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Chapter 9: Backstabber
Morty
A... Morty? A clone of him? He was confused. It didn't talk or walk, it just sat there. A perfect him. It was a machine that could transform anything into Morty. Take his Identity.
So he WAS there for the "conversation" with Skylar yesterday. It just wasn't him. Everything made sense. He knew exactly who'd taken his place. The lesser bullying, the amazing math class, and his one and only friendship ruined. It was Rick.
Morty was fuming. He flung the door open. "W-WHERES RICK?!" He yelled into the house, hoping someone would answer. "Morty I TOLD you hes out drinking somewhere!" His mom replied. Morty didn't want to wait. He hoped Rick was drinking away his guilt. His only friendship, only chance at a girlfriend, and as always Rick ruined it. Morty walked back into the garage,
and grabbed a nearby broken pipe.
Morty was seeing red, and he smashed and smashed and swung and hit until he was just hitting the broken pieces. He wanted to chew out Rick, but he also didn't even feel like seeing his face. Breaking the equipment had made him feel a little better, so he decided to avoid and give the silent treatment as long as he could. To shove it down his throat even further, he scrawled a quick note to place on top of the ruins.
'Thanks for everything Rick. My only friend, my first friend, and you instantly get jealous. Screw you.'
Morty was so angry, at least he tried to convince himself it was just anger. His eyes stung, and he ran to his room and slammed the door. He locked it. Rick wouldn't be getting in and Morty wasn't going on anymore adventures.
Rick
Rick had done his average amount of drinking. He knew Morty would be wondering where he was. He decided to get home before 8 so they could watch a little TV, but Rick almost didn't want to go back. He didn't want to see Morty's pain as Rick was sure he discovered the consequences of his actions already. He hesitated, but decided it was better sooner than later. After all, Morty would have no idea it was him.
But Rick did, and he wouldn't admit but it was poking at his brain slightly. Causing terrible twinges of pain fueled guilt whenever he thought too much.
Rick hopped into his spaceship and flew home. He expected Morty waiting on the couch or his garage, but he wasn't on the couch. He walked into the garage, and his mouth dropped. The guilt twinged harder than it ever did before, along with fear. The door containing the secret machine was open and what he assumed to be the remainder of the smashed machine was everywhere. He walked over and saw the bright orange post it on top, with a small message. 'Thanks for everything Rick. My only friend, my first friend, and you instantly get jealous. Screw you.' Rick dropped the note, flopped into his chair, and rubbed his face with his hands and sighed. "Of course my plan backfired." Rick could try and convince himself he did nothing wrong now, but how could he convince Morty?
Rick then went upstairs and knocked on Morty's door. "H-hey Morty? Hey I gotta t*UrP*alk to you."
No response.
Rick then tried to open the door himself, but Morty had locked him out. "W-wow Morty, sheesh. Can you at least let me explain?" Rick stayed snarky, but in reality he was desperate to talk to Morty and get rid of this stupid guilt. To his dismay, once again there was no response. Rick didn't even say another word, he just went downstairs and grabbed the nearest and strongest bottle of alchohol.
Morty
Morty went into his room and locked the door. He flopped onto his bed. Since he was alone and not doing anything, his thoughts started to get to him. How could he fix what Rick had done? How could Rick do that? He was infuriated. Morty punched his wall weakly. He lay there, and he heard Rick come in the door. About a minute later he heard the garage door open. He prayed Rick wouldn't try to talk to him or get into his room, but he then heard him knock. "H-hey Morty? Hey I gotta t*UrP*alk to you." Morty said nothing. He wanted so badly to fling open the door and yell at him, or at least get a reason for why he did it. Who was he kidding, he knew why he did it. Rick was jealous. Jealous that Morty for once was not giving him every second of the day, trying to lead a somewhat normal life. Morty didn't realize how long he hadn't responded.
"W-wow Morty, sheesh. Can you at least let me explain?" He heard Rick try to open the door. Thank god his lock worked. Morty hated that Rick still sounded nonchalant, as if he didn't just ruin Morty's first friendship. Morty this time decided to still say nothing. Out of anger, but also out of fear his voice might break. He didn't know why, but he was crying. Tears stung and he sat there laying in bed, wishing Rick would go away.
finally he heard Rick walk slowly back downstairs. Morty was surprised he didn't force himself in through a portal, or make any mean remarks at him. Morty layed in bed until he fell asleep. His dreams were terrible.
Morty woke at about 2 am, and his body screamed for water. He opened the door quietly and slinked downstairs. He grabbed his water, and was drinking when he heard "Morty!"
He almost choked. Water came out his nose. Whoever it was scared the hell out of him. Morty was irritated to find it was Rick, of course it was Rick. Rick slapped him lightly on the back a couple times. Morty swatted him away. "Rick, I'm going back to bed." Morty turned to walk away but Rick grabbed him. "Morty Morty, wait! I-I gotta talk about, about the thing. The you know." Morty's emotions all came back up. He just wanted to sleep. "T-the turning into me a-a-and ruining my life? My friendship? I-its fine Rick I think I get it. I-I don't feel like talking about it." With that, Morty rushed upstairs. He got back into bed. He would do anything to fix what Rick did to Skylar, even if it meant revealing Rick and his science. He didn't care what Rick wanted anymore anyways.
Morty had a lot of trouble sleeping that night.