Dimension C137
Garage - face to face with a mad, suicidal, crappy Rick...
"What in the… is happening here?"
The entire moment took an anticlimactic turn as a voice interrupted their little fight. Rikki turned her head slightly towards a dumbfounded Jerry.
"Shit… you left the garage door opened, you dipshit." As she walked towards the button that activated or deactivated the movement of the huge door, she flipped the still stunned Jerry off. "Nothing to see here."
The safety of a pistol being released echoed and she couldn't do anything else but roll her eyes.
"Pathetic little pieces of shit… I just fucking SAVED YOUR ASS!" She yelled at Rick annoyed, her hand gesticulating anemically in the general direction of the broken device on the table.
"More like saved your own! What would stop you now from killing me to get rid of a headache when the effects of the synchronizer die out?"
A groan of exasperation escaped her lips.
"Because I am tired… it's been a long couple of years… soooo… le's just forget about alllll thiiis shiiit… and go to sleep in my case… fuck yourself in the asshole in your case."
"Why are you still annoying me, then? Just fuck off."
"I would… but then you could go 'bye bye' and take an infinite of Ricks with you 'bye bye'… me including sooo… no 'bye bye', bitch, you are stuck with me."
Rick was clearly shaken, a bit too out of it to be trusted with a firearm… this might turn bad… real bad...
Just as she was checking around for anything to retaliate with, Rick's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he went to the ground like a bag of potatoes, ending face first with a 'tud', his body then sliding to the side.
"The shit you've been drinking, Rick… I was actually wondering when it would kick in…"
She lazily walked to his desk and, as 90 % of the Ricks would have, she found his stash of booze in there. After taking a few sips from one of the bottles, the woman gathered the necessary interest to go, grab Rick around his shoulders and pull him through the door towards the kitchen. Hopefully, she'd reach his bedroom without meeting face to face with any of his family members, too bad that as soon as she reached the kitchen she heard a plate cracking. Another groan of irritation escaped her as she dropped Rick to the ground and turned around.
"Heeeelllloooowww… I guess."
At the sink, a stunned version of what looked like her son, who she knew, from the surveillances she'd been making, as Beth, stared at her with a mix of feelings close to panic and exactly at the border of disorientation.
"Yeah… don't mind me, Beth… I am here… to have a li-little talk with your father… if you hear anything slightly out of the ordinary." By this point, she returned to carrying the man towards his room. "Take the kids and go to Canada… "
She sighed in relief just as soon as she closed the door to the small room behind her. She pulled the man onto his cot. She made sure she settled his head in such a way that he doesn't choke on his vomit were for such an event to happen.
What now?
She should go… but what if this douche wakes up and tries that shit again… she could just watch him from her lab… but…
Her eyes fixed on the blueprints and notes scattered along the walls.
Well… she could… she shouldn't… she'd hate if some Rick started fucking with her shit… Wait a minute… THEY ALREADY DID.
If more out of revenge or not, Rikki started searching through the drawers in the room picking up anything remotely looking like something sciencey. She soon found a handful of zip ties… of course, Rick would have like 5 dozens of zip ties.
A smile started growing on her lips. She quickly grabbed all of them throwing them onto the bed next to the man.
It was odd to wake up in his room for once. He somehow expected to be in some run downed bar in some odd corner of the universe, or at least next to the toilet in a pool of his own vomit. It was quite the feat that he managed to get to bed last night were for him to judge by the crippling headache he's feeling.
Attempting to move a little, he realized something was stopping him from the elbow down… also, he couldn't move his legs. Pushing his body up into a sitting position, he managed to see around his limbs the black shiny ties. Are those zip ties along his arms?
Now looking around he could see a small humming shadow by the side of his desk. Was she searching through his shit?
'But then we taste it, we got to have it
We have no control
Where is the love, the kind we dream of
The kind that makes us young'
Hmm… Chaos Chaos… One of their best songs… Wait a minute… that blue hair… that form… those hips… That must be it… huh… that would explain why he was in his bedroom... kind of.
"It's been quite a kinky night, huh? Why are you looking through my stuff?"
"Kinky… you could call it that."
The woman's hand was rummaging deep within his desk, retrieving a strange looking collar from it.
"What, the fuck, are you still here for? Didn't I pay you fully or something? Or did I pay you for more?"
When the woman got closer he managed to take a glimpse of the thing in her hand. It was a dog shock collar.
He can still remember Ruffles or Snuffles barking for the entire day torturing most of the household's members. He's been telling Jerry not to buy that piss ass collar because it's purpose is to shut up bigger dogs… he was forced in the end to change it for smaller intensities and frequencies to shock the white creature, only for its fur to catch fire and for the collar to be discarded for good.
A smile grew on his lips at the sight of the collar.
"I'll take the 'I paid for more', then….Good idea… it didn't strike me 'till now… should prove fun, maybe I'll throw a few more blemflarcks your way."
"What are you talking about?"
He stayed there quite docile, even allowing her room to put the thing on.
Rikki leaned her hand by his body onto the bed, her eyes trying to grab any kind of sign that could clear what the man was talking about.
"Whatcha doin? Why am I s-still in ma clothes?"
Her eyes squinted at the comment… aaaaaand it hit her.
"You think I am some kind of a hooker… maybe a shape shifter of some kind, doncha? Of course, you do…"
With a sigh, she returned to rummaging through his stuff.
