pRick slumped down in his black swivel chair closing his eyes. He savored the last few minutes of silence before the bell would ring and the multitude of Mortys would arrive. He could see the next few hours perfectly, all of them would be incessantly yammering about trivial Morty things and Rick would have to clear his throat one too many times to get them all to shut it. He momentarily glanced at the stack of papers marked 'plans for the turds' and suppressed a groan. Scribbled in almost illegible chicken scratch was a long list of activities he'd prepared for his students but... Augh. An hour's long speech about how Mortys should obey their Ricks? Was he drunk when he wrote this (then it occurred to him that yes, yes he was)! How was he supposed to conjure it up out of thin air with a splitting headache? Fuck that, he thought to himself. He would just play an hour's long documentary for them. He could sleep through that. Rick sluggishly got out of his chair and bent down to pull the box packed with movies hidden underneath. He skimmed through them and pulled one out titled 'Founding the Citadel: the greatest achievement since the portal gun'. Rick rolled his eyes at the cheesy title and remembered when he had to watch this during a meeting. The documentary seemed sound at first, but it skimmed over so many details (ones that caused a great deal of controversy) and sugar coated so many unjust laws that it should have been named 'How we want you to THINK we founded this bullshit place so no one questions whether our moral compass is correct ' (of course what would you expect out of Ricks?). Despite that, he'd show it to the turds anyway, most of them would sleep through it and for once he'd let them.

"BBBRING BBBRING," His phone suddenly erupted with noise.

"God damn, the hell do they want," he said before snatching the phone from its base.

"Is this-burp-room 203?" Front Desk (Nicknamed FD) Rick asked.

"Yea, couldn't you have waited until the bell rang? Eh, never mind what do you want?" Rick sat back in his chair aimlessly spinning around on it before abruptly stopping so the phone cord didn't twist in knots. On one hand he could continue spinning until the cord would snap and he'd be free from this conversation, but on the other it would be a temporary fix and the phone bill would come out of his paycheck (and he could barely manage paying his rent as is much less when it's halved).

"We couldn't get a hold of you last night and the department wanted to inform you of a new student joining class," FD said.

"...alright?" Rick shook his head annoyed that they had to interrupt him for something simple like that.

"He's like Slow Rick," FD stated.

"Oh," Is all Rick can muster up to say. He understood why they called, another 'Rick' being in the class needed to be addressed. Still it didn't change anything.

"He was found when a group of trader Ricks stumbled into the ditch he was in. Thought he was dead; apparently had blood all over his shirt- yellow shirt I might add- and appeared unmoving. But as they were going to leave he suddenly sprang up. They took him with but he didn't make a peep. Surgeon said he's still in shock but being in the school might bring him out of his muteness. Him not talking kinda a bit eerie but he definitely is like a Morty, no doubt about it. I met-" FD started to ramble on and Rick half listened.

"Okay, whatever, bye," Rick finally interrupted him slamming the phone down. "Time for a mini nap," Rick rested his head on the desk shutting his eyes.

"RING," Then the first bell rang draining Rick of any hope to get a quick rest. In a few minutes all the Mortys would pour through the doors and he'd have to deal with them for eight hours. He stood up and started to set up the documentary grumbling to himself.

"Oh, geez S-Slick! Y-you really pulled it off?" Rick glanced over seeing the first group of Mortys arriving. Though Rick normally didn't care about the Mortys' little cliques this one always drew his interest. None of them were relatively bad Mortys, albeit unless disturbed no Mortys were really bad, but they had an energy to them. The one nicknamed Slick would get in the most trouble but it was harmless pranks or slight vandalism's. Though another quality that set him apart from the rest beside his rolled up sleeves and 'bad boy' attitude was his numerous previous Ricks.

The rest of the group included Left-hand Morty (other students also called him Fat Morty when he wasn't in ear shot), Specs Morty (or Four-eyes as Rick would call him) and Lizard Morty who accompanied Slick on his misdemeanors and they all seemed to get along.

"Hey, Four-eyes! C-come over here!" Rick called over and after a moment of shock the Morty complied.

"Uh- Yea?" He curiously asked.

"Assignment?" Rick reminded him. He had 'forgotten' yesterday's homework at the dorm. Rick gave him the benefit of the doubt and told him to hand it in in the morning.

"I-uh-oh-ah-geez," Specs gripped his vest and looked down at his feet.

"Where is it this time?" Ricks brow raised and he saw the little turd start to tremble. Oh god, he was gonna cry and Rick really wasn't in the mood. He opened one of his drawers and grabbed yesterday's assignment. "You're lucky I have extras, turd. Next time don't lose it," Rick scolded but he saw the tears start to dry. "After announcements, g-go in the hall and finish it," though as he said it the Morty already scampered off to his friends. "I'm getting soft in my old age...nah I'm just tired of dealing with this," He muttered to himself as he watched more Mortys arrive.

"RING," The second bell rang as most of the Mortys run to their seats in fear of getting a tardy.

"Al-," Rick began his usual morning spiel but one last 'Morty' stepped in. FD wasn't kidding about the eerie part. The 'Morty' roamed in and began to scan the classroom with piercing green eyes. His gaze met every single Morty's in the room until it lands on Rick's. Rick felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and a drop of cold sweat slithered down his face. He was expressionless as he opened his mouth slightly but no sound came out. Rick couldn't help but see the mass amount of dried blood splattered on the bottom of his shirt. Sure, he possibly fell in a ditch but…"Do you need something, um, Morty?" Rick asked, while in the back of his mind he pondered a nickname for the new student. 'Morty' blinked a few times before strolling over to one of the students.

"Aw, g-g-geeze-um-uh," The unsuspecting Morty squirmed in his seat. 'Morty' drew his hand over the desk and tapped it. Rick's shoulders relaxed and he did his best to keep himself from laughing.

"Oh, you n-need a desk and chair," He sighed getting up and strolling over to check the closet for a spare. Wasn't that embarrassing making a big deal out of nothing, Rick thought. This job was gonna be the death of him./p