were slightly chapped, he was also puckering too hard, probably from the anxiety. Why weren't you feeling as anxious? Why did this abominable thing you're doing come so naturally to you? You pulled back just a bit. "Relax Morty... I can't be sure with you this tense." you said reassuringly. "s-sorry." he relaxed as you said, unpuckering his lips as much as he was. You lean back in and begin kissing him. This time you could feel him press his lips a bit into yours, this time feeling more like a mutual kiss.

There is was... that feeling again... the pit in your stomach, the fire in your chest, the ooze filling your brain like festering parasites.

Today was the day you found out you were the most dysfunctional one in your family, no amount of asshole, no amount of affairs, no amount of emotional neglect and denial could make you any less of what you currently are. You were rotted to your core.

Raising your hands from your sides you gently place them on Morty's shoulders, he tenses for only a moment before relaxing back into the kiss. Both of your faces were dusted with a thin sheet of red. Pulling from the kiss once more Morty opens his eyes to look at you. "Did- Did you figure it out yet?" he asked hesitantly. You shook your head no, your eyes half-lidded as you lied to your younger brother's face. Morty observes your face, the color on his cheeks growing darker as you give him a borderline lustful gaze. "I'm sure this time, I'll be positive," you said as your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him back in. Morty almost falling out of his seat had to steady himself by grabbing your waist. Which only sent the poor boy spiraling even more. The both of you leaned back into the kiss, his hands firmly grasped on your waist and your arms around his neck. Once again you felt that hunger clearly just take over.

You pressed your tongue against his bottom lip, which made him gasp in surprise; giving you the advantage to stick your tongue in his mouth. His eyes widened but only for a moment before slowly shutting, the both of your tongues were fighting for room. Both of your breathing started to grow heavy and condensation started to build on the inside of the spaceship. Pulling away from each other you both took deep breaths to gather oxygen. Morty's face started to resemble your own, with half-lidded eyes and a lustful glint behind them. Morty lifted a hand from your waist and rested it on your cheek, he pulled you in himself this time. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, he showed no mercy to your tongue. He pressed against it, twirled around it, and sucked on it. Did you corrupt him? Did you taint your baby brother? You couldn't have kept this to yourself? You had to go and poison your family too?

Even with these thoughts racing in your head it didn't stop a single action. You rest a hand over the hand Morty placed on your cheek as he viciously dominated your mouth with his tongue. In the heat of the moment, you pull Morty and Yourself down onto the floor of the spaceship. There was just enough room behind the seats for two people to lie down. Morty had his back to the carbon metal flooring and you straddled his hips as you towered above him. The glass of the ship was completely fogged up now, no looking in and no looking out. You peeled your body from Mortys and you began to look longingly into his eyes. He stared back at you with the same look. The both of you breathing hard and out of sync.

That's when you felt something prodding at your nether regions. The blush on your face grows a deep shade of crimson. "a-aw jeez! I'm so sorry." Morty was embarrassed he grabbed your hips to remove you from his but you kept yourself firmly planted. "Wha.." He looked at you questioning why you're not moving. "What kind of sister would I be if I left you high and dry like this?" "I-I I Uh- Uhm." Morty was growing nervous again, he had no idea what you could possibly be planning. "Y-You really don't have to. Seriously." Morty said. "I know, but I want to thank you for taking me here and... I really cant leave you like this.." you said the last part softly as you began to rock your hips. "H-hey!" Morty shouts your name but you ignore him, you lean your head back grinding your slit against his shaft through both your pajama pants. Morty bit his lip, gripping your hips softly. "Morty~" you moan out, upon doing that you feel a twitch in response. "d-don't say my name... please," he begged. You lean down to his ear, feeling his panting on your neck. "Mooorty~" you moaned softly into his ear which gained an antagonized groan and twitched again.

You giggle, lifting yourself from Morty's chest, and off of him entirely, you stand above him with both feet on either side of his hips. "What- What are you doing?" he asked out of breath. Grabbing the bottom hem of your t-shirt you lift the piece of fabric over your head to reveal your bare chest. "whoa!" Morty chirped in surprise. "h-how far are we taking this?" he asked shyly. "Do you want me to stop?" "NO" Morty shouted but immediately regretted being so forthcoming. This incited a giggle from you once again. The next article of clothing was discarded leaving you only in a pair of lacey black underwear with a cut hole down the center of the crotch. Morty just stared in awe, until you brought his attention to you again. You motioned for him to take his pants off. he quickly nodded and kind of fumbled with his pajama pants until those and his boxers were around his ankles. Once the elastic cleared the tip of his cock you see it spring to life with a healthy dose of pre-cum seeping from the hole. "D-Don't stare." Morty pleaded.

To make him feel more comfortable you listen to his plea and remove your gaze from it. You settle yourself back down on his hips but you place his cock in front of your vagina resting against your fupa. "Just so you know Morty... This is my first time." You said, this time it was you being timid. "s-same.. if you don't count sex robots.." Morty tried to reassure you. The both of you had an idea but at the same time had no clue what you were doing nor how catastrophic the consequences would be if ANYONE found out. The both of you smiled at each other before continuing. Reaching down you wrap your fingers around his shaft and position it at your entrance, lube wasn't needed as you were soaked beyond your wildest dreams. Morty watched your hand as you moved. Ever so gently you push the tip inside you, leaving you to whimper slightly. Morty wasn't small, but he also wasn't gigantic. He was average for his age but that didn't make it any easier to put inside you. Morty tried to keep his moans to himself with his nails digging into your skin ever so slightly. Sliding his cock deeper into yourself you reached a wall, you knew what it was. It was your Hymen. Sweat pooled down your forehead at the anticipation of the potential pain this might cause. "you do it." you told Morty to push it the rest of the way in. Morty didn't even ask to make sure, he bucked his hips into you. You feel the fleshy wall tear at the force and you throw your head back with a loud yelp.

Morty lifted you just enough up to the tip, he watched blood trickle down his shaft from your hole. "you weren't kidding.." Morty said huskily. "Why would I?" you whined. Morty just dropped your hips back down into his, the both of you moaning in response. You set your hands on Morty's chest as your body began to move on its own, your hips bouncing up and down off of Morty. Morty groans out your name as the hands that were firmly on your hips travel up your sides and to your breasts. Morty wasn't gentle with them, he tugged and pulled at your nipples. Smooshing your breasts together and apart as the sound of wet clapping filled the air along with labored breaths and moans.

Your younger brother is taking your virginity, the one thing you were supposed to keep for your lover to be. Your first time was supposed to be with your special someone.. not like this.... not only that but you're stealing Morty's first time as well. This should be him and Jessica yet here you are making a mess of yourself in front of him and not even using a condom. "Fuck me Morty!" your moans reverberated through Morty, this made him thrust in motion to your bouncing; making each stroke in a slam against your cervix. "Fuck!" the both of you moaned in unison. "I-I Love you, Morty!" You moaned his name again. "I-I Told you if you keep saying- Nnnrgn! my name I'll cum!" Morty cried out his hands going back to your hips. "CUM IN ME MORTY," you begged. "I-I can't... We can't. arrgh~"

Taking the opportunity you began swirling your hips in a circle, you can feel the tip of Morty's cock caress your cervix. Morty's eyes roll back at this. "ah, jeez don't stop." he leaned his head back. "yeah, that feel good?" you tease as you continue. All Morty could do was nod as you treated Morty like a plaything. One of Morty's hands found its way to your clit, with an out stretch of his thumb he begins to rub circles around it. "a-aaah~" you moan at the touch. If you and Morty were going to be each other's first time you want to be filled by him too. You don't want it anywhere other than inches deep in your womb. "fill me, Morty, Please!" you beg your brother once again hoping he will change his mind. "you can have two favors! three! Please I need it!" you begin to bounce on him once again. Morty lets out countless moans upon doing so. "F-Fine!" Morty finally gave in. "Just-Just this once!" Morty proceeded to grab your ass and bounce you harder onto him, this time you can truly feel the hole of your cervix opening to Morty's tip. It hurt so much as it felt so good, tears and sweat poured down my face while I was a blushing bumbling horny mess. Morty was relentless, you assumed he must be reaching his climax. "Morty!" you cried out. "your cock feels so good Morty! Fill me up please!" you were doing everything you could to get him to release, and to your luck, it worked. "GGRRAaaah! aa-aaah! Ngnnrmmm!" Morty moaned out as you felt a piping hot liquid slam against your cervix and into your womb, this is what in turn made you cum. With your legs shaking you feel something you've never felt before, this was like an orgasm times one hundred. Clear liquid begins spouting out of your pussy and onto Morty's face. "M-MORTY! A-AAaah!~" he watched in awe once more as if he was watching miracles happen. The squirting liquid didn't stop for a solid 5 seconds and the back of the spaceship now has a puddle.

