Dimension C-234
Rick C-234's crappy cellar
She's been locked in that shit basement for a week now… She's simply too weak to even attempt standing up straight… despite her infinite pride, her shoulder's long since hunched, her head long since found residency above her bosom, her body said fuck no I am shutting down and that's what it did… this was just pathetic of her but… The worst thing that she's experience is the fact that she's going through the worst kind of withdrawal, even that time on Bird World wasn't this crappy…
Talking about crap… that imbecile hasn't stepped into this place since he's locked her in here… she's managed not to shit her pants but anything else it's been fair game… let him clean up… From piss to polls of barf… everything was along her abdomen, between her legs, flowing and slowly dripping from her toes to the floor. A mixture of overpower miasma filled the dark chamber that simply invited some more stomach acid to come into play at times.
Finally, a small tendril of light followed a loud unlocking sound as the hatch above her head opened slightly letting in a dark shadow. She knew perfectly who it was and the lights that instantly filled with a blinding intensity only proved her right.
"Oh Jeeze… couldn't you hobuuurpld it in, Christ…"
She still had enough energy in her to raise the middle finger from one of her tied up hands in an all too familiar gesture.
"You wish, bitch. Now... are you ready to speak?"
Finally she could actually see something. Her head rose, her greasy, disgusting blue hair sticking to her sweaty skin as she laid her eyes on her spit image… with a penis.
"Fuck me, Rick."
The man chuckled.
"I do like the fact that you are still going on with this charade." His hand grabbed her hair, pulling her face at eyelevel with him so close that she could smell his alcohol tinged breath. "Who created you? Which one of them wants me this bad?! WHICH ONE OF THEM CRACKED THE CLONING TECHNIQUE?"
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I am… I AM FROM A DIMENSION IN WHICH MY FUCKING BALLS DIDN'T SAY I AM GOING TO SIT BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND MAKE HIM SIT ON ME IN PAIN Every fucking day!… FUCK YOU."
A ball of spit and stomach acid left her lips, sticking perfectly between Rick's eyes to her delight.
He just made a disgusted expression before sending a flying knee to the woman's stomach.
"How stupid do you think I am?" She was gagging for air, the constraints around her wrists and ankles stopping her from curling into a ball.
Rick grabbed his flask taking a long sip from it.
"You want some? I can see you shacking like a fucking… something that sha-shakes like hell… Even the alcoholism was quite a detail hard tobuuup… add."
"Unbelievable…"
"Exactly… You are te-telling me you are the only female Rick… if there are any… that cracked the dimension traversing technology from an infinity of other female dimension me that might or not exist. That is Rickdiculous."
"Is it that strange? Of all the things we both have seen… is it THAT STRANGE!?"
Rick squint his eyes at her, that same action perfectly mirrored by her.
"Thi-this is… ugh… frustrating… you're frustrbuuurpating me!"
"Imbecile."
"Takes one to know one."
"Yup…"
Another swig from his flask.
"You know what… I have an easier method."
He left her, but before she could even reach her old slouched pose he punched her in the guts, a scream emanating from her lips as her eyes almost seemed to pop from her head.
She was still gasping for air, her hands puling at her constraints in an attempt to make a more comforting and protective pose for her abdomen. Rick returned, though she didn't even realize he was gone, with a pair of strange looking… shit… neuronal transmitters… shit shit no!
She tried to struggle as the man grabbed her head to position the devises.
"No-nooo… MOTHER fucker."
Everything was in vain as the man managed to slip them to her scalp, returning to a small screen. Pressing a few buttons a series of images started appearing on the screen.
"Huh… you are actually a Rick with a vagina… I just lost a bet with a few Ricks…"
He was looking at her memories… NOOOO! Anything but that! That was… NOOOO.
"Huh… dropped out of college… ok… so far sso similar… Oh my… Oh Jeeze… It's… with a-a dong… Ugh… skip skip SKIP!"
From this point on Rikki turned furiously red with embarrassment, she's literally pissed herself in front of this man but having him looking at her past was just cathartic… the worst part is to follow.
"Oh… I see that the shit went down faster in your dimension with Bird World… "
From this point on she couldn't look anymore… she was thankful that Rick stayed silent… he watched everything, occasionally taking a few sips of alcohol from his metal flask.
"Huh… got yourself knocked up and didn't even know... Duuuumb."
