Malcontent

by wubbalubbadubdubdirtysanchez

Rick x Unity - Rick's past with unity leading up to Auto Erotic Assimilation. My take on Rick and Unity's time together during Auto Erotic Assimilation and Rick's thoughts during and after. Rated M for sexual content, language and attempted suicide / triggering topics.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Prelude

He was a rogue, an anti-government terrorist at best. Siding neither with the Federation or the Rebellion he and his team of heathen misfits were a bundle of fuck-alls stuck in the middle of a crazy galactic rebellion. The team had split up after their most recent run in with the Galactic Federation and Rick found himself teleporting to a small but established planet just outside of federal jurisdiction.

He was tired, weak, hungry and in desperate need of any mind altering substance he could get his hands on - his stash of alcohol diminished entirely and inebriation long gone with it. His head was drumming, the rhythmic pounding stuck at four beats per step as he stumbled through the portal. His throat burned with thirst, the feeling traveling to dry tongue and cracked lips. His skin was pale - well one could assume, the ashy tone seemed far lighter than usual - and the bags under his heavy-lidded eyes were as dark as the back of his mind, where the things he'd seen were pushed and locked away.

Everything around him was beginning to blur as he languidly shuffled down a surprisingly clean and well kept alley. Dark was beginning to plague the corners of his vision as he pushed further down the aisle, finally reaching the end. He looked out and did his best to survey his surroundings, the buildings lining the main street were neither large nor small, the streets and sidewalks were almost sparkling, and not a soul was to be seen moving beneath the street lights. Rick was fading, the pounding in his head getting louder as his vision blurred further. The gangly and worn down body pressed shoulder first against the cool of brick that made up the side of an unknown building; the gritty substance felt oddly soothing to his cheek. He turned harshly, his back hitting the brick and his already tattered lab coat picking as he slid down the same wall. His tailbone felt the impact of concrete and a subtle groan escaped his lips, brow furrowing and eyes screwing shut in discomfort before the darkness won and his body relaxed into slumber.