You drop yourself back onto Morty's lap breathing heavily, your body twitching as you adjust to what just happened. "D-Did you figure it out?" Morty asked. Still too out of breath to speak; you nod to him, and he lays his head back onto the carbon metal flooring. "you for sure owe me a favor now though." Morty Continued. You laughed a little bit. "I know," you said, you knew for sure that ever he was going to ask was probably going to be even weirder or crazy difficult. The both of us helped clean each other up and and cleaned Grandpa Ricks's ship so he doesn't find out his two grandkids eloped and fucked in the Andromeda galaxy. It was around three in the morning by the time you guys returned home. Morty told you to just head upstairs and to bed while he made sure everything was as it was. You gently leave a more loving-like kiss on his cheek as a thank you and retreat to your bedroom. You were sure that this was going to just be a one-time thing and that no one would ever possibly find out...

But oh boy you were wrong. Terribly terribly wrong!

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It was morning now, and your eyes were heavy. It took every part of you to shed the blanket off of your body and sit up. Even though July was nearing its end, the room felt chilly due to the air conditioning being on. With a quick yawn and a stretch, you remove yourself from your bed. Your knees buckle just a bit from fatigue, and because of that, images from the night engulf your brain like smoke —a nasty, black, muggy smoke that would clog bronchial tubes if it weren't just a figure of speech.

Mortys grip had left bruised fingertips on your hips, and you swore you could still feel exactly everywhere he touched. Not only that, but there was still a part of him inside you. Blush dusted your cheeks, remembering how Morty sounded when he moaned your name. Fixing your posture, your eyes drift to a full-length mirror in your room. Walking up to it, you stared at yourself. Your blonde roots were showing; you'll have to have Summer dye your hair black again soon. The last thing you want to do is remotely resemble your mother. Brushing some bed lint from your hair, you begin to look yourself in the eyes. You've learned an alarming amount of things about yourself recently. Many things you wish were just a nightmare; 'wish' is possibly an understatement. Unfortunately, you were the nightmare.

Will you continue to take actions that contradict your deepest feelings? Were you going to swallow your disgust and give in to how you feel? Thoughts began to spiral in your mind, your face contorting repeatedly into various emotions. With your hands, you raise them to your face to gently hold your head in them; you were despicable. If you could undo what you've done, you would, but something deep down told you even if you had the chance to make it up, you'd make the same mistakes again and again. A deep, crushing sigh left your chest as you removed your hands from your face. Moving your body to your dresser, you pull out clothes for the day: black denim shorts and a self-cropped band tee with some holes from wear and tear. Once you've dressed yourself for the day, you walk out of your room and down the stairs.

- Rick's Perspective-

The room was dimly lit; a smell of incense filled the room as Rick was lying across a plush king-sized bed. He was waiting for someone, that someone finally emerging from the doorway of the room. Rick stared at the silhouette as it stood there, one arm gently resting on the frame and one placed on the figure's hip. Squinting his eyes, he tries to get a better look at who is standing there. Before anything could register, the figure starts walking towards the bed. Rick didn't move; he waited to see where this was going and to find out maybe who it was. The figure climbed into the bed in a slow, methodical crawl, the blacked-out body resting a hand on Ricks's knee to guide itself over him. Pulling itself over Rick, where their chests were touching, their legs were intertwined, and finally, Rick was able to see who this person was. "Diane?" he choked only for a second before realizing it wasn't her. A body of light, seemingly emanating from nowhere, was cascading over the silhouette's face. "I love you, Grandpa." It was his granddaughter. She crawled up his chest just a bit more to leave a soft, loving kiss on his cracked lips.

Rick shot up from his cot, and a cold sweat covered his body. 'It was just a dream.' he thought. He swipes a bead of sweat from his forehead, letting out an exasperated sigh. Looking down at the watch around his wrist, it reads 3:48 AM. Getting up from his 'bed,' he folds it up and tucks it under one of the tables before grabbing his lab coat from the rack and swinging it on. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a half-empty flask. He downs the rest of the throat-numbing liquid, shoving the flask back into his pocket. Rick began to leave the room but stopped on his heel when he noticed a detail about his room. The keys of his spaceship were on a different hook than where he originally left it. Rick's eyebrows furrow at this; grabbing the keys, he put them in his pocket as well. Once leaving the garage, he exited the front door to see if his spaceship had been moved; Morty knew not to take it for joy rides without getting permission. The spacecraft, however, was left exactly how he left it. Rick decided he would confront Morty in the morning.

~MORNING~

Rick spent the early morning hours tinkering with things; during that time, he was left with nothing but the cold silence in the room and images of his nightmare. He doesn't understand why you were in his dream. Of course, you resembled Diane, but Rick didn't understand why his mind was allowing him to see you sexually. It made him sick enough to throw up. That was his fucking granddaughter. He truly believed he was the best Rick in the multiverse, yet he was having these detestable dreams. Rick threw what he was working on, standing up from his desk and grabbing something from under it. Slamming the object onto the table, it was a helmet; lifting it from the table, he set it on top of his head. He was planning to erase the dream from his memories; he truly felt that deep down, he couldn't function without purging it from his mind. Purging the images of you from his mind, he removed the helmet and packed it back up; stretching his back with a pop of his joints, he finally left the garage, heading to the stairs and stomping up them to Morty's room.

That's when he made brief eye contact with his brat of a granddaughter halfway up the stairs, both of you passing each other, brushing shoulders slightly. Rick couldn't take his eyes off you, though, when her gaze was back on the steps below her feet. He saw the blonde poking through your roots; it wasn't as rich in color as Beth's. Her blonde was more washed out with lighter hues, close to a soft platinum. It's the same color as Diane's... he watched as your small, dainty hands were grasped around the railing to steady yourself, studying the back of your neck. Your hair was pulled to the side to expose your nape. He could see the ridges of your spine, how poor your posture was, and that you favored a lean to one side. Rick studied her like a rouge experiment until she reached the last step. Rick now stood at the top of the stairs, peering over his shoulder to watch you until you disappeared around the corner and out of his line of sight.

When that happened, Rick's attention returned to his original goal. "Morty! *brrp*" Rick shouted as he barged into Morty's room with enough force to make the room shake a bit. Morty was on his computer with his headphones on, watching YouTubers play games. "Y-Yeah?" Morty removed one of the muffs from his ear. "Morty! *brrp* My fucking*brrp* keys!" Rick bitched, and this made Morty still. "ye-yeah, what about them?" Morty began to stutter a bit more. "They wer*brrp* were moved! did you fucking take my ship without asking?" Rick pried at Morty. "No!" Morty defended it, even for him, that almost sounded believable. Rick used silence and staring as a tactic to get the truth out, but Morty remained adamant that he didn't take the ship out. "So you're telling me. *brrp* if I look at the logs, I'll see nothing?" Rick asked. "yep! because I didn't take it!" Morty loudly said with annoyance, lacing his voice. Rick squints at Morty suspiciously. "Fine, b*brrp*ut I'm going to find out you li*brrp*ttle shit. Morty covers his ear back up with the headphones, spinning around in his chair and resuming his YouTube viewing. Rick stands there, annoyed, before turning to leave the room and knocking everything off Morty's dresser on the way out. "What the hell, Rick..!" Morty's whiney shout echoes down the hall after him.

