AN:

I've had this idea for a while in my head, but I wasn't able to come up with a story for it until now. Luckily, my muse found interest in it again.
I hope you'll enjoy.


Three Mortys For Rick – Chapter 1: Crushes and Plagues

Infinite universes and infinite possibilities. That meant that there were endless dimensions out there were practically anything could be possible.
In many of those dimensions lived a Rick and most Ricks had a Morty.
However, the Rick of dimension Y-72 Φ6 didn't have just one grandson, but he had three.
They were triplets going by the names Morris, Morton and Mortimer or just Moe, Mort and Morty.
The only distinguishable features that they had were their differently colored clothes – each always in the favorite color of the respective boy.
Moe would be wearing red, Mort green and Morty yellow.

Now, some people would think that this Rick must be truly blessed to not only get one, but three little assistants, but oh, how wrong they could be…
Other Ricks were wise enough to actually pity this poor sap for having to deal with three little dipshits.

Even the Mortys knew though that living as triplets was not easy. The problem was that most people were never able to tell them apart and confuse them with each other.
That wasn't always a problem, but at other times it was.
Like this morning at school for example.

The triplets were standing at their lockers – which were luckily right next to each other – getting their books for the next class as Moe nudged his brother, Mort, after closing his locker door.
As Mort looked over in confusion, he just nodded his head in the direction where Jessica was standing.
Conveniently alone.

Mort had been waiting for a time when he could ask Jessica if she wanted to go to the Spring Dance with him this year. He knew that she was basically together with Brad, but their relationship had been constantly on-going-off-going so he could at least try to ask her out.
Seeing this as his big chance, he took a deep breath, steeled himself mentally and walked over to her.
His brothers were quietly watching from the lockers, but tried to act as if they weren't.

"H-hey, Jessica." Mort squeak in his shy and pubescent voice.

"Oh. Hello, Moe." She greeted back.

"Ah—O-oh, no. I'm Mort. Mo-Moe is my brother—the one in the r-red t-shirt." He pointed over to said boy, who deliberately rummaged deeper inside his locker as if he wasn't listening in on their conversation. "S-see? I'm wearing green."

"Uh, okay." She just responded nervously, but with a smile to the correction.

"A-anyways, I wanted to ask you if y-you wanted to go to the Spring Dance with m-me?" he asked nervously.

"Oh, sorry, but I'll be going with Brad to the dance." She replied.

"O-oh—u-uh… okay." He could only say awkwardly.

"Yeah, uh… see you later, Morty." She said and then left to hurry to her next class or wherever.

"I-I'm not…" he started, but gave up as she was already outside of hearing range.

It were situations like these where he seriously considered if they really should go through with the idea of dying their hair in different colors to make them more distinguishable. It had been an idea that Moe had, but Morty was the one who said that he wouldn't do it and Mort had been completely undecided about it.

His brother Moe came up from behind and only gave him a pat on the back in sympathy.
Then the boys continued their school day as normally as was usual for them.
He really wished that they weren't born as triplets because even if they all looked the same on the outside, they were different from each other. They weren't the same person with just a different name-tag attached to them.
Unfortunately, no one would see that. Well, no one but one person.

After school was over and the trio headed home, they spent their afternoon as it had become most typical ever since their long lost grandfather had reappeared and moved in with them – they assisted him with his projects in the garage.
No sooner than the boys had entered Rick's self-acclaimed workshop did the scientist already bark out orders without looking up from the project that he was tinkering with at his workbench.

"Moe, hand me the Philips head screwdriver."

Moe didn't wait long and grabbed the tool to bring it over to his grandfather.

"And Mo-ooourrgh-rty, you go and look for my defraculator. It should be in the box on the shelf." He said as he accepted the screwdriver.

Mort ran over to the shelf and began searching in the aforementioned box.

"Mort…" Rick started dryly, still not having looked up from his work.

The boy stopped rummaging and looked at his grandpa "Uh, y-yeah?"

"I said that Morty should look for the defraculator. You go and get me a beer." Rick finished.

"Yeah, o-okay." Mort said and abandoned his search in favor of going to the kitchen and fetching his grandfather the requested beverage.

Morty squeaked and took the free place at the shelf to look for the object in question.

While this went down, Moe had watched the whole exchange in fascination.
Rick was the only person who was able to tell them apart and that without even looking at them.
Even their parents sometimes had trouble and if it weren't for their different colored shirts, they probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart at all.

