ѕ02/ᴇ01 - ᴀ ʀιᴄĸʟᴇ ιɴ тιмᴇ

There was a bar on a planet called Squanchers where they had a drink. It wasn't an amazing drink, it was only mediocre but it held potential and it almost got you arrested when the bar owners thought you were going to buy the drink to sell it individually. Planet Squanch wasn't a strict planet and you enjoyed it because of it's bright atmosphere and it's uneven buildings that brought you an odd sense of comfort.

Squanchy often met you here to have a drink and only he knew that you were stealing the drink, he wasn't sure why and you wouldn't tell him so he didn't bother. He just wanted to get shit-faced drunk and relax with his best friend.

The drink was called Squanchk, you had to really emphasise the 'k' sound at the end of the word so that they understood you when you said it. It pissed you off but normally when you got to Planet Squanch, Squanchy already knew what you wanted. You always left with a couple of bottles of it and came back with two empty hands. He only agreed to let you do what you wanted as long as he as in on it when the task was completed.

When you were away from Planet Squanch, you went to Gear World where you had met up with Revolio Clockberg Jr. again. You hated the guy, he was so fucking irritating and he consistently believed that he had to remind you about what had happened in the gear wars. In return, you just called him 'Gearhead' - which was really a racist slur in his language but hey, it wasn't your planet and you didn't give a shit.

"Oh, [Name], You're back. I was just fixing this car with my engineering, would you like me to take a look at yours?"

He turned his body to face you when the portal opened and you walked through, "Are you stupid? I just came through a portal, Gearhead."

His gears turned, "Okay, calling me Gearhead is like calling a Chinese person Asia face." You rolled your eyes at him and walked away from his repair shop. You walked passed the gear-people and ended up in an alley where gear rats ran past you and you noticed some gear-people with sketchy appearances who handed each other bolts for oil as they watched you cautiously. You kept walking and then a came to a stop in front of a rusted door.

You knocked three times, a second apart and then it opened and another gear-person allowed you to enter. The place was dark and small, a narrow hallway which led to a room that was square. There was a table in the middle and three gear-men sat around it playing gear-poker.

"[Name], you want to play or are you here for the stuff?" They all stopped to look at you and you scoffed at the gear-mans offer, "Last time I played, you all lost your gear-money. Yo-You all remember that or should I rem-urrp-remind you? I had to go to freakin' Blips and Chitz though so that was pretty cool. I heard they're gonna update Roy.. I love that fucking game."

"Alright, we get it, just get the stuff and get out of here. You're making Orbitile nervous." Chuckling, you lifted the blanket that covered the table and grabbed the duffle-bag underneath it.

When standing again, you looked at Orbitile when he averted your gaze and you fake-charged at him and he flinched, knocking the entire table as the bolts fell to the floor, you laughed out loud and walked out, "Ahh~ I love doing that! Orbitile, keep it up!"

Soon after exiting the small alley, you opened a portal and the green swirled enveloped you as you now found yourself at an intergalactic pawnshop. There were so many pieces of shit here and the alien behind the counter was huge, light brown skin with yellow eyes and two horizontally-shaped pupil's that were orange. He had a monobrow too and a mullet and once his eyes landed on the green portal before him, he sighed at the thought of two possible insane scientists entering.

Without wasting a moment, you entered with the duffle-bag hooked around your shoulder and looked around the counter tops to find the coprocesserlyser that was also needed for to take back to C-137. The man at the counter watched you with his hands crossed and you stopped at a woman-robot device, "I wasn't aware that you sold sex dolls in here, I bet it isn't even clean."

The alien glared at you, his arms crossed and you searched around more, "You got a coprocesserlyser or what, man?"

"Man? I'm not from the dirt planet called, 'Earth,' I've got the coprocesserlyser 2000 and the 3500 edition, which one are you after?"

"The cheapest on-" He raised a brow and waited when you heard a beeping. Your face dropped and your breath was caught in your throat. You didn't understand what was happening but you had to leave.

"Hurry up! Just get me the 2000 and your newest plumbus." You rushed, grabbing sixty-five smidgens from your bag as you clammed in on the table. He grabbed what you need, taking his god damned time in getting the plumbus but you couldn't wait and when he turned back to the counter to had it over, the coprocesserlyser was gone and so were you when he got a glimpse of your green portal hole disappearing.

Through the portal, you ended up in dimension C-137 and you ran to the Smith's residence as the door was slammed open by your leg, the duffle-bag was heavy but you kept going, the drinks and the bags inside stayed in place as you held the coprocesserlyser while Jerry watched you with two wide eyes, "Oh [Name]! Have you found er, Rick and Morty yet?"

Beth appeared as well, her clothing as filthy and teared up as her pathetic husbands, "Oh shut up already, we all know you're happier than a gromflomite getting their hands on the secret of interdimensional travel now that Rick and Morty aren't around. They left you, all three of you because they ruined this dimension and couldn't save it. It was for Rick's convenience and now you're stuck here, alright?"

Summer teared up but you sighed and walked past, going up the stairs of the home to enter Mortys room that had now been transformed into a laboratory. You shuffled to your desk, placed the things down and opened the monitor on the table which had been linked to Rick's location. He was non-existent.

"What the fuck, Rick!"

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