Chapter 6: Copycat

Hello, readers! This chapter is obviously about Ricks plan, so it will mainly focus on what Ricks doing. Review and enjoy!

Rick

His plan was in action. It was 3 am, and Rick, well Morty 2.0 was ready for school tomorrow. Now he just needed to find a way to make Morty stay home from school so Rick could take his place, as himself. It was strange, like inception or something. Not really.

Although he needed Morty to stay home, he really didn't want to make him sick. He would if he couldn't think of anything, but THAT, Rick thought, was too cruel. He wouldn't do that to his , he wanted to begin re-adventuring right away once he got rid of Sk- the problem.
He spent another 20 minutes thinking of something to get Morty out of school, and Bingo.

He would just make him not want to go to school. Rick quickly did some magic hacking science, hacking into the school email system. He sent an email to Beth and Jerry from one of Morty's teacher's email saying he had a huge exam today. His parents would question him, Morty would panic, and stay home to study. "Wubba lubba *EuRGH* Dub dub BIITCH." Rick was proud of his plan. Now he had to just wait until morning! (He'd transformed himself back into Rick first, he didn't want to get caught)

In the morning, Rick waited for the scene to begin. Just as planned, Beth woke Morty early in very panicked parent mode. "MORTY GET UP NOW! YOU HAVE A BIG EXAM TODAY THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL US ABOUT?!" Rick was happy she always checked her email in the morning. Morty was up in an instant. "W-WHAT?! I DIDN'T HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT THIS!" He yelled. "WELL OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T YOU PROBABLY FORGOT!" Added Jerry. "JUST START STUDYING! I guess your staying home today! Ill write a fake note saying your really sick but JUST THIS ONE TIME MORTY! NO MORE OF THIS!" Screamed Beth.

Bingo. He was staying home. "W-WAIT! NO! History is last period I can study all this morning and lunch and ill be ready!" What the fuck was Morty doing? Rick thought. He would never pass up an opportunity to miss school, and he knows he'd fail this "Exam" if he didnt stay home. Why is he so desperate? He was more lost than Rick thought. He decided to interject. "Uhhhh, Mo*eurGH*rty I agree with Beth, you should stay home. No use failing when you could pass." Rick swigged his flask. He hoped that would do it, but Morty was insistant. "N-No! If I stay home, t-t-the teacher said I'd get an automatic uhh, t-ten percent off! I-Its more risk failing if I DO stay home!" Rick knew that was a lie. Because he made up the exam in the first place. Morty really wanted to go to school.
Looks like Rick was officially on desperate measures. He quickley whipped up some artificial stomach flu. He hated to do it, but like he said; desperate times called for desperate measures. Sorry Morty.

At breakfast, while Morty was with his parents studying, Rick and Summer started eating. Rick ate slowly, he hoped there would be a gap between her finishing and Morty coming to eat that he could dump the mixture into Mortys orange juice. He was right. He quickly dumped the mixture, right as they walked into the room. They didn't see, and Rick smirked to himself. Morty quickly ate, and started to leave before he'd drank the orange juice. "W-wait Morty! Your brain wont function if your not hydrated." Luckily, Morty was so panicked he didn't question it. He chugged almost all of it, and Rick knew it would activate quick. Hopefully before he even made it to the school. Morty and Summer grabbed their bags and put on there shoes, and just before Morty went out the door Rick heard him say to his mother "Aw jeez, I-I feel sick." Rick mentally high fived himself, it was working.

It was about 10 minutes before they returned, Morty in tow. He was definatly a little pale. Beth did not look happy. "Well, luckily for Morty I guess he IS staying home. Jerry if you wouldnt mind theres some vomit in the back of the car that needs cleaning." Jerry protested a bit but Beth was already putting Morty back to sleep. Jerry quickly went to the garage and closed the door. He would turn himself into Morty 2.0, and then fly to his school and take his place. He had to be quick, being late would stick out a little. Rick did all the above and was outta there in 7 minutes.