It was something that the three brothers had tested out and had fun with when they were still very little. Back then, they wore armbands with their names on it so their parents could tell them apart and the boys would swap their armbands and find it funny that neither Jerry nor Beth did notice that they weren't the ones that they thought they were.
He really wondered how Rick was able to do it, but then Moe reminded himself that their grandfather was a genius.

Unfortunately, no one else was and so the boys were still stuck with the problem that people confused them for each other.
It wouldn't have been such a pain if it wouldn't mess up with their love lives so much. Not that they really had much of a love life, but they all had at least one person that they had a crush on and landing with that person wasn't easy when they took you for someone else.

Mort was obviously pining for Jessica what – as far as some constants for Mortys throughout the multiverse went – was pretty much a normal thing. His brothers however were a little more troubled because the person of their interest was a tad bit more complicated.
Moe for example was having a crush on Brad – yes, of all people – and sometimes he was jealous of Mort who would get told off by Brad to not talk to Jessica. Even if that sounded shitty, but he wished that he would even get that much attention from the handsome boy.
The only times the quarter back of their high school team would talk to him was when he thought that he was Mort and told him to stay away from his girl.
There was not a chance that he could even think of ever confessing to Brad.

However, Morty thought that the troubles of his brothers were nothing in comparison to his own.
Their crushes still seemed normal by contrast to the person that he had fallen for. There was no way that he could ever openly confess his feelings – heck, he couldn't even tell his own brothers about it. It would have to be his well-guarded secret that he'll probably take with him to the grave without anyone ever finding out about it.
Or, so he had thought.

It was in the late evening when the boys were lounging around in their shared room as the topic of their love interests came up again.
Even though the room was pretty small, the boys had been living like this for years and were used to it, having to share one closet and cramping together at a large desk.

They slept in a triple sleeper.
Moe was taking the lowest bed and his wall was decorated with sports posters – mostly ones about football.
Mort had the one in the middle and a few posters of scantily clad girls were decorating the space on his wall.
And Morty slept on the bed at the top, his free space being decorated with sci-fi posters – like a Darth Buddha poster, among some others – and a green flag with the words "science" on it.

It was almost ridiculous at this point that they still had to share one single room at their age and Moe had been trying to move out and take the spare room that they had on the first floor.
Unfortunately, the arrival of their grandpa had put those plans to an end as Rick got that room and called it his own now.

So, as they were laying in their beds and Mort lamented over how asking Jessica out today was a complete failure and Moe complained that he wouldn't even be able to ask Brad ever – and not just because he was obviously going with Jessica already – the topic shifted rather suddenly to Morty.

"So, Morty. How's the progress with your crush going?" Moe asked almost teasingly.

"W-what?!" Morty leaned over the edge of the bed to look down at his brother. "What are you talking about? I don't have a crush on anyone. You know that!"

"Oh, come on. That's a big fat lie and you know it." Mort threw in.

"Yeah-" Moe continued. "-it's so obvious that you have a crush on Grandpa Rick."

"No, I don't have a crush on him!" Morty squeaked panicky as if he was scared that Rick – or anyone, for that matter – could hear them.

"Really, Morty. It's so obvious that we're surprised that Rick hadn't said anything yet. I mean what was that today with you spacing out and staring at him while you should look for his tool. There was no way that he hasn't noticed that." Mort stated matter-of-factly.

"Aw man, aw geez…" Morty muttered.

He probably should be glad that his brothers didn't seem to mind too much that he was having incestuous feelings towards their gross grandfather. It was also nice that he didn't have to carry the weight of that secret alone anymore.
He really didn't like to keep anything from his brothers anyways because they were so close and shared practically anything even if that sometimes led to them bickering with each other.

"So… what should I do now?" Morty asked.

"Why don't you tell him?" Mort asked.

Morty was instantly as red as a traffic light. "No way! How-how could I?"

"Why not?" Moe asked back. "You know, he's a pretty open-minded person. He probably won't mind or at least I'm sure he won't get angry at you."

Mort agreed on that. "Yeah. If you don't tell him and he'll make the first move, he'd probably say something like—that you should "get over your planetary mindset" or something like that."

"Even if you say that, he's still my—our grandfather!"

