I screamed and flailed my arms about as I was, yet again, free falling into the unknown. Tucking my feet underneath me, sharp pain shot up my legs and my body instinctively rolled as I landed on, yet another, hard surface. I rolled over to look up above me, muttering under my breath. "Fucking ass, shit, motherfucking…bullshit."

There were…colossal letters and numbers up in the sky and the second I read it, I shot to my feet, eyes wide in amazement.

1619—Thursday, January 29

"Holy shit!"

Familiar symbols floated close around them like stars. I saw a lock and an arrow circle around it. Portrait lock.

There were five circles, but three of the five were solid. Signal strength.

There was a rectangular outline, a small portion of it filled with a percentage next to it.

Battery life, I deciphered. 20%

"Wait, 20%? I'm positive it was at least 90 before I-I was teleported in here."

Rick groaned as he finished taking a sip from his flask and he put it away in his lab coat, getting up to his feet. "Okay well one, it's not technically not teleportaEEUUation. Two, I had to charge my portal gun somehow so no shit your phone's battery life dropped. Third, you really need to tone back your cussing. Haven't you ever seen Paul?"

"What?" I frowned and shook my head. "The fuck is that?"

"Swearing has it's moments. You gotta rolllll with the flowww," Rick smoothed his hands out. "Slip in a cuss word every now and again. It sounds more natural and less idiotic."

My eyes rolled. "Fine, whatever."

Rick looked around my cellphone with me. "What is it with this city?"

My home screen was that of New York in all it's gloriousness at night. Since I was actually IN my phone, I got to view it from every possible angle and boy was I impressed. It didn't look like walls plastered with New York wallpaper, no it looked….real (with the exception of up above, which compared to a black, starless night). On our sides, the sky scrapers towered over us and below, the city popped like a 3D model. As real as it looked, it was a no-brainer that Rick and I weren't ever going to be able to touch any part of the it. However, it was gorgeous and I was proud of my home screen choice.

Shrugging, I gave Rick a nonchalant reply. "What? I liked the way it looked."

There were misty, hovering orbs scattered throughout the uninterrupted space and with a grin, I realized they were apps. Glancing behind us, I saw the app/orb for Settings.

I had to charge my portal gun SOMEHOW.

"Huh," I grunted. We obviously just came out from there.

"No, I'm not going back there anymore. Fuck it. I'll send you back out with the portal gun," Rick waved his hand dismissively at the Settings app and began to walk away. Still looking around in wonder, I followed the old scientist.

"Are we going to find your grandkids first or…?"

"Yeah, their safety's more a priority to me than you are."

"That's…understandable." I didn't know how else to reply to that though I wish it could have been less polite. "How are we going to find them?"

"Jesus you ask m-m-more questions that Morty does," Rick grumbled and moved to push one of his sleeves back.

"Well no shit, I'm not a mind reader or something. I can't fucking…decipher what it is that you're thinking," I snapped. One of my favorite things about Rick and Morty was how careless Rick Sanchez was in the show. Aside from Mandy in The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Rick was one of my favorite characters because of how blunt and nonchalant he was. Which, now that I thought about it, was entertaining to watch but not fun to endure in person. Especially when it came to me because I was horrible at dealing with that type of shit. It honestly made me feel bad for Morty, who had to deal with Rick's bullshit all the time. Poor kid.

Rick snorted and pulled his flask out, taking a quick swig. "Eesh. Someone's moody."

"The fuck do you expect, huh?" I glared. "You're a fucking asshole. If you were sober and I were like you, you'd probably react the same way."

"But I'm noEEEUGHt and I dooEEUGHn't."

He was burping on purpose, probably in hopes of pissing me off even more, but I curled my nose and looked at the flask in disgust. "What is it that you're always drinking anyways?"

The scientist glanced at me blankly and tossed it to me. I was expecting him to ignore me and my surprise made it so that I barely caught it.

"Gee thanks," I said sarcastically, but didn't stop from sniffing the flask to see what it was. My nose wrinkled at the burning scent and I made a face, pulling the flask away suddenly. In spirit of all recently-turned-21-year-olds everywhere, I wasn't about to pass up a drink so I held my breath, my courage helping me down a big gulp. "HOOOLY FUCK! That shit BURNS!"

"A-ha ha!" Rick laughed proudly and took the flask, taking another drink. "That's how you know this shit's reeeallly good."

I jumped in front of him before he screwed the top back on and snatched it away. "Wait, wait, wait! One more drink!"

"You're going to drink me dry," he growled, reaching around me to take his container back and swiping it after I managed to get in another big gulp.

"AAAH FUCK!" I yelled in response to the fiery liquid pouring down my throat. "What is this?!"

Rick grinned. "Don't worry about it."

Summer was trapped. She knew where she was at and though it was hard to believe it, she figured it wasn't as crazy as when she worked for Mr. Needful. She was inside the game Tap Tap, a music app for a cellphone that was quiet addicting if you were good with your thumbs. Seeing the game in person was amazing; there were three bright circles on the floor to step on, the scoreboard was to the right along with the passing percentage and the points were displayed on the left.

It would have been Summer's favorite vacation ever—the ability to physically play an app game—IF she wasn't so screwed. After Rick tried to teleport the car somewhere safe—seemingly separating her from him and Morty—all Summer had been trying to do was escape the game so she could go find them. She figured that if she got a high enough percent on one song, she would be able to see a screen that could give her some answers.

But upon seeing how the game ran, she knew she was (in the worst sense) FUCKED. She needed two other people to step on and off the other circles when they were approached by the beats and after horribly failing the song she chose, a screen appeared in front of her. Rather than go through the effort of playing a game, Summer decided to use the screen in front of her to escape. But it only gave her three options:

Retry

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Choose Another Song

Summer slammed her fist on the screen, accidentally choosing Retry in the process. "No, no NO! I don't want to play this stupid game, I'll lose by myself!"

But the lights flashed, despite her protests, and the song started to play. Throwing her head back, she yelled as loud as she could. "Help! HELP!"

-XYZ-

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