ѕ02/ᴇ02 - ᴍᴏʀᴛʏɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴜɴ

The portal led you to dimension C-137 and you entered the home to see Jerry, Beth and Summer with knives surrounding them. They appeared more savage-like everytime you visited them but you supposed that they had to adapt to their new living conditions. They were the only normal human beings on the planet now as everyone else was now cronenburg.

You had locked the door to your laboratory and then pulled the duffle-bag onto the bed to take some of the money you earned into the pocket of your coat and then you zipped it up with the extra drinks and money inside, stuffing it under the bed in an underground hole that sealed shut after scanning your metallic eye. You left one of the drinks on your bed for you to take with you.

After the hole shut closed, you stood back up from the bed and grabbed the portal gun beside you to slip out to another dimension, taking the flask from the other pocket of your shorts as you twisted the cap open and poured the drink inside, throwing the empty bottle back in your room as you walked through and ended up at the entrance of one of your most favourite places to be - but not for the good reasons that it should've been.

You entered the intergalactic arcade, music bursting around you and people from so many dimensions came to spend money and play games. You walked by, taking another sip of the flask and suddenly, your eyes turned bright green. The objects and aliens in front of you became distorted, coloured in fluro pinks, greens and blue and everything was moving out of shape to float in the air around you causing you to laugh when you steadily found yourself in front of Roy.

Rick sat in the car with Morty in the driving seat, they both heard a knock on the window and Rick sighed when he rolled down the window, he was cautious as to what to do with the assassin awaiting his end of the deal.

"Hey Rick! How's it going man, long time no see!" Krombopulos Michael stood there with his suit on, ready for his mission. He stood by proudly and waved in greeting towards Morty too, "Hey! I'm Krombopulos Michael, I buy weapons from your grandpa to go out and assassinate people, oh, here you go Rick." He proceeded to pass over a bag of flurbos; 3000 to be exact and Rick took it without hesitation, irritated by the information Krombopulos Michael carelessly spilled to his grandson because of the scolding he'd surely receive.

"Wo-okay, man, thi-this is my grandson, alright- here, thank you and goodbye."

"No problem! Here, you can take my card and anytime or anywhere you want someone dead, just call me! I don't even care who or what it is; like a baby, a woman or even an old person! I'll kill 'em! Catchya later, Rick!" He walked away and Morty looked down at the card he'd been given by the gromflomite who had just left and he glared at his grandpa, "An assassin? You sell weapons to assassins!?"

"Oh boy.."

The helmet to play Roy sat on your head and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when the game began and then you found yourself in a small boys body, waking up from bed when your mother came in to check on you. Instead of finding you in the bed though, your mother found the bed empty and the window open.

Roy jumped out of the window and landed on the ground, running away from the suburbs to end up in the forest as you kept going and then you skipped to your teenage years as you found yourself in an alley. Everybody in their had guns and weapons and you walked to someone inside, kicked them down without skipping a beat to clamp your arms around their neck and have them fall asleep.

Roy then grabbed the gun and cocked to the bystanders and left without being caught.

Skip to Roy's twenties and you went to the white house to assassinate the president without being caught, huge protesting and chaos followed but you ended up in the presidential seat now. As the entire government was under your control, you were rich and famous and feared by everyone, Roy was at the top of the food chain.

"Co-come on, Morty! Let's go play Roy, it's my fa-favou-favourite game here!" Rick lead Morty through the arcade and then they caught someone already playing Roy. You had been sitting them with two glowing eyes and no pupils as you played and lead Roy into his fifties when he was in a mansion playing poker with one of the biggest mafia leaders.

Rick watched the screen play and a bunch of other aliens came by to observe the way you played Roy and lead his life, "Ho-Holy fuck.."

"Lo-Look Rick, selling weapons to an a-assassin is just the sa-same as pulling the trigger, you know?" Rick rolled his eyes as he heard his grandson behind him, he turned to him briefly and spoke with a glare, "Yeah, and it's also the same as doing nothing! You're up next, you turd."

He gestured to the game and saw that Roy had been cornered by the same mafia that he was playing poker with, his house was surrounded but instead of being caught, Roy grabbed a detonator from his pocket and ended his life, exploded the building and killed all of his enemies at the age of ninety-four.

Your eyes fell back to reality and you observed the screen with a smirk, "Holy shit, she got Roy to take over the government and exploded himself and killed the people who were coming for him!" You removed the helmet and your eyes continued to glow when you almost fell, you had lost control and fell to the side, two arms crashing into you when they steadied you and you stood again, "S-sorry, Rick.."

He narrowed his eyes in confusion and spoke, "How'd you know my name? Wait, Aren't you the one who was selling the stuff on Planet Squanchy?"

Smiling, you nodded and shoved the helmet on Morty's head as he fumed in anger, "I'd never forget you, Rick, didn't you know?"

