AN: This chapter contains both a dream sequence and real world things at the same time. This may be a chapter that seems OOC for Rick, Morty or maybe even both. If it seems like someone is too OOC, let me know.
Long after that conversation, Rick had finally passed out drunk. Morty decided to try and find something to help pass the time while waiting to meet the same, sober, state. He wished he could ask about his grandmother without potentially triggering the hell out of Rick. No matter what was in his mind, literally or figuratively, Rick was still human. His human brain could rarely process trauma enough before he'd wash it down with hard liquor or just liquor and drugs in general. Morty had already refused to take a chance at doing any of it, he feels like his mind would be fucked up forever.
His mind started to drift while his eyes grew heavy. Somehow he was going to figure out how to withstand Rick's goddamn snoring since for today only they are sharing a bedroom. The serum hadn't worn off yet, thank God for that, but he still felt off about how his mind plagued him with such trivial shit and made him feel awful. Just go to bed, everything will be fine. He thought to himself as his eyes started to close.
Morty felt off in his dreams. His hands were shaking and he felt like something more was going on. He started to hear the static again, it was louder inside than outside. His mind replayed the last day's worth of shit from the "break up" to the dinner to everything in between. His mind couldn't handle the horrible mess that had happened over that course and he consciously didn't want to talk about it. He felt like it was a burden to those around him, like in the end it didn't fucking matter what had happened.
He walked around in this awful amalgamation that was both his own memories and the ones he was revealed to. The latter would make his blood boil while the former terrified him. "Ju-Just breathe," Morty started as he looked around. "Just fucking br-breathe there's no serum t-to get this to-to stop."
On the outside, he felt cold but then would get warm but more bordering on scalding hot. Two things happened on the outside when he was cold: intense shaking and scared mumbling. When he was scalding hot to the touch he would mumble angrily to himself in his sleep as if every time it fluctuated, he remembered something he disliked or was afraid of. His own mind was manipulating him, hurting him, making him feel low, making him most of all want to scream and yell.
Rick stirs his half drunk ass awake right in the middle of Morty's mental conflict. He suddenly hears a faint cry followed by a series of nos and fuck offs. He turns around towards Morty, looking at his grandson shivering and fluctuating between all the emotions he has available. He wants to wake up Morty but he knows better. He'll stay by his side until he wakes up.
The static grows louder every passing moment he stays asleep. "Wh-Why is it s-so fucking loud?!" Morty yells as he runs down the street his brain made up for him. He can't wake himself up easily when his brain can't function over the static. Just breathe- Just fucking breathe- He struggles to get his brain to wake up, like it doesn't want him to leave his own personal mental hell. Every time he tries to leave, the static sound pierces his ears from his brain and he has to stop for a second which is not a good sign.
In the real world, he's curling far into himself and starting to whimper. "M-Morty?" Rick says with a concerned tone and look on his face. He moves closer to the boy, putting his hand on the top of his head and into his hair. It feels different due to how much of his hair is caked in sweat. Rick can tell there's something more going on, but he doesn't have the dream inceptors to go in and find out. He'll have to hope Morty will tell him what's wrong.
Just wake up, just wake up! Morty thought within his sleeping brain. The static makes it hard to hear any of his own thoughts or anything from the outside. His brain flashes each negative memory at the speed of a second to make his eyes water. This is just a bad dream, he thought. Wake up. You can wake up. He tries hard to wake himself up without dying in his own dream. Morty closes his eyes, watching around him fade to black as he sits on his knees and covers his ears to try and get the static ringing sound to end.
Rick watches his grandson jolt up with a loud scream that his hungover ass wasn't quite prepared for. He looks around and then starts to not only shake but cry hard while putting his face in his hands. The static ringing sound has subsided but not enough to fully stop it. It-It hurts so bad. He thought to himself while slowly starting to put his hands over his ears in hopes the sound would leave him alone.
Morty starts to bawl his eyes out and yell, almost as if he was in pain. Rick moves over towards him to sit right next to his grandson and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Ar-Are you ok-okay, Morty?" He asks, looking at his small form before his eyes. Morty shakes his head and instinctively leans into him, whether or not Rick wanted him to or not. He's going to need to tell Rick what is going on or he's just as bad as before. But this time he isn't scared, he just needs to speak up. He prepares his mind for what he is going to say.
After Chapter AN: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I'm actually doing this off my phone this time since I got the app and it works wonders compared to desktop.This is part one of many parts that will not happen all together due to the nature and limitations I set when writing this fic. I'll say this: I'm testing the waters with this limited access shit for them to see how human they could possibly be. Again if you think anyone is too OOC here, let me know.