Authorsnotes: hey yo... been a while my bad. anyways here's a bit more for you to chew on while I work on this crazy thing. I write in short chapters if you haven't noticed. Anyway here ya go.
Morty jerks awake when he hears the rough voice shout directly above him. He looks up at a man towering over him with messy blue gray hair that's sticking out in every direction possible, a light blue sweater covered in stains, and a shocked look on his face that's quickly schooled into a frown. The man leans in like he plans on grabbing the boy he smells of the same alcohol his father does and it makes Morty shrink back in fear letting out a whimper and squeezing his eyes closed. "Well aren't you a scared little mouse of a stowaway." The man says almost softly as if to calm him. "Are you going to get out of the box kid or are you going to make me carry you, box in all?" Morty refuses to open his eyes scared that if he does the man will roughly pull him from his safe haven. He hears a sigh and then the light is gone and the box is being picked up with a huff. "Well let's see what Beth makes of this little gift."
Ricks not really sure what to make of this situation more annoyed that he has to put off his search for alcohol to sort it out. He's surprised how light the kid is in the box but now that he thinks about it he looked scrawny as hell. When he looked at the kid curled up in the box wearing ratty jeans, shoes that are falling apart, and a yellow shirt that looks two sizes too large. Shaking the pitiful image from his mind he refuses to let it get to him. Just hand him off to Beth and move on. He ignores the curious glances he gets walking down the hall carrying a large box. Knowing these nosy bastards they probably think it's some new invention or more likely a case of beer. He stops outside a door and carefully puts down the box before loudly knocking. He listens carefully to the shuffling behind the door hoping she's not in some stupid meeting but thankfully it sounds like she's alone.
Beth opens the door and he smirks at her disheveled appearance. Her long blond hair is pulled into a messy ponytail and her normal Jeans with a black band shirt combo are ruffled from her obviously sleeping on the huge couch against the wall of her office. "Been sleeping on the job I see." He says his smirk widens when she blushes. "It's been a long weekend you ass. It takes a lot out of a girl when she has to clean up after her ringmaster getting into a bar fight." She shoots back enjoying how his smirk falters and is replaced by a grimace. "You don't have to clean up after me. I can take care of myself." He deadpans. "Yeah well then do yourself a favor next time and just drink in your cabin." She turns back into her office waving him in. "No fun in that." He says with a huff while haling in a box she didn't notice before. He crosses the room and sits the box gently in front of her desk. The box is about 3ft by 3ft and he seems cautious of it as if unsure of the contents.
Rick has showed her all kinds of crazy stuff over the years that she's pretty used to this kind of behavior but for some reason this time it feels a little off. She carefully makes her way over to stand next to him looking down at the box. "What's this?" she asks but he's already opening it deciding it doesn't really need an introduction like one of the acts. She gasps and drops to her knees next to the box when she sees the boy inside instantly taking in every little movement hoping Rick didn't just bring her a dead kid in a box. There's no way she can cover that up. She gives a sigh of relief when the boy carefully opens his eyes to peek at her before hiding his head again when he sees Rick. "What the fuck?!" she shouts looking at Rick in confusion.
Rick takes her by the arm and gently tugs her away when the boy whimpers. "That's what I said! I found him in that box in the cargo hold. He wouldn't let me touch him or get out of the damn thing to I just brought him to you in it." She narrows her eyes at him. "Why were you in the cargo hold?" he pauses and scratches the back of his neck guilty. "Does that really matter? There's a stowaway?! What are you going to do about him? Do you want me tell the pilot to turn her around and take him home?"
Morty starts at that and before he can stop himself he's up and out of the box. "N-no! can't g-go back!" gathering the attention of the adults. "Not really up to you kid." The angry man from earlier says but the woman next to him seems to be studying Morty. When the man tries to speak again she cuts him off. "No…. let me talk to him for a bit okay?" the man's intense gaze softens when he looks at her and with a nod he's out the door. "Ignore him, little one, he scares everyone." She says softly. For some reason Morty trusts this woman. She reminds him of his mother and while he doesn't really remember her he does remember the feel of her. The feeling of safety. She walks over to him carefully and when he doesn't flinch away she gestures to the couch. He takes a set and watches as she walks behind her desk pulling out a tablet from a drawer and settling into the desk chair.
"Now, I assume since you don't want to go back you must have a plan of some kind." she begins while absentmindedly typing something on the tablet now resting in her lap. "What's the big idea kid? Running off to join the circus? That's not really how it's done now." Morty pulls his knees under his chin and thinks over what to say and decides on the truth. "I I I didn't r-really have a plan…" he says bashfully looking down at his fidgeting hands.
Authorsnote: I'm working on it people I'm a busy person also going on a cruise soon so I'll be away from wifi for a while but I may still find time to write a little we shall see.
As always forever yours,
the unreliable Awkwardyepyep. *bows*