"It was war… burned corpses and nausea go together… no alcohol…and…da-damn IT!"
One of Rick's eyebrows twisted up as he looked at the dejected female version of himself. Another thing they shared… not the getting knocked up part… the crap fest of a past that they had part. Could this truly be real? He's been nick picking at her portal gun since he got his hands on it… it is a strange design. He's too prideful to say that maybe better than his but for sure it is better than most Rick's adorn their coats with.
He started laughing at loud when he saw… his ex wife as a him faint on the screen.
"Huh… why did you return?"
"Had to leave the kid with someone… he was as best as the next guy…"
"Is it his at least?'
"I don't know… I never cared."
"Judging from the fact that he looks an awful lot like a male version of my late wife… I'd say that… the chances are high."
"I don't give a crap."
Rick started skipping the boring parts of her memories… but one thing didn't go as it should have.
"Wait… what about the wave patters that the feds kept on finding me by bef-before Motbuurpty."
Suddenly Squanchy… or a strange purplish Squanchy appeared on the screen and the woman's voice filled the silence of the room.
"Aree you fucking sure these will work, Sqenchee?"
"I can't believe your Squanch! How many squanching time did I not deliver, Rikki Sanchez?"
"Fine Sqenchee…Gimme those."
Rikki from the screen stared emotionless at the bottle she got from the furry creature.
"Shit, dawg…I could never do that… neuronal inhibitors… ingenious… but you literally retarded yourself."
"I didn't have a choice."
She was numb by this point…
Rick shook his head in disagreement before taking another swig from his flask.
"Soooo… "
"Untie me, Rick, or I swear I am going to rip your ba-balls and stuff them up your ass until they become ovaries!"
"Oh… with the threats! And how are you going to do that?"
The woman smiled widely and toothy.
"Tell me… Ovaries or are you going to let me go?"
Rick started laughing out loud… what the fuck could she do?! She was subjected to his wimp!
"I will take my chances and keep you here until I feel like doing something else."
"Ovaries… shall be."
The screen suddenly changed images.
"Bu-but, Rikki…"
"Now that you are here, Marny… and ready to come with grandma Rikki… I really need your help."
The 7 or 8 years old little girl was staring up at the woman, her hands shuffling by the blue skirt she was wearing, occasionally pulling at the sleeves of her simple yellow shirt.
"I don't know if I ca-can… "
"Ohh… Jeeze… what are you? A little bitch that can't do something as easy as keeping this God damn door closed?!"
"I-i…"
"Come on… don't fucking open it for a week it's that easy… ooo-or I am going to… kill you."
The next images that followed were of the woman's painstaking effort as she went through withdrawal… at one point a tall blond man broke through the door.
"FUCK OFF, BERT! MARNY You LI-LITTLE SHIT! I TOLD YOU TO KEEP THAT THE DOOR CLOSED."
A woman appeared behind the man, her fingers clenching over his shouders.
"See I TOLD YOU, Bert… Your Mother is fucking NUT!"
"Dammit, Jessy! Shut up… I can't believe you'd do this, mom! She's barely 9 years old!"
"I can fucking do whatever I fucking want."
Rikki pushed pass her son, but the man grabbed her hand tightly halting her.
"You could had asked, August… or, or…"
"Your fucking stupid son can't do shit bu-but whine about the size of his junk… "
"Oh-My-God, Bert… are you hearing what I am hearing…She's crazy… she's beyond any reasoning."
"Takes one to know one, biatch."
"MOM!"
"Mom –dad?!"
"Marny stay out of this." Jessy simply responded. "You are obviously too small to understand what is happening here. You don't have the mental capabilities."
"Oh-oh… if we take in to account mental capabilities here, you-you should Fuck OFF…."
Suddenly the woman's eyes fell right on the table next to them. She jumped at it grabbing the bottle of pills there and gulping in whatever was in it… like 5 or 6 of the stuff.
"See! She is a fucking addict that should be taken to rehab or something."
"Alright Alright… so not only that you retarded yourself… but you used that shit so much you became an addict… Man! Oh… and they actually took you to rehab… Jerry never achieved such a feat."
"You know how it is… penis takes away b-brain power."
"Fuck you."
The restraints that kept Rikki tied all opened at once making the woman crash to the ground. She wasn't able to get up, she simply laid there in a ball, on her knees, laughing.
"What the fuck!"
"Bitch… it's my turn now."
