*Disclaimer: Scenes 1-3 will contain dialogue from the actual script of Rick and Morty. The only creativity I involve within those scenes is by giving actions that are slightly based on the animated series and internal dialogue.

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Scene 1: Rick is participating in karaoke, while Morty, who is having second thoughts about his bet, is washing up in the restroom.

Morty washing hands in Restroom:

[Morty's POV]

"I'm Mr. jelly bean." I turned to my side. A giant blue creature... Tall and old looking.

I responded, "Hi, Mr. jelly bean. I'm Morty. My grandpa and I are on an adventure." It was always my duty to respond in a polite manner...unlike Rick.

"Nice. Is it a fun adventure? I hope so." I smiled. Was Rick using this bet to slowly humiliate me? Maybe Mr. Jelly Bean was the perfect person to confide in.

"I uh- I'm starting to get nervous that maybe it's gone a little too far off the rails." Or was I just being too weak? I grabbed a paper towel.

"Isn't that what adventures do?" The man offered sweet advice. I smiled.

"Hey, you know what? You're right. Everything's going fine. I just got to relax and go with the flow." I threw the paper towel in the trash. I stood up, only to feel the hands of this blue creature. Thick, yet slender fingers. A gentle touch.

"Yeah." He whispered seductively. I shuddered. He slowly began to massage.

"Okay. Uh. B-bye." I backed away from the unwanted touch. Where is Rick?

"Uhh, no, stay. Go with the flow." He walked forward with such ease and with shock and force, I was slammed forward against the sink.

"Stop. You're making me really uncomfortable." His bulge was twitching and rubbing up against me.

"Stop fighting me. Just let this happen." I pushed him off.

"Get off of me!" Oh god Rick, please help me.

"Sweet home Alabama! Whoo!" Rick was still singing. The loud noise was blocking out the screams for help. I was falling deeper and deeper.

"No! Stop! Please!" I was still a virgin, and the thought of having it taken away by some vile alien made me want to vomit. I was slowly getting weaker.

He bent be over, reaching to grab down my pants, "Stop being such a tease, you sweet little-"

"No! No!" I had to stand up for myself! I couldn't let Rick think I was weak! I punched and punched until a bright blue blood spattered across the room. Artwork of my survival. A reminder of my innocence being slowly taken away. What I wanted most was Rick... and a portal gun to get the hell out of here.