Rick didn't believe a word that came out of Morty's mouth, but he chose to drop it for now. Rick needed a distraction. Walking down the stairs, he could hear a conversation happening in the living room. He could hear Beth and Jerry talking a bit loudly, with Jerry intermittently whining. Sighing, he begins to raid the cabinets for anything that isn't wine. Once finding vodka, Rick twists the top off and starts swallowing the contents. It wasn't long before Beth entered the kitchen with a defeated groan; when she saw Rick, she lit up a bit. "Dad." Beth greeted. Rick did a small wave of the bottle. Beth grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and a bottle of wine for her. She poured herself a glass and began to sip it. Rick went to go into his garage, but Beth stopped him in his tracks. "Hey, do you know of any couples resort planets? Jerry and I have been stressed with work and the kids we could do with a vacation." Beth asked. Rick turns around with an annoyed sigh; the last thing he wants to do is be a chaperone for the day. "Go get packed.." Rick told her.

- Readers Perspective-

Currently, you were walking down the street with Summer by your side. She was face-deep in her phone as the both of you walked, your arms swaying from your sides in a rhythmic motion. The two of you used to go on walks together when you had Snuffles; well, it was more of you taking him out for a walk and her joining you to get out of the house. There was a usual comfortable silence between the two of you, but for once, that was interrupted. "hey, so, like, why were you outside Grandpa Rick's room the other night?" she piped, still not removing her eyes from her phone. "Well, because I don't get to go on adventures, I have to improvise." you respond. "have you, like, thought of just asking him?" she asked. "When he moved in, I asked him after he took Morty a couple of times. He told me space wasn't for girls, and then months later, he started letting you go. I assume he hates me like Mom." "Mom doesn't hate you, neither does Grandpa Rick." Summer tried to console you, but she wasn't very good at it, in your opinion.

"If you think so.." I said, my eyes fixed on the front of me. After a second more of walking, you noticed summer was no longer by your side. Doing a double take and halting your steps, you look behind you to see her staring at her phone, tears in her eyes, her mouth stretched into a frown. "ETHAN YOU MAN WHORE!" She screamed at her phone. "you good?" you ask, walking up to her. Summer wasn't new to boy drama, though you also weren't helpful to her when it came to the boy drama. She ignored you at first, probably from the shock of finding out her boyfriend was cheating on her. "WITH TRISHA! AGAIN?" She sobbed, her fingers start smashing the screen as she opened her messenger and began to type to Ethan. This is something you knew wouldn't help her, so you gently lowered her phone down by grabbing the screen. "Honestly.. probably not a great idea, Summer." "DO YOU HAVE ANY BETTER IDEAS." she wailed. "We could forget that man exists, go home, watch 'Love vs. Aliens - Island Planet Special,' and get fat eating ice cream." that was all you could think to say. Super helpful. Summer thought for a second and sniffled; she turned her phone off and stuffed it into her back pocket. "That.. might help?" she said more as a question.

The both of you had begun walking again, already being almost home. Once you neared the front yard, you noticed Rick's ship missing. Entering the house, you noticed your parents were no longer in the living room arguing. "Where is everybody?" you asked Summer. She shrugged, pulling her phone out, swiping through it, and clicking the screen. She lifted the phone to her ear and waited a second. "Who are you calling?" you asked, assuming she had given in to her emotional thinking and called Ethan. "Grandpa Rick, where are you?" she spoke into the phone. 'oh' you thought. You could hear your drunken, loud grandfather through the telephone; some would assume it was on speaker. "Took your *brrrrrp* annoying ass parents to planet 'nothing can bother me here' be back in like two hours." Summer's face lit up at this. "Can we throw a party, Grandpa Rick?" she asked excitedly. "yeah, s*brrp*sure, why not? Throw a Greek-style costume party for all I care. I'll make some calls." "YAY!" Summer cheered; this seemed to be more of a lift me up than what you recommended, so you chose to be the better sister and let her have this instead of fighting it. She hung up the phone and looked at you. "I'm going to invite Trisha and Ethan, and I'm going to be so hot that Ethan realizes he fucked up and wants to get back with me!" Summer said triumphantly. 'This is going to end horribly!' you thought. 'Sure thing,' you said, now making your way towards the stairs. You were going to stay in your room the whole time. "Not so fast." your wrist was grabbed. "I need you to make me hot. I can't do my makeup, and I'm not that great in fashion like YOU are." Summer demanded. Internally, you sighed; you knew there was no getting out of this. "OK, Summer," you say, now being dragged up the stairs and into her room.

You sat on her bed now; Summer was making a mess of her room by throwing articles of clothing and such across the floor. She would hold something up and ask how you felt. Bit by bit, the both of you were building an outfit for this party. Summer actually liked Grandpa's sarcastic idea of throwing a Greek costume party, so the theme is Gods and Goddesses. You helped Summer choose an outfit inspired by Nyx, the goddess of the night sky. The dress was long, flowy, and black, with a Queen Anne's neckline. The length of the skirt was lined with lacey sparkling organza. "Where the hell have you been hiding this dress?" you asked. "I got it on like a shopping planet. I just never had the opportunity to wear it. Is it giving Princess Diana revenge dress?" she asked, holding it up to her body. "Absolutely, Ethan will be quaking," you assured her. She seemed satisfied with that answer, so you continued to make your sister 'Hot.' Letting her hair down, you curl it, and you do her makeup to complement the outfit she's wearing. However, you may have gone heavy on the grungy eye look. Even so, it seemed to suit Summer's face, and she seemed to love it regardless.

She admired herself in the mirror, staring and twisting her body to view all angles of herself. "Okay, now your turn." She turned to you now. Both of you head to your room, where you sift through your dresser to find something to wear. "You should like be Aphrodite; wear something white and let me dye your hair back to blonde!" Her idea made your hands stop. "no way am I going blonde." you said. "why do you hate it so much?" she asked. "one, I don't want to look like Mom and most people think blondes are fucking stupid." "Well, you're not stupid, and you look nothing like Mom, so why not just do it this once? Maybe you'll like it." she prodded. Your hands began taking items of clothing out of the dresser; you didn't have any white clothes aside from the stuff your father bought you for church when he was on a religious kick and made everyone go to church. "too, Christy." you said throwing it behind you. "how about this one?" summer pointed at something in the drawer, she reached in and pulled it out. It was a milkmaid-style dress with a keyhole opening and an asymmetrical neckline; it was definitely a unique dress, accidentally bought by your father along with the other dresses, only to be banned when pulled out of the packaging because it was considered too mature for you. "oh yeah, this one." she said confidently.

People were showing up about an hour after that phone call with Grandpa Rick; Summer had somehow convinced you to bleach your hair back to your original smooth golden color. I think a part of you was just going with what she wanted because you felt bad that the boy she liked was such an insufferable fuck head. Summer was downstairs, letting people in and showing them the drinks; music could already be heard blasting from the living room. Currently, you are sitting in your room, waiting for your hair to dry after washing the toner out of your hair. A knock emits from the door. "Come in!' you say. The doorknob could be heard turning, and the person from the other side entered the room, shutting the door behind them. "hey, I didn't know we-" It was Morty. He had cut himself off to interrupt himself. "you're blonde?" he asked. this made you laugh, getting up from your bed you walk over to Morty. "why so surprised, it's my natural hair color anyway?" "I-I know, I-I'm just not used to it.. it looks nice." He said the end part timidly. You gave Morty a kind, genuine smile after hearing the compliment.

Morty was silent now, just staring at your hair and then to your lips and then to your eyes. You stared into his eyes only for a brief second. Then your brain decided that right now would be the perfect time to recall what had happened between the two of you, your eyes now fixed on your hands, which were fidgeting in front of you. "I-I heard about the party, So I uh.. invited Jessica." Morty rubbed the back of his neck, looking to the side. There was a feeling in your chest; it felt odd. It was something you had never felt before. Once again, it felt like there were thorns wrapping around your lungs and a tightness in your throat. "Th-that's great; speaking of which, when are you going on that date with her," you asked in support; although that feeling didn't go away, it only got increasingly stronger the more you spoke about your best friend with Morty. "We're planning on going to the movies next week before school starts back up," Morty said. "I hope it goes well." you swallowed. Morty smiled a little, but he could sense the vibe in the room becoming a bit tense. "Also. There's a guy coming tonight... He's one of Rick's friends. His name is Gearhead. Don't let him talk to you about the gear wars.. actually, just try to avoid him altogether." Morty warned, trying to break the awkward silence filling the room. You smiled and thanked him for warning you.

