Rick and Morty – Race to Rick Mountain
Disclaimer: I do not own "Rick and Morty"
(This is my first story, I'm a huge fan of Rick and Morty and with the wait for season 3 I have been inspired to do my own take on the show. With the infinite realities there are infinite possibilities for mixing things up and have it still make sense within the cannon. Criticism is welcome, I'd love to finish this story and maybe do more)
Chapter 1 – Ricks and stones may break my bones but Jerry is an idiot
Rick's eyelids slid open as he lifted his head off of his work station, he had passed out drunk in the garage for the hundredth time. A small puddle of drool covered some papers that he had been scribbling equations on. He tried to make out his drunken writing before he quickly whipped up a cure for his hangover with some strange orange powder and a test tube full of a light blue liquid. He mixed them into a small cup and sipped it, shaking his head in disgust at the flavor. When he finally realized that the math made no sense he crumbled up the paper and tossed it into the trash bin. The door opened and Morty hesitantly stepped into the garage.
"Hey Rick, you've been asleep all day ya' know?" Morty said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, he was always on his toes in fear of Rick lashing out with some belittling insult.
"Wha- Really? What time is it?" Rick asked as he rubbed his head and sipped on the disgusting hangover medicine.
"It's six in the afternoon, mom said dinner will be ready in a half hour." Morty said and then he turned around to go back inside.
"Wait Morty.. I need you to - I need your help with something." Rick mumbled, always speaking in jumbled sentences and burps.
"but mom said dinner-" Morty started to say as Rick interrupted him.
"Morty" Rick said as he kneeled down and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Morty.. I was out all night and I need you to come with me to dimension H-593. We have to meet with some contacts of mine so I can give them something."
"Aw geez Rick, you know I'm grounded. I've never even heard of dimension H-whatever. You're not building a bomb to sell to some alien terrorist cult so they can blow up a planet, are you?" Morty asked, he was well aware of his grandpa's sketchy activity.
"What?" Rick asked, slightly agitated. "Of course not Morty, religious terrorists are the hardest to deal with. I prefer robot terrorists; they have no time for gods and they mostly just want to see the death of all organic life." Rick says then finishes his medicine.
"Rick!" Morty acts a bit surprised, obviously offended at his grandpa's disregard for life.
"Forget about that Morty, I'm not selling a weapon to terrorists. This will only take a sec, let's – uuuurrrppp – let's do this!" Rick says with an encouraging tone. "You're my little dude, c'mon!"
Morty had half smile on his face, he always liked it when Rick at least acted like he cared about him. "Okay, but if mom gets pissed it's on you."
"Yeah, yeah" Rick says as he takes out his portal gun and opens a swirling green circle in the garage.
The two of them step through the portal into dimension H-592, Morty never knew what to expect on the other side. The portal led them to a dumpster against the back of a building and it quickly vanished behind them as they entered this new reality. Morty looked up at a McDonalds that they were standing next to.
"Wow Rick, this doesn't look that different. McDonalds? I was expecting something.. I dunno.. alien?" he asked curiously.
"It's actually McDaniels in this universe, Morty. Their mascot is just regular guy instead of a clown. This reality is serious; no bullshit Morty. The commercials are reeeally boring though, and sometimes there are anit-jewish undertones in their television shows. The multiverse is a weird thing, Morty. This is just a discrete pla-aaaa-ace where I come to meet my contacts." Rick explains before reaching into his lab coat to grab his flask and take a sip.
"This reality sounds pretty lame, Rick." Morty says as they walk to the entrance.
"Don't look at me, I didn't pick it. This universe had Adam Sandler as president, Morty. It sounds bad but he actually did a great job and served two terms. He even had this whole thing where he overcame the anit-semetic stuff in this reality to become the first jewish president." Rick explains even more about dimension H-592 before he guzzles down more alcohol from his flask, leaving some green liquid dripping from his lower lip.
Morty's boredom quickly changed to confusion when he saw another version of him and Rick eating inside the restaurant.