*I don't own Rick and morty or it's characters
I'm currently working on several fics across several Fandoms. This is based off the Tumblr comic of the same name by Left-handed-rick. This is, what I hope to be a lovable parody, though we'll see. Hope you enjoy!
There were days when he wanted to be a villain, other days he was almost a hero, but most of the time he was just Morty Smith; though the plumbus knew better. Morty had been chosen for a reason, out of all the Morty's on the finite curve, it was him. It might have been an accident, like he did look just like any other Morty, except for the funny birthmark on his right butt cheek. So what, it was not like anyone would bother looking at his butt, except for him after falling real bad in some cave. I mean, who would care about all these details anyway?
By night, he was just your average teenage boy, you know? Jumping through portals with his grandpa, and having adventures. By day, well, he was also your average high school kid, crushing on girls that were out of his league, failing math class, and trying to get through a day without the world ending because of his mistakes, but with a secret that not even his Rick knows about.
"Aw jeez, p-p-plumbus power! T-transform!"
In what could be described as a magical girl transformation, the following occurred. Ribbons bloomed forth from the winged plumbus, enveloping his body, his heartbeat matching the rhythm of Home's Resonance. Waves of glitter smacked him in the face, the taste of artificial cherry was on the tongue, soft tresses of fake Blond hair brushed his shoulders, his skin warm against the Miami sun. The snap of spandex awakening his other self. Secretly, this Morty Smith was pop singing sensation Magical Miami Morty. "It's s-s-s-showtime!"
He had been chosen for a reason, and while he had not figured that out yet, he wouldn't abuse this power. "Time to get rich and famous dawg."
The janitor Ricks grumbled as they swept away the piles of glitter. It had been another afternoon of singing covers, and cliche love songs. When he first started, all he wanted to do was run away, but he gave into the passion, and found he loved to perform. Singing and dancing actually made others happy, and while he wished he could sing a couple of his own songs, or do a flesh curtains cover, he was stuck singing whatever tune the computer chose. So, here he was, his latest concert had been a success as usual, and he was just wanted to get home.
However, his fans were not your everyday typical fans.
"MORTY! I made a clone of myself." yelled a Super Fan Rick. On his shoulders, was an adorable, smaller version of himself. "Yeah! I'm Tiny Super Fan Rick!"
Guard Ricks surrounded the teen, threatening to kill anyone on the spot. Of course, he had forbidden it, but then Ricks had their own agenda. Ricks, once you had their love, Morty's became their irrational attachments. Whether or not it applied to him, he usually humored them most of the time. "I-I can see that."
"You're so cool, I wish - wish you could come home with us."
This bit was starting to get old, but Morty winked just the same. "Wow, we-were almost the same height I bet."
"Yeah! So you want to come party with us or what?" Tiny Morty Fan Rick winked.
"Hahaha, sorry babe, but you don't have what it takes to be my Rick, but y-y-you're cute I'll give you that."
It didn't take much, they were Ricks after all. Drunk, high, and the life of the party, to them Miami Morty was just a tool to satisfy sick desires. Still, it was hard to hate them when they told him sweet things like how much they wanted to be his grandpa, or how they could all go to Blips and Chitz, but it was time to go home, and he hated to keep Rick waiting. Morty could spot him anywhere, that hair, those pink, iridescent shades, that smirk which spoke for itself, that fuchsia jacket. He oozed nightlife, impatience, charisma, and he knew it. "You're late," Rick frowned. "w-what took you so long?"
"Ricks man, they're just throwin' themselves at me again."
Tugging on his wrist, Rick scowled, his toothpick threatening to fall out of his mouth. "Come on Mortimer, move it! Forget about sheep Ricks, and lets go! NOW!"
Morty smiled, it was funny watching him get this way. "I'm coming, jeez."
What Rick didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Crowds of adoring Ricks had already swarmed his car, begging to be his grandpa, wanting a kiss or worse. "Oh no, not this again?"
"C-can you do something about them? This is embarrassing, don't make me have to repeat myself."
"Aw jeez, maybe I can give them a taste or-or something."
"Don't."
All he had to do was throw away his lollipop and watch as they scrambled after it, fighting one another for a cherry flavored lie. Thankfully, that kept them busy enough for him to reach his hover limo before things got out of hand."Hahaha, that was a g-g-great performance Zeta 7, though you need to work on your scowl, I almost saw a smile there."