Morty should have known that his brothers' advices would be no good. He'd probably get to hear better ideas from Mortys of other dimensions. Not that he could ever tell one of them about this. He was pretty sure that they would freak out.

"Whatever… Good night." Morty said and pulled the blanket over his head to signal that the conversation was over to him.

Mort and Moe exchanged glances before they also bid their brother a good night and decided to go to sleep, too. Who knew how much they would get, when there was a chance that Rick would burst into the room in the middle of the night and drag them out to another crazy adventure again.


The next morning, as the entire Smith family and one Rick Sanchez were sitting at the table and eating breakfast together, the triplets had to fight to keep their eyes open.
As predicted, their grandfather had disrupted their sleep and dragged them of to another one of his whimsical errand runs.
And as usual it had involved a lot of running, dodging bullets and several near death experiences, but they still made it out alive.

It was when Moe practically fell asleep with his head held up by only one hand over his bowl of half-eaten cereal, Mort laying with his head on both of his folded arms next to his equally half-full bowl, snoring loudly and Morty plopping face first into his cereal that Beth decided to speak up.

"What's wrong with you boys? You're not getting sick, are you?"

"It's pretty unlikely that all three of them are getting sick at once." Jerry threw in skeptically. "To me it looks more like they had been staying up the entire night again."

When he said that, he looked over to Rick, waiting to see some sort of reaction from the old man. However, the scientist only continued to eat his breakfast, ignoring Jerry as if the man wasn't even there.

This made the family father frown and accusingly he added. "I actually think your father kept them up again."

"Oh, Dad. Didn't we say no more adventures in the middle of the night?" Beth put on an upset face, but her voice wasn't quite able to match the expression.

Jerry frowned even more because that soft tone made it sound like she was looking to make excuses for the eccentric old man – again.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but it was a real—something really important. It won't happen again." Rick sweet-talked between bites yet didn't sound sorry at all.

Jerry crossed his arms. "That's what you already said last week. And the week before that."

He wasn't going to believe one more word out of that man's mouth and hoped that Beth would finally start to see through her father's shameless lies, too and put a foot down.
However, before the discussion even got a chance to escalate, Rick quickly excused himself from the table.

"Breakfast was great, Beth. Your mother couldn't have made it better." He gave her a pat on the shoulder as he passed by her on his way to the garage.

"Thank you, Dad." As always, Beth was putty in his hands.

Jerry groaned loudly in defeat. It was just like every other time.
The triplets meanwhile were all snoring loudly in the background.

Eventually the boys made it to school – and surprisingly still on time.
However, as soon as they were in class they fought a losing battle against their tiredness.
The English teacher, Mrs. Tootsie, only shook her head as she saw the triplets in the backrow of her classroom sleeping. It wasn't the first time and instead of interrupting her lecture in favor of waking and reprimanding the boys, she only made a note to report it to principal Vagina again.

Mort, who was sitting at the very back, had his head laying on the table, cushioned by his folded arms.
Moe, who was sitting in front of him, still held his head up with one arm and slept in this upright position and Morty, who sat on Mort's left, held his head up with both hands and looked like he was dangerously close of tipping over and face planting into the top of his desk.
While they were caught in dreams about their respective crushes, they mumbled incoherently, causing some of the students who were sitting right next to them to occasionally look over or giggle.

However, once first period was over and they shuffled sleepily to their lockers to get their textbooks for the next class, their sleep deprivation wasn't going to stay on top of their list of worries for this day for long.
Just as the boys opened the doors of their respective locker, a familiar whooshing sound resonated through the hallway and a green glow entered their visions.

"C'mon boys. We gotta go." Rick's spittle was flying around as he urged the triplets without giving an explanation to what was going on.

Not that an explanation was really needed. It was obvious that he planned to drag the trio off to an adventure again.

"Didn't Mom just tell you "no more adventures"?" Moe asked, crossing his arms skeptically.

Rick blinked at him. "Nope. She only said no more adventures at nighttime. It's in the middle of day so this is apparently okay. Even though I fail to see how the position of the sun in the sky at our current location on this planet is a determining factor for when to go adventuring."

However, it was also true that Rick had been told off to pull the boys out of school for his intergalactic escapades, but as long as no one noticed that he did, everything should be fine.
He did choose to pick them up between and not in the middle of class after all, precisely for this reason. Of course he had memorized the boys' schedule, but was still peeved that he actually had to wait till first period was over before he could come and pick them up.