Morty left the room shortly after, and you were left alone in your room once again. Taking a deep breath, you take a couple of steps over to your full-length mirror. You studied your appearance; it made you flutter knowing that Morty liked your hair; your eyes went to your dress; you didn't realize how skimpy it was until you got the whole picture. With a small twirl, you notice the bottom of your butt is almost hanging out from the skirt, though the fabric draped nicely and delicately around your curves. Summer had picked out a bunch of gold jewelry for you to wear: golden pearl earrings with diamond studs, a dainty chain necklace, and a pearl ring. You wore a pair of rhinestone open-toed heels, and your hair was down over your shoulder and curled, similar to Summers. Your makeup was more neutral this time, more to accentuate your features as they were. This whole look was foreign to you; you honestly couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror. Perhaps it was time for you to get a new look; you've been wearing the same style since middle school. For now, you'll put away that thought and enjoy the party; Summer said she wouldn't snitch if I drank.

- 2 Hour Time Skip -

The party was alive and bumping; people were flooding every square inch of the house, each and every single one of them enjoying the party in their own way. Summer was in the backyard doing a keg stand; even though she was partying so shamelessly, she was successfully making Ethan regret cheating on her. Morty held a red Solo cup and stood off to the side of the party, speaking with Jessica. You were standing in between the living room and kitchen with a drink in your hand. You stared into the living room as everyone partied, sipping from the red cup. You did everything in your power to ignore Morty. The feelings you had from earlier never went away, and it was honestly killing your buzz. Just then, a bright green swirling hole appears on the ceiling of the living room; mountains of opened and unopened bottles pour out of it. Shortly after, Rick comes falling out of it, crashing on the coffee table, almost breaking it. He was wearing a toga and vine head wrap. "WHOS R*brrp*READY TO GET RICKIDDYRICK WRECKED?!" He shouted from the table. Everyone in the house cheered and began grabbing the unopened bottles of booze.

Rick stood from the table and dusted himself off with a burp; he looked up from his torso, greeting some of his friends before scanning the room. The music was loud, and the bass was shaking the whole room; it disoriented the already drunk Rick. Then, his eyes laid on someone in the room. Rick's blood ran cold, and his breath hitched in his throat. Were his eyes deceiving him, or was he finally losing his mind? He swore he was staring at Diane. Rick quickly reached his hands to his face, rubbing the drunk from his eyes. He blinked a bit before looking at the person again. The person who he thought was the ghost of his late wife was now staring at him, and this time, his eyes weren't playing tricks with the lights. He furrowed his brows in question as he breathed out your name. Your arms were crossed, and your face read unamused; Rick couldn't help but take in your new appearance. Walking to you, Rick points at your head, grabbing a strand of it and ripping it out. "OW!" you shout. "WHAT THE FUCK" you whine out.

"What's with the *brrrp* new look?" he asked. "actually don't care." Rick shut it down before you could answer, yet you answered him anyway. "Summer thought I needed a change." You answer, rubbing the spot on your head he has ripped from after quickly drinking the rest of the contents in your cup, hoping to reach a drunk state and less of a tipsy one. "Be careful.*brrrrrp* I know you're still a lightweight." Rick drank from his flask. This only made you go into the kitchen, slam your now-empty cup on the table, grab the highest percentage of alcohol on the kitchen counter, and pour it into your glass until it was almost overflowing. Rick watched your every move with a bored expression. Once done, you take a giant couple of gulps of the liquid until it burns the back of your throat.

Rick's eyes watched as your throat contracted and swallowed, his eyes trailing down to your collarbone, to your freckle-covered shoulders, to the keyhole in your dress that slightly exposed the center of your chest and some of your cleavage. He noticed how short your skirt was, and by that time, he forced his gaze to the fridge. What the fuck was he thinking? Not only did he mistake you for his dead wife, he's now borderline eye fucking you. The kitchen is now only occupied by a few people, two of whom are lying passed out on the floor. Lowering the red solo cup from your mouth you feel a sickness in your stomach and your body began to feel light and dizzy, you 100% drank over your limit but that was the goal you thought. Looking at Rick, it was your turn to study him; he had booze dripping from his mouth, and his hair was a mess as usual, but with the vine head dress weaving through his blue hair, it made it even messier, the toga he wore was wrapped around his body poorly, and it honestly looked like he was wearing a sheet. Your gaze lowered from his face to his chest, to his arms, and eventually to where his dick was.

Memories from the night you spied on Rick came flooding back; you knew exactly what it looked like. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps you were finally letting your twistedness roam free, but you didn't move your eyes. Ricks's eyes transitioned from the fridge back to you after being in silence for too long for his taste. You were still staring, your eyes were glassy, and you were obviously drunk. Rick raised a brow and followed to where your eyes were looking; his eyes widened once he realized you were very clearly looking at the imprint of his dick in the cloth. Rick grew uncomfortable, shifting a bit under your stare. Clearing his throat loudly, he thought to himself. 'What the fuck?!' your attention finally comes back to reality upon Rick clearing his throat. Your face twists into fear, you didn't realize what you were doing until it was too late. Rick was now just looking at you, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to explain what the fuck just happened. Yet, instead of doing that, you grabbed your cup and dashed out of the kitchen; Rick just watched you as you made an improper excuse.

You needed to get the fuck away from him, what the fuck is wrong with you, why the fuck did you do that? What were you thinking? Were you even thinking? What are you going to tell Rick? 'Hey, sorry for oggling your dick, pal?' 'I have feelings for you, Grandpa?' HELL NO! Once you leave the living room, you enter the foyer of the house, wanting to go back upstairs to your room. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you look up and see Morty and Jessica sitting on the 7th step together. They look drunk and are making out. Stopping in your tracks, you stare at them for a second, desperately trying to gather your thoughts. That feeling you felt earlier was back, and it was on fire. Your body felt like it was boiling, and you were shaking with adrenaline. Morty opened his eyes from his session with Jessica to see you standing there; he examined your face to see it pale and morphed into one of surprise and hurt. He pulled himself from Jessica. "Morty?" Jessica questions; once noticing Morty looking down the stairs, she mimics. They both called out your name, but before they could ask you what was wrong, you had already turned on your heel and ran out the front door.

You needed air; you needed to think; you honestly needed a lot of things, one of them being therapy at this point. Your breath was shaky as you walked down the street. The cup you were holding was now empty and discarded, each step lopsided and unbalanced. The fire in your body raged; the sick feeling in your stomach from the alcohol and the shame of getting caught staring at your grandfather ate at you. There was something genuinely wrong with you; your hands were shaking still, and you had no idea where you were going, but you kept walking. Why aren't you happy for Morty? This is something he's always wanted. Why did you feel like a bus hit you and your skin was being ripped from your body when you saw them together? Instinctively, your body moved; you were heading to the drain field, the only place you could find peace. Why did you feel this way? Why couldn't you have been a normal girl like Jessica or Summer? You should be dating boys and worrying your parents about teenage pregnancy, but here you are, fantasizing about your grandfather and having sex with your brother. If hell were a real place, you would be going there or going to hell's hell.

You were at the drain field now; the sun had long set at this point, and it was pitch black. Walking down the path you've created from frequent visits, you arrive at your usual spot and sit down. If anything, you fell into a sitting position. You took this time to steady your breath and try to calm your mind. To no avail, it didn't work, and you were left with the misery of yourself. Reaching up to your face, you hold your face in your hands, almost instantly feeling wetness in your palms. "what the fuck?" you breathe out. Looking down into your hands, you stare at them, then reach back up to your face to gently pat your cheeks with your fingertips. Water was coming down from your eyes.

"Am... Am I fucking crying?"

