It was a few hours till morty woke up still plastered to the floor of the game room a comic book glued to his face and a dark bruise on his forehead from the hard landing. After a few minutes of getting his head back on straight still a bit disoriented from the whole thing his first thought was "really no one came to me put me somewhere where I couldn't be stepped on. I'd expect that from Ricks there's only one here anyway and he only comes in to feed us and break up fights but no Mortys came to my rescue I thought we were like the kind caring guys in this place whatever I guess I'll see what time it is and if there's any lunch still left."
As he was walking towards the small kitchen which wasn't really a kitchen just had a mini-fridge and a used card table with a few dishes thrown around the area haphazardly storage rick came around the corner in the way only Ricks could do and spoke in his usual bored undertone clearly conveying the message that he would rather be anywhere else but here right now. "Hey kid your finally up I just texted your Rick he's gonna be here in about thirty minutes to get you so pack up your shit cuz if you leave anything behind its gonna be snatched up by the others and there's no way your getting it back." He sauntered out with an attitude of laziness and authority.
Morty shrugged his shoulders. It was about time his Rick got him he's been here for most of the day with the reason being that he needed some alone time for planning. What exactly he was planning was a mystery but he didn't really care. He was fine with his life in the citadel it wasn't the greatest but it wasn't the worst either. It was tons better than the orphanage he actually had freedom and didn't feel like a caged animal all the time. He also had a phone that was state of the art and a lot more capable than any regular phone on earth as it was designed and made by Ricks. He had never bothered to get one himself as it was too expensive to be bought on the meager allowance he got from the orphanage and the pocket change he scrounged up. He also had his own room for once not having to share it with ten other boys in various stages of development. He didn't really need or want anything more than that. He had long ago learned that expensive and extravagant gifts and toys weren't really that great past the surface level as they were nothing more than shiny playthings designed to swindle money out of gullible people.
He did notice that the citadel wasn't anything close to a paradise though or even a nice gated community. There was a ton of crime mostly in the downtown area but had been slowly rising up to affect the middle-class areas too. Nobody was really doing anything about it except throw more cops at the problem which was accomplishing a grand total of nothing. His Rick had a contemplating annoyed look on his face every time he heard a news story about the rampant crime with the announcers attitude towards the situation being complete apathy and seemingly not really caring about the people who were affected by the situation. He knew he was probably going to leave this place soon if nothing changed which knowing who was in charge wouldn't be happening any time soon. He was a bit weirded out by all the same two people being the only inhabitants in this place. Of course once you got to know them and focused on the details then it wasn't as weird as it seemed but it still made him a bit wary of the place.
He hurriedly went up the stairs to the rooms which only had three beds in each and only had five rooms in total clearly not meant for long time use. He strolled to the wall of cubbies that each Morty that had brought anything more than what could fit in their pockets stored their stuff. Each cubby had a dimension number with a nametag attached usually along with an assortment of stickers to decorate and make it easier to find their specific spot. His stickers were the Galaxy space kind as were almost a third of the wall was not very original for a Morty but there was something that had always made him light up inside when he saw the wonders of space which probably had something to do with being a forth of Rick who seemed more at home in the stars on distant planets than he ever did on earth or in any kind of society for that matter. He picked up his red bag that was shoved in without so much as a glance. He ran his fingers through the bag going through his checklist of essential supplies that he never left home without. He had his notebook filled with drawings, rushed scrawled writings, and glued in pictures. He had his charger headphones and battery pack.
The last item was the most important thing in the world to him so much so that he never left home without it even as a small child with no place to put the thing except his small pockets which had a multitude of dirt, gum and rocks inside them. It was an old picture of him and his mother taken a few minutes after he had gotten home from the hospital. The two of them were sitting on the couch his face pointed towards the camera to be seen along with his moms. His face was a red scrunched up little thing his eyes being closed shut looking like a angry tomato faced doll. His mom's by contrast was shocked as if not believing this was real but her eyes told a different story one of sorrow and lost chances with a hollow dead inside look one that almost made him feel like her crimes where justified. Almost because he could never forget how the victims of her crimes spoke of her with a deep primal fear like they had seen an escaped demon from hell sent to torture this world out of a cosmic desire to burn the world to ashes and dance on its grave. He had looked up everything he could find about his mom after discovering who she was when he had gathered up the courage on his twelfth birthday and asked the orphanage director directly. It had at first traumatized him having many sleepless nights and spent his daylight hours in a haze of thoughts that he had no way of articulating much less understanding.
After around five months of this he had came to the decision that it didn't matter he had other genes inside of him that weren't psychopathic like his dad who had died a day after his birth murdered by his mom of course but at least he probably wasn't a monster. He didn't know much about his dad other than his name Jerry Smith and his job marketing which he had been unemployed from for almost two years by the time he died so it didn't really count. But still he wasn't a monster a loser probably but not a monster. The only member of his family he knew about was his grandpa Rick who was one of the greatest minds in his generation. While he had only been on earth for twenty years abandoning the planet for an adventurous new life in the stars he had achieved many things in his short time creating a energy box that would last for thousands of years and could power almost any household object. Unfortunately he had left before he could improve it to power whole cities. But it still gave him a bit of peace to know he wasn't a monster like his mom. He kept the picture anyway because other than the small bright yellow painted silver bracelet he was gifted by his grandpa as a policeman found on the coffee table a few days after his birth in a small box with a sticky note placed on top reading from Rick to Morty it was the only thing left of his past.
AUTHORS NOTE so wow I completely forgot about this till I was browsing through the R&M archives and found it had four followers and was on three peoples favorites so I guess at least a handful of people like this so its my duty to pick this back up and finish it. Also I learned formatting while I was away so its much easier to read yay. Please review so I don't forget about this again.