"But we're having math next period, Rick. We can't miss that." Mort complained.

Of course, Mort wasn't exactly eager for algebra, but Jessica was in their math course so there was no way that he could miss it.

"Yeah and knowing how long your adventures always end up being, I'll probably miss my football practice today, too." Moe threw in.

And he wasn't only bringing up this argument because Brad was at the practice. Even if he wasn't the best at PE, in comparison to his brothers, he was really great at it. Also, he was a pretty good runner even if he never got to play in a real game and could only warm the reserve bench.

As his brothers stared at him, Morty only fidgeted with his fingers, being the only one of the trio that couldn't bring up an argument why they couldn't go with Rick on an adventure.
If anything, he'd probably only try to come up with a reason to spend some more time with their grandfather – for obvious reasons – and therefore only kept his mouth shut.

Rick rolled his eyes. "Who cares about that? I already told you what I think of school. And we'll be back in 30 minutes tops so you won't miss your stupid football practice. You-you'll be even back before your beloved math class is over."

Without waiting for further arguments, Rick shot a portal in front of the row of lockers and dragged Moe and Mort with him through it.
Morty hurried after them, not wanting to be left behind.

They arrived on a strange-looking planet. The sky was an orange-brown and the ground was violet and occasionally covered by a blue patch of grass – or at least something, which looked like this planet's equivalent of plant-life.

Rick released the two boys' arms again as he stepped forward and pulled a device from his lab coat.
It looked like a radar of sorts.

"So, why are we here anyways?" Mort asked, clearly down now.

He was going to miss his chance to see Jessica today. The least that his grandpa could do was explain for what he was missing it.

"We-we're here to find some of those Nooberian Crystals."

"Do we have to smuggle them in our butts again?" Moe asked skeptically and put his hands on his hips.

Rick looked at him as if he seriously just had asked that.

"You-you-you're having a real fixation there, Moe." He only commented before he turned back to his strange device.

Moe opened his mouth to protest, having already inhaled but stood paralyzed and flabbergasted as he realized it. His grandfather did not just do that, did he?
That was just gross! He had practically accused Moe of liking to take things up his ass!
Whether that was actually true or not wasn't even the point right now.

Since Moe was still baffled, his brother, Mort, choose to make a comment. "I bet those crystals are just another drug so that he can get high…"

"They're not Kalaxian Crystals. I said Nooberian Crystals and I'll have you know that they have no kind of effect that would make those crystals desirable as a drug." Rick immediately protested without even turning back to the boy, but instead started to walk in the direction where those crystals presumably were located at. "These crystals aren't really that useful however they have a very special crystalline-structure. That's why Grandpa needs them for his science."

With that explanation, any further arguments had been shot down and died – for now.

The little group made their way through the bizarre landscape, Rick leading the way, barely looking up from his device while the triplets trailed behind him and looked at their surroundings.
It wasn't all too long before they reached a hole in the ground.

"Heads up, dipshits. The crystals are down there." Rick exclaimed as he stopped right in front of the gaping hole.

The boys looked critically down into the pit.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Morty asked reluctantly.

Rick groaned at his grandson's stupidity and rolled his eyes before taking a swig from his flask. "Don't be such a baby, M-oouuurrgh-ty. It's not that deep. We're just gonna climb down."

After he said that, he gave Morty a slap on the back who stumbled and then actually fell down the hole.
His brothers kneeled at the edge of the pit to see if he was okay.

"Ow." Morty only commented dryly as he laid sprawled on the ground.

He surely had some bruises, but it didn't look like he broke anything so with a sigh the boys climbed down the hole, following their grandfather who had already started ahead of them.
The scientist jumped the rest of the way down and Moe followed his example while Mort struggled to make his way safely down to the ground without losing hold and falling the rest of the way. However, just short of reaching safe ground, he did slip and landed on his butt.

Dusting himself off, Mort followed Rick and Moe who had already passed by the still on the floor laying Morty.
Struggling to sit up, the boy in the yellow t-shirt weakly called after them.

"H-hey, wait for me."