Chapter Text

- Rick's POV -

The party continued in your absence, but you left two people with confused thoughts and questions. Morty wanted to know why you ran out the door, and Rick, well, he had thoughts running through his head at 1,000 miles per hour. Needing space from the party, Rick decided to head into his garage. Shutting the door behind him, he walks to his workbench, resting his palms on the surface, and leans forward. Rick entered deeper into his thoughts: "I need to check..." he breathed out before hitting a button on the wall in front of the desk, a trap door opened on the floor after. Reaching into the trap door, he pulls out a machine, lifts it up, and drops it onto the workbench. He presses some buttons on the screen, which make blips and boop sounds. He reaches into his lab coat pocket and takes out the strand of hair he ripped from your head. Grabbing a vial from nearby, he drops the strand of hair in. Twisting the lid back on, he slides the sample into the machine. "SAMPLE LOADED," the machine chimes. "SAMPLE RESULTS in 20m," the screen read. Rick slid the machine further onto the workbench and backed away from it. He stared at the machine with a pensive expression. He was always suspicious of it, but he finally needed to be sure.

"I need more booze.." rubbing his temples, he walked out of the garage and back into the party to hopefully get thrashed.

- Nobody's POV -

The door of the garage opens apprehensively with Morty peaking in, opening the door fully, and he steps in. "Rick.. have you seen-" Summer walks in behind Morty with an equal look of uncertainty and worry on her face. "He's not here, Morty." She piped up, lifted her phone from her pocket, and began scrolling through her contacts. "I'll call her." Summer said. "I tried already. Sh-she's not answering." Morty said, his voice laced with fear. "I'm sure she's fine, Morty." Summer tried to console him. "She didn't look fine-- I-I just hope she's okay." Morty finally notices the machine sitting on the messy workspace. He walked over to it with his usual sense of curiosity.
Standing in front of the machine, he examines the screen. He sees your face on the right side of the screen and their grandmother's face on the left. There was a bar on the bottom of the screen that was on the tail end of loading. "Wh-What is this?" Morty questioned. With Summer still nose deep in her phone, she walks over to what Morty is mentioning. She looks up for a moment and makes an educated guess. "I don't know, maybe like a DNA synthesizer?" She shrugged. "Why would he be checking hers with Grandma?" He asked, but he wasn't really asking anyone; he was completely confused about what Rick could possibly be trying to figure out. Upon ending that thought, the loading of the screen ends, and a giant "D-DNA 100% Match" pops up on the screen with a loud chime.

Both of them were now looking at the screen together in confusion. "I-..I'm gonna go find Rick.." Morty says that something told him he knew what the results meant, but he had to ask Rick for confirmation. Summer lifted her phone up and began taking pictures of the screen. It wasn't abnormal for her to take photos of things like this, but something this time told her she needed to take this photo. Whether it be future blackmail for Rick, she followed the unearthly urge to photograph the screen.

Morty weaved around people in the crowd, getting knocked over a couple of times or getting shoved into the wall. Eventually, he made it to the living room to find Rick drinking straight from the bottle. "Rick!" Morty called out. "Rick," He calls out again when Rick doesn't look at him. Once Rick noticed Morty, Rick swung an arm around Morty's shoulder and pulled him in with a loud burp. "Having *brrp* fun?" Rick asked. "Have you seen my sister?" Morty asks instead. "Summer?" Rick burps. "No." Morty proceeds to use your name, and he could see Rick almost cringe at your name. "Haven't seen her." Rick downs the rest of the bottle he was holding. Rick then slams the empty bottle onto the ground, breaking into a thousand pieces. "PARTY WITH ME, MORTY!" Rick cheers in an overly intoxicated yell. "Wh-What does that machine mean in the garage? Why are you testing her DNA?" Morty was increasingly growing uncomfortable with how drunk Rick had gotten. Rick grows still but only for a second before tightly gripping Morty's shoulders. "What did I tell you*BRRRRRP* about going into my garage!" Morty winced but didn't yield. Summer was now behind Morty.

"GOD, you buzzkill." Rick lets go of Morty. "It's none of *brrrrrp* your business anyway." Rick went back to his garage, but Morty stopped him. "It is when it's my sister!" Morty demanded to know. With a loud, annoyed growl, Rick turns around, facing Morty. He leans down to be level with Morty's face. "Fine! You want to know?" Rick asks. "YES, RICK!" Morty yells. "Your sister is a possible Quantum anomaly!" Rick stood up and began walking back to his garage, Morty and Summer following behind. The party raged around them as they walked past everyone.
"Okay, so like what does that mean?" Summer tilted her head. When the three of them enter the garage, Rick stops in his tracks and stares at the results on the screen. Morty could see a look of bewilderment on his face. "It means the universe is toying with god." Morty and Summer look at each other after hearing Rick say that. Morty had a feeling he wasn't going to get a solid answer if he didn't ask a solid question, a question that couldn't be beaten around the bush. "Is... she our grandma?" Morty asks. "And your sister..*brrp* funny what the universe does to preserve life." Rick rubbed his face with his hands, his face was surprise, disgust, grief but hid behind a shitty poker face.

"Shouldn't we find her and tell her?" Summer asked. "NO" "NO" Both Morty and Rick screeched. "JESUS!" She covered her ears. "You don't understand the fragility of the teenage mind, Summer. *brrrp* These are the years someone would be building their 'identity' if you told her it would make her have a crisis." Rick explained. "I'd wanna know if I was my grandma." Summer crossed her arms. "And that's Jerry's DNA making you think that." Rick defended. Morty watched both of them go back and forth. He was equally surprised to find this out; he didn't know what to think, but he knew this wasn't the weirdest thing to happen to him. He knew you were already special to an extent because, out of all the universes they had been to and timelines, there was only one instance where Beth went out of the country after a year with Jerry. Infinity at its absolute, and yet you were a singularity.

While Morty pondered and tried to make sense of how this is even a possibility. "Is it reincarnation?" Morty asks. Rick looks at Morty. "I don't do that Monk shit. *brrrrp* see it as a spatial hiccup." Rick turned his back on Summer and Morty and began removing the sample from the machine and packing everything back up. Morty stood there, as did Summer; neither knew what to say at that point. Summer was the first to leave the garage finally, and after the silence and the soft sounds of Rick messing with machinery, Morty made his way out as well. The party mood soured for them.

-The Morning | Readers POV -

'Chirp' 'CHIRP' 'Chirp' The sounds of morning song echoed through the drain tunnel, my eyes tried to flutter shut, but they were taped shut with sleep sand and day-old mascara. Once opening my eyes I squint to the brightness around me. "shit.." I groan, sitting up, hissing in pain, I reach for the side of my back to hold it. I take this moment to take in my surroundings. "Great.. Passing out in public from drinking... can cross that off my bucket list." I say to myself in shame. Rubbing that spot on my back, I sit up straight. Thank god your parents were gone for the week or you would have been so fucked. You notice that your phone, which has been sitting next to you, is filthy. Grabbing it, you turn it on; you missed seven calls from Morty, two from summer, and at least 20 messages from both of them and Jessica. Just as you were about to call one of them, your finger hovering over Morty's contact, the phone dies in your hand. "Go figure.." dropping my arms down into my lap. Looking down at your feet, you take the strappy rhinestone heels off that had ended up blistering your feet. Standing up, you steady your balance, hangovers didn't affect you like most; you experience lethargy and balance issues. Walking out of the tunnel, you adjust to the lighting once again. With a free hand, you wipe any leaves and dirt off your dress. Reaching the top of the drain field, you walk out, the arm holding your heels swinging from your sides, your bare feet snuggling into the grass.

Your hair looked like a rat's nest, the curls that were elegant now tangled and frizzy. Reaching the sidewalk, you continue to walk down the street and back home. Passing people on the way to work, people walking their dogs, or working on their yards. All of them are looking at you, drawing their own conclusions. It felt like it took much longer to get home than it did to leave the night prior. The relief your body felt, though, when the house came into your field of vision. "I need a cigarette." I groan, reaching the yard, there are people passed out in it, stepping over one passed out in front of the door. You twist the handle and open the door. Walking into the house was silent, aside from the snores of strangers, who were passed out on the floor throughout the home. Walking up the stairs, you had to slither between people, rag-dolled on the stairs.