Suddenly from the ceiling three soccer ball sized drones came crashing in. Rick had to move away from the falling debris, but he managed to reach the guns laid across one of the walls. Grabbing one of them he started shooting towards the drones, but the lasers coming from it were simply reflected back at him by the floaty things.
"What the fuck?!"
"As I said… your balls… will be your ovaries."
The woman still wasn't able to sit up, but one of the drones came next to her quickly stabbing her hand with a small needle.
"Yeah bitch… that's the stuff."
Her eyes turned slightly blue as she got to her feet, making a go for the ladder.
"Not so fast!"
Rick started shooting at her, but the drones kept on interfering.
"Fucking, bitch! You are not escaping me so easily."
But as irony would have it, as he tried to jump her he slipped over the filthy puddle of her making. Peeking her head through the opened hatch she started laughing at the disgusted man.
"Next time make sure you strip me of everything. My bra has vital signals checker which as soon as I feel like a fart send the drones through a fucking portal in any dimension to assist me! When you opened the hatch the structure of this piss of a place had a hole big enough for the signal to be sent , BIATCH!" And with that the hatch was closed.
Darkness didn't fill up the chamber… because three huge holes let quite some sunlight come in, together with the bluish glow a freshly opened portal would make.
"God damn… motherfucking… good for nothing… AGHHH!"
As soon as she laid her eyes around her familiar garage… Rikki fainted.
She wasn't allowed in here… she hasn't been allowed back here since that day… around 8 years ago… somehow her garage was left untouched besides the car parked in there… every shit she left behind was dusty but at least untouched.
She came back after a couple of hours. Her three drones were still floating around.
"Mom… could you turn those things off."
"Oh, Bert… how are you sweetie? I've been good… tortured… I almost died… but I've been clean for a week… can I stay for a while?"
"The drones, mom."
"Oh sure… " The woman grabbed the laces keeping her bra on her, untying them sloppily. As soon as the material left her wrinkly skin the drones left through three small green portals.
Bert shook his head as he entered.
"Mom."
"I just need to crash here… for a while."
He slid one hand under her knees and another around her shoulder, picking her up bridal style.
"You haven't changed one bit."
"I am sorry to-to disappoint you… but I don't think I ever will."
"Mom… for your age… this entire thing is just creepy."
The woman just started laughing.
"Don't give me that shit…" By this point they had reached the bathroom, Bert leaving her on the toilet sit. "I stink that bad?"
"Kind of…"
"That is what a week of being tied to a wall gives you , son… it's not healthy I am telling you… do you have some booze left somewhere?"
"Mom! You have to stop... with all of this!" He started waving his arms emphasizing her.
"With what? Living?! This is who I am you little fuck!"
"It's fucking creepy!"
"So what?! Those old woman that let their skin dangle from them… tha-that are all gross are better? Or as long as they cook and fuck their husbands it's all non creepy and perfect… huh?… well, I don't give a damn!"
The woman turned around quickly, pulling the toilet seat up to throw up.
"What am I still barfing for fucks sake!? I haven't eaten in a week."
"How are you still alive?"
"Job requirements… and a lot of shit done to my body in the last couple of years. How the fuck do you think I still look like I look?"
He always wondered how could his 60 years old mother look like she's at most 40, but Bert figured she's just working out like Madonna or some shit like that.
"Mom…"
"Just fuck off… you send me flying to that rehab… I will just wash a little and be out of your hairs… I know when I am not desired."
"Mom…"
"JUST FUCK OFF."
The boy kneel next to her, his hands grabbing her midsection in a hug.
"I've been looking for you like hell… I missed you… you can stay as much as you want."
"Say what?"
"I divorced Jess… you were fucking right, as always…I…Please remain…"
Her eyes widen, and a few tears started leaking from her eyes. Bert smiled gently.
"I am so happy that I would cry too."
"Crying…Shit… it's fading away…"
"What?'
"Kalaxian Crystals, Bert… a strong high and quite a nice… bu-uut… out… fast… exhausted… leaky eyes… keep me hydrated… die…"
The woman fainted in the man's arms... Of course she'd be high.
He smiled weakly as he took her under the shower. It didn't matter, as long as she was back… nothing mattered.
That's what Bert thought… if he'd only knew that she's back for the simple fact that that crap shoot of a Rick council is surely ransacking her normal hideout, from where Rick C-234 took her to begin with… and that they'd surely get here quite soon…