He landed a block or so down from Morty's school so nobody would see, behind an alley. He walked the rest of the way. Rick, or "Morty", was sure it wouldn't be long until the girl showed and tried to talk to him. He went to first period gym, where he realized it had been a long time since Rick was active. Everyone in that gym class targeted Morty and loser like him. 'Wow' thought Rick. He hoped today was just a bad day and Morty didn't go through this all the time. Little did Rick know he hadn't even faced Brad yet. He got through second period, and then went to math. He was sitting through it, not bothering putting useless effort into the waste of time that was education. Until the teacher called on him.

"MORTY, since you haven't participated at all this class, what is the square root of 121?" Mr. Goldenfold asked. Rick saw that smirk on his face, like he expected "Morty" to get it wrong and make a fool of himself. Rick stood up straight. "Tsh, obviously 11." He said in the snarkiest tone he could, which was difficult seeing as it was Morty's voice. Mr. Goldenfold looked surprised. "Oh, well if your so confident today how about you come up to the board and write down each answer. Like a pop quiz presentation." Mr. Goldenfold pointed to the front. Rick was gonna nail this. Morty could thank him later. He strutted up to the board, taking his sweet time. Mr. Goldenfold called out numerous equations, and was getting so angry that he was right he started calling out COLLEGE math equations.
Of course, Rick was a genius. Finally, the teacher admitted defeat and the students watched shocked, some even applauded, as Morty walked back to his seat.

finally it was lunch. Rick suspected this is when he would see the girl. He went to his locker to grab his own stuff because he was outta there as soon as the job was done. He didn't expect someone to attempt to push in the backs of his knees.
He says attempt because Rick is a god and wouldn't let that happen. He whipped around to see some what looked like older, taller teenage idiots scowling at him. The one that pushed in his knees, he guessed, acutally looked a bit surprised. "You look even more like a loser today, Morty. What happened? Doesn't matter. You don't need to look good for a beating." The guy pounded his fists, and the group around him smiled menacingly. Rick didn't even flinch, but he was curious as to if this happened every day. He didn't care about Morty, but he didn't want him going through this every day. Rick put on his best scared Morty impression and said "W-why today?" The guy looked confused. "Dontcha mean every day, shrimp? Thought you'd be used to it by now. Guess ill teach ya a lesson." Rick hurt inside. How could Morty go through stuff like this every day and not tell him? Rick felt guilty because he should have done something. Because the guy deserved it, not any other reason.

Well what a perfect time to give him what he deserved. Luckily, Rick was quite a skilled fighter. Especially since he got some practice escaping the government recently. And the fight with the president... Moving on. He waited until they struck first, so that IF Morty were to somehow get in trouble they had self defense on their side. The kid was obviously an idiot, and he immediatly launched a punch into his chest. Rick didnt even flinch. The group was going to attack, but everyone was so surprised at the lack of pain "Morty" was feeling. Rick didn't wait. He threw a single kick to the main guy and sent him flying back into the wall behind them. The group backed away, but Rick delivered. He punched, kicked, and knocked the heads of each goonie. He saved the main guy for last though. He grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the wall. "W-what the hell is wrong with you? How... How?" The kid asked, blood dripping from his nose. Rick pulled the firmest voice he could being Morty. "Dont EVER fuck with me again. My grandpa gave me a super strength serum and next time, I wont hesitate to do worse. MUCH worse." He slammed the kid against the wall one last time and he ran off. Rick hoped that was enough to keep him away. He went to go back to his locker, but almost ran into some girl.
The blonde one! That bitch! He finally found her. Or, well, she found him.

"That was fucking sick! How the hell- I didn't know you could do that!" She was smiling and punching Rick in the arm. "I hope this means your brave enough to actually meet my friends today. You coming?"
Rick was ready to have at her.

He was gonna verbally abuse her enough that she wouldn't even talk to Morty, or let him talk to her.
He was gonna get Morty back.