The door to your room was still shut. Opening it, you walked into it, not noticing Summer asleep on your bed at first. Dropping your heels to the floor, you walk over to your dresser and begin stripping the clothes from your body, grabbing a usual casual house fit: a band tee and sweat shorts. Putting them on, you hear a mumbled sound come from your bed. Looking over, you finally notice Summer. Once you have finished putting on your shirt, you release your grip on the bottom hem. Walking over to your bed, you gently rock Summer awake. "Bitch get up," you said. She mumbled and tried to swat your arm away. Her moving her arm seemed to be what woke her up, with her eyes barely open, she sees you. Her eyes open wider when she realizes it's you, sitting up instantly and reaching for your shoulder. "We need to talk," she said.

Something in your chest sank into your stomach. Summer was always the careless, fun-loving type. When she needed to talk to me, it was usually something super serious. With a receptive yet concerned look, you sat down next to her. "What's up?" I asked, that's when she pulls out her phone, tapping the screen a couple of times before shoving it into your face. Grabbing the phone from her hands, you adjust it to your vision and look at the photo. Staring at it, you examined the computer screen, seeing your face and one you've never seen before. "Okay, what does this mean?" I ask, looking at Summer.
"One: Grandpa ran experiments with your DNA without permission, and two: he was matching your DNA to our grandma Diane." She said, 'Where have I heard that name before?' I thought to myself. It didn't take long for your memory to echo in your brain. 'Diane... You look just like her.' With that thought and image, you go completely still. With confusion, you ask. "Okay? I'd be related to her, so why is that weird?" "No, no, you're not related to her... Rick said you're a 'Quantum Anomaly', a rift in space and time.. You ARE her." She looked at you to gauge your reaction.

Silence filled the room. What were you supposed to do with this information? What did this mean, and what did it change? "I... I don't know what to say.." I said breathlessly. "I had to tell you.. I think it would be wrong to keep it from you." Summer said, leaving a hand on your back to soothe you. "Thanks.. Summer." You said you really appreciated her for being honest and not keeping things from you, but at the same time, you wish you hadn't known. "Can... I have time to think?" you looked at Summer, who quickly got up from the bed and gave you a quick hug. "Absolutely! I love you, you're still my baby sister.. okay?" She said, looking down at you after standing back up. Looking up at her, you smile at her the best you can. "Thanks, Summy.. You're still my big sis." I said, with a smile back she leaves the room shutting the door behind her.

I sat on my bed, returning to the deadly silence that was in the whole house, staring at the floor for who knows how long, long enough that your eyes were playing tricks on you and making it look like the fibers of the carpet were wiggling. If you had to estimate how long you had been sitting on your bed staring at the floor in thought, it had to have been at least an hour. Rubbing the bottoms of your feet on the plush carpet to soothe yourself and to divert the thoughts that were filling your mind. "Who's Diane?" "How can I be my dead Grandmother?" "What does this mean?" "Am I me?" "Am I even Summer sister? Morty's Sister?" "Am..Is Ricks' wife?" The last thought made all of the others halt.

Standing up with your now blank mind, you walk to the mirror once again to stare at your appearance. Head to toe, you looked at yourself, you had no idea what your grandmother looked like or anything about her, for that matter. When it came to Beth's side of the family, you were absolutely clueless. Combing your fingers through your hair, you look at the blonde, then at the freckled surface of your tanned skin, gently tracing over some moles that have surfaced at some point. 'I may be this dead woman or something, but it's me thinking.. not her.. I'm the one in control.. I'm the one living.. I'm the one breathing...' I thought as I backed away from the mirror. "I need weed.." I said out loud.

That being said, you exit your room and head to your parents to find anything to smoke on to distract yourself and 'cope' with this new reality.

Chapter Text

Your body was stretched out on your parents' bed, Too Many Nights by Metro Boomin playing through your earbuds. A blunt between your index and middle finger, lifting to your lips, you take a deep inhale. The thing Summer spoke to you about left your mind racing and your body numb. If we were going to be entirely honest, the whole concept of it doesn't make any sense to you. Your free hand reaches up to your hair, running your fingers through it. Sighing, a cloud of smoke exits your lungs. Ashing the blunt on your mom's side of the bed, you take another deep inhale of the green; you need more than this to make your nerves settle. Sitting up in bed in a crisscross sitting position, your gaze slowly examines the room.

The decor screamed 'cheugy.' The ottoman at the foot of the bed was made of oak and green velour; the pictures on the walls were of horses and flowers. You wondered what the room would have looked like if Jerry had influenced decorating. Inhaling the smoke from your blunt one last time, you put it out by smudging it against the wood of the headboard. Tucking what's left of it behind your ear, getting up from the bed, you leave your parents' room. Shutting the door behind you, you head down the hall and down the stairs, music still blasting in your ears drowning anything out. Most the people from the party last night had left aside from a couple stragglers who you'd assume were dead from alcohol poisoning yet they snored. Walking into the kitchen you head towards the fridge, when pulling the door open it stops halfway, closing the fridge door you open it again a little rougher. "s q u a n c h..." a groan comes from the floor. Looking down you see a mangey looking ratty cat, he was still asleep but he was humping the floor. "gross.." you say, lifting your foot you push the side of the nasty creature out of the way.

Finally grabbing the carton of eggs, milk and orange juice. You mix 2 eggs with 1/3 cup milk together with a dash of salt and garlic pepper. Grabbing a pan from the cabinet you put it on the stove and turn the dial to medium. While waiting for the pan to heat up you pour yourself a glass of orange juice, taking a couple of gulps you set the glass on the counter. You rested your shoulders on the counter next to your glass, your chin in your hands with your head bopping to the music. It was soon the pan was hot enough, you pour in the mixed concoction of milk and eggs into the pan. The pan makes a satisfying sizzle sound, grabbing a spatula you stir the eggs into a fluffy scramble.

As you were cooking, you just kinda stared at the eggs, and the stirring motions slowed down. Steam emits from the eggs, gently misting your face. Your awareness sank deeper into just the pan of eggs in front of you, the music that was playing in your ears was muffled and distant, as if it were in an empty hallway. Your breath felt disembodied and cold, yet your skin felt like a hot, tight jacket. The inside felt empty, as if I were a tree and termites made a home in me. Your chest and shoulders rise and fall to your shallow breaths.

"Hey." A voice comes from behind you. Turning quickly, I took an earbud from my ear. It was Morty; he stood there was a concerned face. "You okay?" he asked. "Y-yeah." I say quickly, turning back to the eggs, I notice they're about to burn. Turning the dial to off and moving the pan to a cold burner, you began pulling out a plate. "Hey, so Rick and I are going to Blips and Chitz. Do-do you wanna go?" He asks. You turn back to Morty with a look of surprise. "When did Rick allow me into space?" you said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. "I uh- I begged him." Morty said. "So- wanna go?" he asked again. "Sure, beats staying at home." you say while shoveling a fork full of eggs in your mouth.

- Blips and Chitz -

Rick spent the entire ride explaining what to expect and what not to do to you whilst also bitching at Morty for even talking him in to bringing you. "If she gets *brrrp* hurt, it's on you, Morty!" Rick bitched. "What the hell? Why!" Morty whined. "I'm not going to get hurt." You try to defend yourself, does Rick honestly think you're that incapable? Rick rolled his eyes and landed the ship, well, parked it over the yellow lines. Upon exiting the ship, you take a big deep breath, and it smells like any other entertainment chain restaurant. The air was thick and smelled like poorly made pizza, and honestly, a little bit of vomit as well. The three of you walk into the establishment, and Morty has a face of excitement, Rick on the other hand looked annoyed and kept looking behind him to keep an eye on you as you straggled behind the two. "There's this game I really wanna show you!" Morty piped up. "It's called Roy'd Rage! It's basically Doom Eternal but Fully Immersive, You also play as Roy." Morty continued. "Sounds fun." you say, it was a bit dejected and empty but you hid it behind a tone that conveys excitement. Morty Led you to each and every game that he loved to play when him and Rick visited.