With the removal of his shades, Ricks disguise was deactivated to reveal none other than Rick J19Z7, better known as Doofus Rick. "Gosh, t-t-thank you sir. I've been practicing, though without these glasses I couldn't say half that stuff. They work by taking in what I'm saying and translating it into Rick-speak."
"That's alright Rick, I don't need a play by play."
"Oh, sorry sir."
Teasing, flirting, or charm didn't work on this Rick, and it was for the best. Wiping his arms and neck with a towel, he threw it out the window to distract whoever might have been following them. "No, it's alright, you did a good job. I'm proud of you."
"Thank you sir, I appreciate it."
It had taken him a while to find a Rick he could trust, and it turned out there was only one. "You don't- you don't have to keep calling me sir, I'm still just a Morty."
"Yeah, but most Morty's aren't famous."
"And most Morty's don't boss around a Rick."
"Well, it's nice to change things up, don't you think? It would be nice to see more equality between Rick's and Morty's, but that's not a popular opinion."
There was no use making a big deal out of it, this was Doofus Rick after all. If this were any other Rick, a heated argument would have taken place, leading to misunderstandings, and possible assault. Being as inexperienced as he was, the risk of his secret being revealed….he didn't want to think about it. "Whatever you say Rick. D-did…. do you think we get some ice cream?"
"I a-a-already picked up your favorite sir. It should be in the cooler beside you."
"Thanks."
Sometimes, if there was anyone he wanted to tell, it was him, but to protect him from tuxedo Rick, he had to be strong. Outside his window, Ricks and Morty's were out together, eating, drinking, laughing, or just fighting for who knows what. A Morty dream he would say, would be to go on adventures, become Jessica's boyfriend, and be happy, but could that be his dream too? Or was he the new dream? Was he a role model or a sick man's dream?
Zeta 7 interrupted his thoughts. "Do you - don't you like your ice cream?"
Stirring the spoon around in the melted mess, he sighed. "It's fine I guess, I was just thinking is all. You know, I didn't know you were planning on watching tonight, if I did I might have taken a request."
"Really sir?"
"Sure, why not dawg?"
The older man scratched the back of his head. "There's no need to do that sir, I'm sure your fans wouldn't have cared for it."
This was true, but it didn't stop him from wanting to do something for him. "I saw you in the private booth again. You must be using those backstage passes after all."
"Of course."
"I thought you didn't care for my music Zeta 7, have you been lying to me?"
"No, n-n-not at all. We - we might have different opinions where music is concerned, but I like watching you have fun, and you seem to really enjoy what you're doing. Your fans are happy, you're doing what you love, and that's all that matters."
There were days when he really wanted to yell the truth, but that wouldn't do anything but hurt the Rick he cared for most. "Hmm, well come on babe, it's time-it's time to go home."
Home was not really to his luxury apartment at the Citadel, but being dropped off at the main portal. J19Z7 had offered to see him safely home on many occasions, but he shrugged it off. "I can take care of myself Rick, plus I've been taking self defense classes. Y-y-you're not my grandpa, well you are…but y-you know what I mean."
"Of course, but it can't be helped sir."
"Away jeez, don't be like that man. You're a good guy Zeta 7, I bet-I bet you know how to keep your Morty safe and happy. So, just to show that there's no hard feelings," he smiled warmly as he took a envelope from the inner pocket of his fur coat. "I've decided to give you your bonus early. Go take your grandson out to eat, maybe spend a day at Blips and Chitz or something. He'll love, I know I would."
A peek inside the envelope made Rick gasp. "I c-c-can't accept this much, it's too much."
It hurt him to see how honest this Rick was sometimes. It was this kind thing of behavior that made him vulnerable to be bullied by other Ricks so much. "Take it!" Morty frowned.
There were days when he forgot who he was talking to. And everytime he forgot, and did something like raise his voice, or displayed any sign of aggression, he would watch as Zeta 7 cracked, as though a little part of him died with every insult or unkind action. Morty, he hated this part of his new personality, and he would do all in his power to make up for it. "Please, I-I want you to have it," he softened. "and I won't accept any refusal. Look Rick, you do good work, are always on time, and honest. You're not like the others, trying to sell secrets or photos to the Paparazzi Ricks and Reporter Mortys. If-" he sighed. "if you want, you can tell me what you did w-w-with your bonus next time. I'm sure I'll find it amusing."
"Alright, I can - I-I'll be sure to do you so much."
It didn't take much to cause this Rick to get flustered, but then that added to his charm. He hoped that this Rick would never stop smiling."Bye babe, see you soon."
Someday, perhaps he might be able to tell him.