Before he scrambled to his feet, he actually caught something leaning against the side of the earthy, purple wall, covered in the shade.
Curiously, he went over to get a closer look at it.
He hummed a little as he tried to analyze the unmoving creature.
It looked humanoid, but seemed to have eyes all over its body. The stillness seemed to be a clear indicator that it was dead, but after the many adventures with his crazy grandfather, Morty was no stranger to death anymore and didn't flip out instantly.

Meanwhile, the scientist and his two teenage assistants walked down the tunnel-like path that lead them deeper and deeper into the underground.
Each of the boys held a glow stick that Rick had given them as it became too dark to see – Moe had one that glowed in a bright pinkish-red color while Mort had one that glowed neon-green – while their grandpa walked ahead of them with an actually normal-looking flashlight in his hand.
Morty hurriedly joined their group and crashed accidentally into his brothers.

"Where the heck have you been, dawg?" Moe asked him in a hushed tone and with a frown on his face.

"Sorry." Morty whispered back as he accepted the glow stick that Mort handed to him.

As he turned it on, it glowed in an orangey-yellow color.
Rick didn't comment on Morty having lagged behind even though they all knew how dangerous it could be to get separated on their adventures.
Keeping up the appearance of not giving a shit about his grandsons, Rick swallowed down the lecture that sat on the tip of his tongue and chased it with some of the liquor from his flask.

The group continued their expedition till they reached a spacious cavern. Its entire ground was covered in glowing turquoise crystals.
All three boys looked with big eyes and in awe down at the beautiful sight.

"What did I say? Here they are! The Nooberian Crystals!" Rick proclaimed loudly and spread his arms out as if he was the first man who made a fire.

"How many of those do you need, Rick?" Morty asked.

"As many as you can fit in here." His grandfather only said as he held out a big brown sack to him.

Morty wordlessly took the bag that was big enough to fit a bunch of kids into it.

"Well, c'mon. Get going, boys. We don't have all day." Rick acted as if he was the one who had appointments to miss and then took another swig from his flask.

The other two brothers joined Morty and each grabbed at the rim of the sack to help holding it open as they started to harvest the glowing crystals.

Mort couldn't suppress a loud groan though. It was pretty obvious that he wouldn't get to see Jessica in their math class today because they had already surpassed the "30 minutes top" on their way here.
It was probably going to take hours before they had gathered enough for their grandfather to be satisfied. Especially, since Rick was just looking around the cave and suckling on his flask, most likely not even thinking about helping his grandsons with collecting those crystals.

The boys began to work like a well-oiled machine. They were perfectly coordinated and had distributed their tasks among each other to be more efficient.
Mort for example would be holding up the bag and try to catch all of the crystals that his brothers flung into it.
Morty was standing practically next to Mort and almost blindly picked up the crystals that were close by to throw them in the vague direction where his green-shirted brother stood.
Moe had wandered off a bit further so as to not hinder Morty and threw his crystals with a practiced motion towards the bag. If he wouldn't have been already doing football practice, he might have considered joining their high school's basketball team.

As Morty crouched over the ground and continued to pluck crystal after crystal, his eyes suddenly landed on a particularly big exemplar.
Thinking that it would speed their harvest up a lot if they just got that one big one, he went over and tried to pick it up.
Unfortunately, this big crystal was a lot harder to "uproot" from the ground than the smaller ones had been. Huffing a little and filled with determination, he put both of his arms around the glowing stone that was almost as big as Morty himself and began to pull with all the strength that he had inside his body.

"Morty, what are you doing?!" Rick suddenly yelled in the same voice that he used when the boy was touching something when he had just told him not to touch anything.

At the voice of their grandfather, the two brothers also looked up and over to the boy in the yellow t-shirt.
Before anything else could be said or done, Morty had managed to pull the big crystal free though.
Not a second later, the ground started to rumble.

'Did I cause this earthquake?!' Morty wondered mentally as he only looked around in a panic while still holding onto the crystal.

What should they do now?
Could they even do anything when the cave was about to collapse?
However, that wasn't even what was going on and the boys only realized it as the ground beneath their feet started to rose upwards and a deafening roar echoed through the cavern.

"Really great, Morty! You woke it up!" Rick yelled. "Run, boys!"

Not really waiting to see if the boys followed his advice, Rick dashed on ahead.
The trio quickly jumped down from the back of the beast, abandoning the collected crystals to follow their grandfather.
Mid-run, Morty actually dared to turn around and look at what he had accidentally awakened from its slumber.