First was obviously the Roy'd Rage game. Morty wasn't lying when he said it was exactly like Doom Eternal. The next one was a Multi-Player Pac-Man game where one was the ghost and the other was the Pac-Man; the playable ghost could switch at any time. Morty ended up kicking your ass at that. The one you liked the most was the one you were currently playing. It was a Marksman shooter game; it had hardwood cutouts of 'Evil Aliens' that popped up with light-up targets on their head. You were really good at it maybe missing once or twice, Morty missing quite a bit of the targets. Even though everything you've had to deal with this morning, you were finally starting to feel really good, laughing even. "How are you that good?" Morty asks, looking away from the targets. "Probably because I'm looking at them!" you say playfully. Morty turned back to the targets and frantically started shooting at them once more.

The game came to an end though, our scores showing up on the screen above our heads. "I won." you say. "Well Duh! how do you know how to shoot?" He asks again, the both of you walking away from the game to let the other patrons play. Rick had went on his own adventure leaving the two of you to keep yourselves entertained. Simply shrugging at Morty's question, you didn't know where you learned to shoot you just knew. "I guess it's reflex?" you guessed, Morty however took that answer rather well. "I get that." He said. The both of you ended up on the balcony, or more so a planetarium room, it was a big domed room where people could just look out into the stars and sit. "A-Are you having fun?" Morty asked as we were staring out into the stars. It reminded you a bit of that night you had with him, with a small blush forming on your cheeks from remembering you answer. "Actually.. yeah.. I am a lot." Morty nodded, he seemed pleased to here that. Silence fell between the two of you for only a brief moment. "H-hey.. So-- Can we talk about-" you cut him off. "We can.. when we get home?" you said in more of a question. He nodded once again, the silence returning once more.

Morty lit up with an idea, he grabbed your wrist and gently dragged you into a direction. "Morty?!" you say surprised. "I saw something earlier! I think you might like it." Morty continued to drag you across he entire business, until the both of you reached a prize booth. Walking up to it Morty slapped down a plastic card he had in his pocket. You stood next to him with a confused expression, the alien at the booth grabbed the card, scanned it and handed it back to Morty. "124,000 Tokens." the alien said to Morty. Morty did a fist bump in the air before pointing up on the top racks of the shelf. "I'd like that prize please!" he said. Looking up to where he pointed you could see a really techy looking skateboard, but it had no wheels... 'WAIT is that a hoverboard!?' you thought to yourself. The clerk got a ladder and brought down the board. Morty had a confident expression on his face as it was handed to him and his tokens taken. Morty wasted no time to face you and hand you the board.

You stared at him for a second, still in disbelief. "A-Are you sure? That was a lot of tokens! I'm sure it took you forever to get them!" I said. "I-I'm more than sure." he pushed the board into your hands, and you brought it closer to you. "Morty- I- Thank you." You smiled warmly at him. "You- Your other board has gotten old.. It was really due for an upgrade." Morty rubbed the back of his neck. This time, you grabbed Morty's wrist. "I saw something on the way here." he didn't hesitate to follow your tracks. Leading him to a photo booth, you pointed at it. "Just like the ones from the mall, think it's got weird filters?" "Probably!" The two of you enter the booth and sit on the bench. "Ew, it's got purikura filters.. oh! Here's a normalish one!" Clicking that option, you lean back, waiting for the countdown. Both of you strike a pose for the first photo and the next one. Each of you is laughing at each other's goofy poses. When the last photo was about to be taken, an idea came into your head. Looking at Morty for only a second, who was still looking at the lens. Reaching a hand up, you barely cover the camera, leaning closer to Morty, you place a quick but firm kiss on his cheek as the camera snaps. His cheeks were red as tomatoes when you pulled back.

Exiting the booth together, you both wait for the photos to be printed. Morty looked like he was still registering what had happened. The photos slide out of the compartment and you examined them. the last one was mostly your blurry palm. "Good." handing Morty the photos he takes the quickly to see the last photo as well, only to be relaxed to see it didn't show anything. with a small smile he stuffs the photos in his pocket. "Th-thanks I-"

"MORTY," You heard Rick shout from who knows where, then you heard your name get called. Then appears the man himself, pushing past the crowd of people. "We gotta go! *brrrp* Free shit O'Clock!" Rick says in his usual drunkenness.

Then Rick’s watch pinged.
A low, angry tone. urgent but trying not to sound like it was begging.
Rick stomped away, the two kids following close behind him. "s*burp*orry to cut this trip short kids." The three of them rushed out of the front doors of Blips and Chits, Morty and you being the first to enter the ship Rick following in behind. He flicked the signal onto the dashboard with a greasy fingertip.

Origin: Citadel Shipping Freighter 482-A
Registry: MortyCorp Interstellar Freight
Status: Emergency Broadcast — Hull Failure/Power Loss
Cargo: Classified
Owner Response: Unreachable

Rick snorted. “Great. a freighter run by Mortys'. That’s like*brrrp* trusting a raccoon to do brain surgery with a spoon... drunk.”
Morty poked his head up, still winded from the arcade. “Wait, l...like… MortyCorp? Aren’t those the ones that—”
“Lose ninety percent of their shipments and occasionally implode from poor life choices? Ya...” Rick spun the ship’s thrusters with a flick. “They run logistics like it’s a trust exercise and every Morty is legally blind.”
You leaned over his shoulder and squinted at the blip. The freighter wasn’t far, just drifting in the shadow of a shattered moon.
“Doesn’t it look like a trap?” You mutter. “Cause it is genius,” Rick take a drink from his flask and burps. "i bet it feels like one too."
Morty fidgeted. “So… we’re going?”
Rick flashed a grin and started to launch the accelerator. “It's Fre*burp*eee shit morty.”

The hum of the ship changed as it aligned with the freighter. Docking clamps hissed and latched like mechanical jaws closing over prey.
Rick unlatched the side panel of a floor compartment, revealing a tangled mess of tech half of it covered in dust. “Suit up kids, the breach seals on this junk heap are probably held together with spit and emotional instability.”
He tossed you a field suit. The magnetized boots were scuffed the left boot wrapped in tape and one of the gloves had “PROPERTY OF RICK PRIME” scratched out with a screwdriver.
“You’re giving her that one?” Morty asked, eyeing the suit like it might explode.
“She’s not gonna complain. this family shares 90% of our DNA with spite and duct tape.” Rick snorted sarcastically.
You zipped it up. The padding was cold and smelled like plasma burns.
Rick slipped on his own suit—sleek, too tight, clearly modified. He pulled a device from his coat: a palm-sized EMP mine labeled “Plan F” in sharpie. You weren’t sure if it was a joke.
Morty grumbled as he put his helmet on backwards, fixed it, then tripped over his own boot magnet. Rick sighed so hard it could have vibrated the walls. "god dammit Morty" Rick dragged his palm down his face.
“We go in, grab whatever's valuable, and get out before something MortyCorp-y happens,” Rick muttered, strapping a disrupter rifle to his back. “If you see a shipping crate marked ‘Highly Explosive — Definitely Not Mislabeled,’ don’t touch it.”
“Noted,” you muttered.
“Also, don’t die. I already promised Beth I’d return the other two mostly alive.”
He paused. Glanced at you.
It wasn’t warm. But it lingered longer than it should have his body language and eye movement starting to make you feel uncomfortable it a weird way.
Then it was gone.

The docking tube groaned as it extended, slamming into the freighter’s outer hatch with a crunch that sounded more like an accident than a connection. Rick punched the override panel until the lights blinked green. Not exactly protocol.
You were the first to step inside.
The magnetized soles of your boots clanged with an eerie echo, each step a lonely ping down a corridor that hadn't heard life in too long. Air tasted wrong through the respirator—too dry, like it had been filtered through dust and desperation. The emergency lights pulsed in slow, sickly red intervals, like the ship was bleeding in time with its own death rattle.
“Wow,” Morty said behind you, voice slightly distorted through his helmet mic. “This place smells like, uh… like if a microwave had depression.”
“MortyCorp standard atmosphere,” Rick said, scanning with a handheld meter that beeped with a concerning stutter. “Cheap air and cheaper ethics.”
You passed a stack of shipping crates. One had a label that read:

MORTYCORP: LOGISTICS YOU CAN PANIC ABOUT™
CARGO: UNDECLARED BUT PROBABLY LEGAL (DON'T OPEN)

"Rick what about this one?" you say pointing to a crate.
Rick looked then popped the lid anyway.
“Nothing but foam peanuts and a handful of defective plumbus.” He kicked it. “Trash.”
As you moved deeper, the freighter’s bulkheads let out low groans—the sound of metal warping under pressure, or maybe something worse. Cold pockets of air swirled around your ankles. Lights buzzed, flickered, died. Your flashlight sliced through the gloom, catching movement that wasn’t there.
Something about this place felt... paused. Like it had been alive five minutes ago, and suddenly just wasn’t.
You turned a corner and froze.
A crew locker hung open. Inside was a Morty—slumped forward in a suit with no helmet. His face was bloated, blue. Dead a while.
Morty yelped behind you.
Rick didn’t even blink. You however stared uncomfortably long, it scarred you, to see your brother in that state.