Completely out of it, high on the drugs in the drink and seeing distorted rainbows and aliens everywhere around you, you took a step back and glanced around to see what other game you could play.

"H-hey, wait, who a-urp-are you?!" Rick stuttered as he usually did and you weren't paying attention when you noticed someone else with the same eyes as you, a darker green in their eyes when they smiled and laughed at nothing. You approached the alien, he was tall and had a slug-like body and you brought your portal gun out and this caught Rick's attention when he was troubled on whether he should follow you or stay with his grandson.

"Hey, where'd you get the stuff?" The alien looked down at you, poking your arm to see if you were real and spoke, "Flubba gubba neeko glibbo." Rolling your eyes, you shot the portal gun to the alien as it formed inside of you, slicing his body straight in half and then the portal when away, "He-hey! I knew it! That's m-my portal gun!"

"Who the fuck is distributing the stuff without me knowing!"

He stopped, everyone stopped too and their eyes looked between the dead alien as blue blood spilled all over him and yourself and they noticed the dazed look in your eyes, along with the deranged frown when you looked everywhere and noticed more aliens who eyes resembled the dead aliens.

"Tell me who the fuck is making the stuff or else you'll end up like that piece of shit."

Everybody knew what you were referring to, the stuff, was the name given to keep your name and its ingredients out of it so no one knew who sold it or how it was made. There was a red curtain leading to a room in the far edge of the arcade, you entered without hesitation and opened a portal right beside you, slipping half of your body through to grab a gun from another dimension ruled by guns and then came back to fire it at the alien who'd been sitting with a box beside him full of money and more drinks in a the fridge behind him.

"You assholes think you can double-cross me?! I own this shit, I made it and I sell it! I find anyone else selling this stuff beside me then I'll kill all of you!" The aliens reached for their guns but you had already fired at them, splatting their blue blood all over the walls when their bodies smashed into the wall from the force of the shot.

You emerged from the hidden room covered in blood and then you found yourself beside Rick again, who'd been staring like a gobsmacked glipglop until he noticed that Morty had finished playing Roy and he began freaking out when he noticed he wasn't in his carpet store anymore.

"Th-That's my portal gun.. Why do you have it?" The green in your eyes subsided until it disappeared and then your eyes were white, "Oh, I've had this for about twenty years now, Rick." The feeling of knowing something that he didn't, it made you feel good and you wanted to keep it up, you felt like you should continue to keep this paramount information from him but you also knew it was wrong because of the guilt you felt. The guilt that threatened to consume you everyday for the past twenty odd years.

"Ho-How thoug-"

"Rick? Is-Isn't this the same girl from that ot-other planet, Squanch- or something?" The fourteen year old boy looked at up at you in question and Rick felt too confused and not in control of the situation. It was starting to piss him off, "Yes, Morty. It is, why does it seem like you know something I don't?"

"I think every-urp-everyone knows something that someone else doesn't." Morty took a moment to think about it, realising what you had said and understood as Rick immediately answered, "Yeah, that doesn't matter when you're the smartest man in the universe."

He was defiant and stubborn, moving to sit in the chair and placed the Roy helmet on his head as his eyes rolled back to his mind, you smiled and looked at him and Morty caught this, "D-do you know grandpa Rick?"

Nodding, he continued to speak, "Ohh geez, lo-look I'm sorry if-if he uh did something to you, bu-but uhm ple-please don't kill him. I-I mean he probably deserves it bu-but I won't have a ri- wait!"

He stopped and you watched him carefully as he neared you with desperation in his eyes, "Yo-You can help me, ri-right! Can you take me to-to this place! It's an emergency!"

"Uh, what about Rick?"

"Wh-who cares ab-about him, alright? He's the as-asshole selling weapons to assassins!" You couldn't help raising a brow as you didn't particularly see the problem in that but you still you followed as he tugged on your jacket to try and get you to help him, "Alright, alright but behave and don't d-urrrp-do uh, anything stupid."

He was quiet, handing over the card with the location that he was heading for, "You know uh, you re-remind me of Rick a lot with the way-"

"The way what, huh, Morty?"

"Ne-nevermind.." He lead you to the car that he had parked in the parking lot. He opened the car as he left Rick behind and you stepped into the passenger seat as he stared at you, "What? You can drive, right?"

He nodded hesitantly, "Uh yeah, I mean- I-I'm still learning." The blood that had been all over your clothes and face was drying but you found a dirty coat on the floor of the space cruiser to wipe it and then your face was clean again, "Well chop chop then, my time is valuable."

He started the space cruiser and proceeded to fly out of the parking lot and you guided him through space, to the location that Krombopulos Michael was.

"So uh... Why were you uh covered in all that al-alien blood.." He kept his eyes straight out the windshield and you kicked you feet up to rest as you clicked your tongue, "Some assholes thought they could sell my shit. They actually thought that they could make it themselves and distribute it. Morty, anyone who does that, dies."

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