He was just one out of infinite Morties. Well, he didn't have a Rick anymore, so that sucked. Apparently, his Rick was out drinking and a gang of aliens thought he called their leader a "glip glop" or something. It didn't matter, either way Rick was shot in the back of the head. It was also apparent that this was a fairly common occurrence considering there were a few dozen Morties in the cramped room with him. Some were bawling their eyes out, some were silently staring into space, and some were giggling and chatting to one another. It was all such a weird situation.
A Morty with blood splattered across his shirt approached him.
"Uhm… Ca-can I suh-sit with you?" He mumbled. Morty nodded, scooting over a bit.
"What happened to your Rick?" Morty asked casually.
"W-well, I shot him. I-I-I don't wanna g-get into that right now…" The blood-covered Morty stuttered.
"Mine was shot, too," Morty sighed.
"W-well, I heard that we-we're going to be auctioned off to a new Rick. O-o-o-or a new Rick will volunteer to-to live with o-our family…" The murderer rambled. Morty nodded. An oh, so familiar voice came over the intercom.
"Any Morties w-without a Rick, plEEEAAAse come down to quadrant 46-B. I repeat, all Morties without a Rick, please come down to quadrant 46-B," the voice sounded bored and a little intoxicated, but none of the Morties minded. It was nice to hear their grandpa's voice again. The crowed of Morties stumbled around the Cidedel of Ricks, all equally confused.
Eventually, they all made it to where they needed to be. A few Ricks with matching uniforms on herded the group to a wall. They stood in an impossibly long line, which led them straight to a gigantic stage. There were huge screens plastered around the stage, and a few camera-like things that pointed to an X on the floor. Morty was the third in line. He could hardly breathe as a Rick appeared on the stage. He hadn't noticed it before, but a huge crowd of Ricks was seated in what seemed like millions of theatre seats.
"Hey, f-fellow RIIIICCkks! W-welcome to the auction!" The Rick on-stage announced happily.
"W-we got some Rickless Morties for sale today…" he continued. A few Ricks whooped, while around a hundred got up and left.
"Up first is W-937," The Rick began approaching the first Morty in line. He grabbed the boy by the arm and guided him on the X.
"Computer, t-take it frOOOOMmm here," the Rick mumbled, leaving the stage. The camera-like things lit up with a blue light, and scanned the Morty briskly. The teen looked around, confusion and fear taking over. Everything from his age to his medical history was displayed on the screens above and around the stage. A few tears ran down his face. Most of the Ricks roared with laughter, relishing in the boy's discomfort. This only made the Morty cry harder, embarrassment ripping at him.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, RICK! I HATE YOU!" He screamed, running in a random direction to try to get away from it all. As he charged forward, an invisible force made him bounce back like he'd hit a wall. A forcefield shielded the Ricks from Morties, and the Morties from Ricks. A Rick in the front was recording the chaos unfold with his iphone, while others held up signs with their dimension number on it.
"Alriiiiight, we got seventeen bids on W-937…" The Rick from earlier announced," Congratulations to F-148 Rick, with a bid of 140,000,000,000 smidgens- damn, really? Anyway, you're Morty will mEEEEet you in the main hall, jus-just look for the yellow portal. Up next is E-142," The Rick stated. The next Morty walked to the X and smiled, waving to the crowd. This Morty had long sleeves and long, flowing hair to match. A few hundred Ricks muttered to each other. He was scanned, and instantly was bought off.
Morty was next. He really didn't want to make a bad impression, but he also didn't want to be something that was bought and sold. It couldn't be helped, however, so he just accepted his fate. He wore the trademark yellow shirt and blue jeans, along with the curly, untamed hair and nervous expression. He wasn't even scanned before a Rick stood up, waving his sign like crazy. This Rick looked pretty normal to Morty, as he didn't have any abnormal growths or anything (that Morty could see, at least).
"Um…Okay. So, looks like G-318 Morty is sold to Rick Sanchez from dimension R-422. Whoop di fuckin' do, AMIRITE?" The stage Rick snickered. The crowed whooped and cheered, tripping the Rick as he left. One guy yelled, "NEEEEERRRRRDDDD!" and threw a weird, alien thing at the poor Rick. If R-422 was literally any other Rick, he would have either dodged it or shot it. This guy didn't do this, and instead squealed and tore at the back of his lab coat. He successfully got the creature off, flipping the other Ricks off as he exited through a portal.