“Poor little guy probably went out trying to vape coolant." Rick closed the locker door, shaking his head. "Let’s keep moving.”
The hallway ended in a massive cargo bay. Storage crates floated lazily in zero-g. Some cracked open, revealing vacuum-sealed boxes of something that looked like meat and glowing jars of "energy supplements" that looked like they contained sentient glitter.
Rick was already climbing onto a stack of crates, searching for anything expensive or illegal.
That’s when the freighter screamed.
A sound like the ship was being torn in half—no warning, no tremble, just rupture.
In a split second the wall behind Morty buldged turned a slight red and was ripped outward, and with a howl of decompression, he was gone.

One second, Morty was talking.
The next, he was gone.. snatched by vacuum with the sound of a thousand windows shattering inward. The decompression roared like an animal, howling through the breached cargo bay as loose crates and debris surged past you into space.
Rick screamed something—it was either your name or a curse—but it didn’t matter. Your boots detached. Your breath vanished.
You moved without thinking.
Hand on a nearby cable. Knife in your boot. Eyes locked on a damaged drone panel flickering under a strobing light. It wasn’t a plan. It was a pull.
You reached out, tore open the access panel. Yanked wires, tore fuses. Found a grav coil, twisting red hot with arcs. jamming it into a magnetic lock broke from a crate latch as it moved past. The charge built in your hand, humming like a cornered animal.
You saw Morty spinning—arms wide, eyes wild in his helmet as he tumbled into the void, drifting toward the reflective mass of a Federation ship positioned just beyond the freighter.
They’d been watching.. it was their trap.
And now they were acting.
You didn’t think. You threw it.

The makeshift charge arced through the vacuum, trailing sparks behind it like an angry comet. your mind starts counting the seconds as you move to get a running start toward the breach.
You run and launch yourself timing the release of your mag boots perfectly. as you launch from the breach you feel something brush your arm, ricks hand maybe.. doesn't matter anymore.
No tether. No backup, just you sailing through vacuum then you feel it like pins and needles that start in your hands that move to cover your body. you feel like you separate from your body like you are watching yourself fly through the stars.. it's stunning.
As you reach Morty your fingers catch the lip of his helmet with your glove. He jerked in surprise, twisting toward you, panic behind the visor.
And then… it hit.
Everything slowed.
The world was muffled, heartbeat in your ears, static in your helmet. You caught a glimpse of your face reflected in Morty’s visor.
You don’t recognize it.
Pupils too large. lips parted in.. a smile? like a broken doll. A smear of blood under your nose. what is this feeling like i am watching someone else ware my skin
Who were you, again?
You blinked. Floated.

Your body moved. You set your feet on morty's chest looking behind you waiting for the perfect vector. you launch yourself off Morty, sending him backward toward the torn freighter hull tumbling toward Rick.
You twisted mid-air with just enough time to watch your improvised explosive light up against the hull of the federation ship. as you make a final adjustment the knife moves to cut the air line pushing you just enough to clear the breach to the Federation Ship as the system seals it.
You hit hard, tumbling across the floor plating, skidding across loose metal and debris. The inside of the Federation ship was darker.. colder. Sleek and unwelcoming. Chrome walls glinted red from silent alarms still cycling like dying heartbeat monitors.
The moment your knees caught traction, you were moving again.
A soldier rounded the corner—Federation uniform, face obscured by a full visor. He shouted.
You didn’t.
You lunged low, pushed forward, and jammed your knife into its thigh. He screamed.. fell forward and you slammed the side of his helmet into the bulkhead until it cracked like an egg.
Another came around the junction.
You were already moving. ripping the disruptor pistol from the dead soldier’s holster, slamming the muzzle into the second’s neck before they could fire. The trigger clicked. you felt the heat in your hand as the weapon emitted plasma into the soft neck meat of the federation soldier.
You were breathing too fast. Your mouth was dry. Your hands were soaked in someone else’s blood and part of your own.

The ship was tight, a metal maze humming softly beneath your feet. Shadows stretched long in the flickering lights, and every step echoed like a warning.
Ahead, a trooper rounded the corner, his presence sharp and sudden.
You moved without hesitation grabbing it by the weapon arm and helmet. surprise flashing in his eyes before you pinned him down, lurching back you deliver a headbutt to the bug alien shattering both of your helmets. the stunned bug chitters something as you remove you helmet and proceed to use it as a weapon driving it downward six more times to its head. until what remained was a pile of viscera.. brain matter, blood, glass, and whatever was left of the helmets.
falling to the side you take a second to catch your breath.. what is happening? why are you here? who are you? how can you do.. that? you look at the corpse as you get up.

You didn't have near as much time to catch your breath as you would like before another trooper appeared, larger and armored heavy, blocking the corridor like a wall.
A pulse of pain flared suddenly in your shoulder something sharp and quick before you pushed past it, driven by instinct more than thought.
Your movements blurred, a mix of strikes and dodges, each one fluid but fierce. The sterile metal walls seemed to close in as they became painted by whatever was driving you body as if it was an art piece. echoes of shouts and distant alarms pressing against your mind.
You caught a glimpse of broken weaponry, discarded gear you quickly snatched what you could without hesitation and fashioned makeshift tools as you moved, your mind racing faster than your body, but somehow still to slow to process.
The corridors blurred into a chaotic symphony of alarms, blood, plasma fire, and screams. Your hands moved with a speed that surprised you. pulling capacitors from panels, yanking loose wires, snapping off pieces of shattered weaponry.
Each scrap felt like a puzzle piece in the frantic construction of a device you barely understood but knew you needed.

Your breath was shallow, your muscles burning with exertion and adrenaline. The humming energy of the ship seemed to pulse through your fingertips as you worked, the improvised weapon taking shape piece by piece.
Every sound a distant footstep, a muffled grunt—tightened the coil of urgency inside you. You had to finish. You had to get back.
A heavy presence closed in fast another trooper, bulky and relentless.
You didn’t hesitate. Every movement was raw, precise, and fueled by desperate resolve. The corridor seemed to pulse around you, lights flickering as the standoff tightened.
Your fingers found the makeshift device, the crude weapon humming faintly in your grasp. The purple crackle of unstable energy danced along its jagged edges like a living thing.
With a sharp breath, you keyed the trigger at the soldier.
A burst of fractured light tore open seeming to rip the federation soldier apart from the inside and outside at the same time. the light seemed to turn into a liquid and settle on the floor as it seemed to snap into it's place in reality. the ground before you—jagged, unpredictable—splitting the space between worlds, the remains of the soldier falls through the hole along with random debris.

The place where you shot now had a portal. not smooth, but jagged, flickering with wild purple light like fractured glass. With a shakey breath and a couple of labored steps forward.
You fell through, weightless and battered, hitting the cold floor hard you had fainted. Your suit was torn, broken and missing pieces, the makeshift portal device still faintly humming in your hand. The Portal had directly planted you in the back of Ricks ship, Rick was in the drivers seat and Morty in the passenger seat, they were both cut off of their screaming session. They both look behind them and at you. Rick quickly dismounts from his seat and kneels down to you.

"IS SHE DEAD?!" Morty screamed with tears in his eyes.

Morty hovered close, worry etched deep into his face.
“She’s alive,” Rick said, voice rough. “Barely. But alive.”
Morty exhaled, relief breaking through the tension.
Rick pulls out a nanite injector and jabs it into your chest.