Note: Yo! I've been messing around with this ever since I saw something about a Circus AU. I've got a good bit written but I'm just gonna start with this for now while I tinker with what I got. In this instance no one is related, Beth is an artistic director for the circus, Rick is a ring master, and Mortys a twelve year old stowaway. May add in a few more of the characters soon. The circus pretty much runs out of a huge ship that doubles as the home for all the entertainers pretty neato basically docks wherever and parties. Rick doesn't stutter or stammer in this because I just kinda wrote it that way but I guess it wouldn't really go well with his job anyways. also I guess that Beth isn't super in character but I'm not sure. Morty is pretty much little ol' Morty.

as usual with my work I don't really have anyone look over it and I'm lazy so if its fucky well, I'll fix what I can.

warning mentions of abuse.


Morty Smith has no idea what he's doing. Not anything new for him to be sure but this time it may have gotten out of hand. Jumping into a random box of props outside of a circus ship has to be one of the stupidest decisions he has ever made. Even worse than the time he tried to sneak out of the house to get food and his father caught him. He flinches at the memory. Not remembering much of what happened after his father had grabbed his arm, his breath thick with the stench of alcohol, face twisted in rage, and then just pain. Maybe this is for the best, he thinks, anything this leads to could be better than going back to that house. Since his mother died when he was young and his sister, who he barely remembers, left as soon as she was old enough it's always been just him and his abusive, drunk father. Being only 12 and with no other real option running off with a circus is probably a pretty logical choice. Isn't that how it works?

They had moved the box into what he guesses is the cargo hold hours ago but he's still too scared to do anything more than peek out of the box. The room is full of junk to be sure but some of it seems interesting. There's old trampolines and tiny cars its almost tempting enough for him to crawl out but his fear still over powers his curiosity. He learned a long time ago that somethings just aren't worth the risk. What if his father followed him? What if he saw him jump into this box and is out there waiting for him to make a move? Just waiting for the opportunity to jump him? No Morty cant risk it. He decides he's going to wait here until he can be certain there's no way his alcoholic father could be out there. Shouldn't be long right? If he was out there he would soon tire of the game and stumble out shouting for Morty to show himself before he sobers up.

Yes, Morty plans to stay here just a little longer just in case. Just in case he thinks as he's nodding off to sleep.

Rick carefully makes his way to the cargo hold. If someone comes snooping on him and finds his stash he's going to be in hot water with Beth. Not that he cares of course she has no hold over him… he just doesn't want to have to deal with her yelling about illegal contraband and how he needs to just stop drinking that shit and focus on his job. It's a bonus if he doesn't have to see the disappointment on her face. He's a grown man he can do whatever the fuck he wants and if that means sneaking highly illegal booze from the human settlement ship they just disembarked from well then that's what that fucking means. Making it to the door marked 'storage' he takes a quick second to check down the hallways before ducking in and shutting the door behind him quietly. "Jesus we should scrap most of this shit… then there would be more room for booze" he whispers to himself with a snicker while making his way around piles of old rigging and what looks like an old rusted unicycle. "Shit. Which box did he say it was in again?" growling in aggravation he starts to open all the boxes he finds. "That's a box of red noses. Those giggling assholes must really go through those." Tossing it to the side he rips the top off another box only to stop in shock at what he finds.

"What the fuck?!"


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