The monster looked a little like a dinosaur and its entire back was covered by the glowing crystals that he and his brothers had been harvesting mere moments ago.
Why hadn't Rick actually told them that those crystals were growing out of the back this alien?
If Morty had known, he would have treated them with more care and wouldn't have tried to force that one big crystal out of it.
However, the crystals weren't even on the boy's mind anymore because the only thing that he could see were rows and rows of razor sharp teeth.

He stumbled a little and finally looked back ahead again, pushing himself more and running even faster than before.
Moe, who was the fastest runner of the trio, had grabbed Mort's arm and pulled him along because he was the slowest of the three brothers.

As they came back to the little clearing from which they had entered into the pit, Rick pulled out his portal gun and opened a portal.
The man and his three teenage grandsons dashed through it and tumbled into the safety of the garage.
Or, at least the boys thought that they were safe. Just as Mort, the last of the trio, passed through, Rick plucked a rather big gun from his workbench. Just in time as the maw of the beast followed them through the portal. Rick aimed and shot at it.
The blast made blood and teeth splattered through the garage and with a loud shriek the alien pulled its muzzle backwards and the portal thankfully closed again.

All three brothers released a breath that they hadn't even realized they had held.
As the boys stood up and looked around, it became quickly obvious to them that they wouldn't return to school today. It was already dark outside…

Suddenly Morty started to scream, causing Rick and his brothers to look at him in shock.
His skin was starting to split open and orbs appeared from the open wounds, but he didn't only feel incredible pain in those areas, but also inside his body. His vision started to become blurry yet he was sure that nothing was wrong with his eyes.
It was somehow extremely weird and he didn't understand what was happening to him.

"Oh great." Rick only groaned. "Good going, Morty. You got yourself infected with the eye plague."

"Wh-wh-what is that?" Morty asked fearfully while his brothers looked with a grimacing and a horrified face at him.

"It causes eyes to grow all over your body and your intestines." Rick explained and paused to take a big gulp from his flask. "The eye plague is incurable and deadly."

"WHAT?!" In shock, Morty slapped his hands on his cheeks and yowled as he jabbed his fingers in some of his newly grown eyes as he did that.

The image of the dead humanoid creature with the countless eyes that he had found inside of the pit appeared in his mind.
Oh no! Why was he such an idiot to touch it and get himself infected by the disease that caused its demise?

His grandpa rolled his eyes. "Chill out, Mo-oouuurrg-ty. It is supposed to be incurable, but there's nothing that I can't cure. Well, with the exception of death…"

The boy sighed a little in relieve, but whimpered again as he felt new pain surging through him. It also became gradually more confusing for him to look at Rick since he was looking through so many eyes right now and it seemed like more continued to grow still as his skin continued to split apart.

"However, it's gonna take a while." The scientist admitted as he turned around to his workbench and fumbled for something. "We'll also have to put you in quarantine now."

With those words, he turned around again, a respirator already covering his face as he strapped on a pair of rubber gloves.

"Aw geez. Quarantine? Really, Rick?" Morty asked, not liking being put in a small, confined space for a longer amount of time. Again. It always made him feel claustrophobic and caused him to have panic attacks every so often.

"Unless you want the rest of humanity to catch the plague, then yes, Morty. In case you failed to notice, this thing is highly contagious. In fact, I'll have to quarantine your brothers, too." Rick said as he opened the hatch to his underground secret, not-so-secret lab.

"What? Why?" Moe and Mort yelled simultaneously.

"Because you turds are always sticking together like a bunch of old chewed out bubblegum under a school desk. You're most likely already contaminated and it's just a question of time when it's gonna break out in you, too."

"H-how long are we going to be quarantined?" Mort asked nervously.

Even if Jessica rejected him, he still wanted to go to the Spring Dance and hopefully get a chance to have at least one dance with her.

"Should be fine in about a week." The scientist shrugged. "Oh and by the way, you should be careful with what you're going to eat as long you have the plague because there's a lot of things that sting like hell if you get it in the eyes."

"Oh man. Aw geez." All three boys said in unison.

The only thing that was different about them were their expressions as they said it.
Moe looked rather annoyed, Mort look disappointed and Morty looked like he was about to freak out.
This was going to be a long week…


AN:

It's not much yet, but this was mostly am introductory chapter to show the triplets and their different personalities and mannerisms a little.