Okay guys,, so this LITERALLY just happened for me. The entire situation is real. ConnectiCon 2018,, July 14. 9:43 pm. I'm writing this as I'm sitting in the fuckin car going home. Hope you like it.

3rd POV

Rick, (Y/n), and Morty all decided to go to something that was basically ComicCon, but on the east coast of the United States. Beth, Jerry, and Summer didn't wanna go, bc they all fucking suck.

You all traveled to a different dimension for the convention to avoid troubles with the Galactic Federation, no big deal. In this dimension, Rick and Morty are in a tv show!! Blahblah, pretty sure you all know the rest.

Rick and Morty occasionally got stopped for pictures. (Y/n) has to try to calm Rick's temper due to some..incidents.

A greasy man approached all of you and asked for a picture, pretty much laughing the whole time. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what the hell is so funny to you??" (Y/n) piped up. "Okay, I'm gonna be totally honest here man, that Rick cosplay fucking sucks," the greasy man responded. Rick was shocked. "Excuse me?? Do you know who I fucking am?! I'm the Rick!! THE Rick!! In all your creepy ass TV shows about my daily life!" Fat pig just snickered. "Very funny. I probably have the best cosplay of him here!" Rick was boiling. "Do I fucking look like I was dunked in a pool of butter?! Does—does the camera add a few pounds on me?!" Rick shouted and ripped off his shitty homemade wig. "And at least MY hair stays on my hair stays on my fuckin head.. can't be scalped in less—less than two goddamn seconds.." Rick threw his wig back at him, which reeked of sweat and was practically dripping. The greasy dude looked at (Y/n) for a split second. "Yours is pretty spot on though." He said with a wink. (Y/n) scoffed and backed up a little closer to Morty. "Fuck off." (Y/n) and Rick practically said at the same time. "Y-yeah! Take your gross neckbeard a-and sweat stains somewhere else! G-go find that anime bitch that'll never exist!" Morty tried telling him off. Good job buddy :) "Your greasy face better not be in my fucking sight again," Rick warned, "and if you're such a Rick...where's your Morty?" Rick put his arms around Morty's and (Y/n)'s shoulders and gently nudged you to the huge game room.

You all had a fun day taking pictures, playing games, and getting cute merchandise! You all even cringed really hard at furries, terrible cosplays, and some merchandise that's surprisingly legal. At the end of the long day, after the sun was going down, ConnectiCon had a firework show. Big loud booms. Dark outside.

The group was debating if they wanted to try to find a spot to watch, but there was an insane amount of people. Rick guided the younglings down the very wide sets of steps that lead up to the bridge, the perfect spot to watch. Luckily, the group decided otherwise. They just left to relax in front of the building not too far from the stairs. Little did everyone know that all hell would fucking break loose.

(Y/n) got concerned when she saw several people sprinting down the stairs. Then the crowd got bigger, bigger, then suddenly a fucking shit storm. "Uh.. Rick?! Morty?!" They saw her panicked expression in that general direction she was staring in. "Holy shit.." Morty muttered. Everyone was sprinting down the stairs; several panicking, others crying. The stairs overflowing with people. "I'm gonna go see what's going on," (Y/n) began to run. Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. "(Y/N) WAIT!" It was Rick. "B..be careful." He stated. She ran towards the huge group of panicking people and tried to talk to a few people. Morty stayed close to Rick trying not to panic. Rick was watching where you went to make sure you were alright and mainly reading your expression to see how bad the situation is.

"Excuse me!! Hey hihi what's going on? Are you guys okay?? Why's everyone running?" (Y/n) ran up to a girl with a group of her friends who were all in a cute anime cosplay. She felt bad for bombarding them with questions so quick, but she needed to know. One of the girls wiped their eyes. "Th-there was a shooting! Up there!!" She pointed up the stairs where the fireworks were best seen. (Y/n)'s expression dropped. Her hands covered her mouth in shock. How could something like this happen? In a place like this?? It's the last thing you'd expect. "Is anyone hurt?!" (Y/n) asked beginning to get scared for all the people she met. "We have no idea! All we know is that we need to get the fuck out of here!"

Right after that, they booked it. She started to run back to her group and tried shouting the news to them. Morty put his hand up to his ear signaling he couldn't here. (Y/n) made a finger gun with her hand and pretended to shoot,, they immediately got the memo. "We—we gotta fuckin go!" Morty panicked and ducked his head down a bit. "I've never been in this dimension before! I-I-I don't know what's going on!!" Morty began to hyperventilate. "Morty!! Snap the fuck out of it we're gonna get out of here!" Rick scolded. (Y/n) shot a side glare at Rick. "Hey, Morty..I need you to calm down, okay," she gently grabbed his shoulders, "Morty..! Look at me, okay? We're gonna be okay. Panicking isn't gonna do jack shit. We're gonna go home." Morty looked into her (e/c) eyes, took a deep breath, and gave her a shaky nod. "Let's go."

~time skip~

"you guys aren't gonna fucking believe this." (Y/n)'s tone changing. Rick kept his eyes on where he was driving, but gave a hum of recognition. "I just got an alert on my phone. There was no shooting. It was a false alarm. Apparently someone was dicking around because of the loud fireworks." Rick became frustrated. "There's no actual shooter?!" (Y/n) responded with a small hum and head shake ('no'.). "...oh my fucking god."

gotta love fake shootings!!! At a Comic-Con!!! I was the eyehole man!! :)