"Welll… yeah… hmm… did I pay for role-playing… I usually find that crap but shiiittt… I don't know what I had last night. Wh-whatever… let's get this over with, Rikki. I am getting kinda, you know… hard here."
"You know who I am… "It wasn't a question it was Rikki's realization process finalizing.
"You can stop with the role-playing if you didn't catch my drift here… I thought you'd get what I want by now, I've been hiring your ass for weeks."
"For weeks? I thought…"
Wasn't she supposed to be the only Rikki… shit… even if she wasn't to discover interdimensional travel… that didn't mean some sick Rick couldn't just take her on a trip… "Motherfuckers…"
"What you ta-talking about? Know what… let's just make it a quicky… you lost my interest here."
"Hmm…"
"Why are you still fucking around wi-with my stuff?!
"Because I can."
"You little bitch… untie ME!"
The scream at the end made the light on the collar fire up.
"That was a warning, Rick… I'd keep quiet from this point on in your place."
"Well, you aren't in my FUCKINGGGgggg…"
As soon as the collar released the shock through the small cylindrical metal objects that were poking at the man's neck, Rick straightened almost unnaturally, all of his muscles contracting at once.
While Rick wriggled in pain the woman's body shook from a complete other cause. She actually broke into a hysterical laughter at the image in front of her.
"WHAT YOU'RE LAUGHING AT…" He stopped himself mid-sentence as the light started flickering once again.
"Trust me… from where I am sitting… this is hilarious."
"Fucking bitch."
He screamed whisper towards her as he started wiggling on his spot, desperate to untie himself. His face turned fiery red from the boiling, murderous rage he was nurturing right now towards the woman.
"Found it."
That is when the woman pulled from the desk a small remote.
"Shit."
Her hand also grabbed a small, empty spray bottle, filling it up with the liquid from one of his whiskey bottles. She walked towards him, laying one knee onto the cot, shifting the mattress under her weight. Her hand grabbed his chin but he moved away from her touch, narrowing his glare at her.
"Don't be a bad Rick now." SHE FUCKING SPRAYED HIM LIKE A FUCKING DUMB ANIMAL! "We wouldn't like that."
"Fucking bitch!"
And now her hand raised the small remote in front of his eyes, her thumb gently pressing one of the buttons. His eyes widened as the collar electrocuted him again.
"Agghhhh…"
"Shhh… we don't want that again, now, do we?"
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I am making sure you'll answer my questions… I know you Ricks… you've been a pain in my ass from day one."
"In your ass and anywhere else,baby…." Spray. "STOP THaaa…ugh…" Lights.
She was annoyingly smug over him and he hated it.
"What is this about you knowing other Rikkis?"
"You are insane and quite frankly stupid if you think I'lLAAAAghhhhh!" She pressed the button with quite a lot of satisfaction, indulging herself in the face of the man's inability to play by her rules.
He was already breathing quite hard from the strain on his neck's muscles.
"Damn… I am soooooo going to enjoy skinning you." Spray."JESUSsssAGGGHHHHH!" This time it was the collar shocking him.
He was RAGING like he never did before. He's never been this humiliated in his entire life.
"Now are you going to cooperate?"
… spray…
"FUCKING FINE!" The lights on the collar once again blinked to his horror. "Yeah… duh… there is an entire whore house on the citadel for the Ricks that have that fancy plus some other spots where Rikkis work… at tech especially… you are quite diligent bitches."
"What? Seriously?"
"Yeah… what? Did you think you were like the only woman Rick or some bullshit like that? Infinite dimension… know what I mean?"
"One of you, Ricks captured me… because he was curious of my existence…"
"Well… wait… how did you get here?"
"Portal Gun."
"You are one of a couple of dozens with a portal gun… also that Rick if he didn't know of your existence was a crap Rick. You are like… I don't know… exclusive… only the Rickest Ricks… the council and some other have access to your kind."
What the fuck was she hearing right now?
"By the way… You are going to be hunted like hell… the first female Rick with a portal gun almost destroyed the council… that's why you are all THAT exclusive."
This was it… they went too far!
Getting off Rick's bed she turned her back at him, unwilling to show him the way her thoughts reflected on her face. She started thumbing the small remote in her hands until she started building up a plan in her mind.
"What?! Too much for your little brain?"
She turned around suddenly, murder in her eyes. Raising her right hand with the piece of plastic in it at him she pressed the button there as hard as she could, almost feeling as if her finger could go through the thing.
"AghhhhhhH!" Throwing the small remote onto the man, the woman stuffed her hands into her coat's pockets, leaving the room in quite a rush.
Someone from his family will get him untied and he is too worked out right now to think about suicide anymore… for sure she hasn't made a friend today, knowing Ricks and she was one of them he'll look for her to the ends of the infinite and beyond just to get his revenge… that is what she'd do.
Beth was staying right outside of the room, staring now at the woman.
"Who… who are you?"
"A castrated Rick… by the way… go untie your motherfucking father…." And with that, she pulled her portal gun out of her pocket and left that dimension back for her own.
Dimension F-786Back into her own kitchen.
Back into her own kitchen.
All the lights were out in her old house. It's been quite a while, judging from the time pointed out by the clock on the wall it was 4 AM… so at least a day passed if the two dimensions had a similar timescale.
She walked to one of the bedrooms upstairs, to August's old bedroom more exactly.
Once she crashed over the dusty bed sheets she fell asleep instantly.