A/N: Um still no reviews and only one follow. Well at least someone likes the story. Thank you for following, said person, it means a lot because it means I'm at least not writing for my self. Anyways, heres chapter 3, I was planning on releasing this later but since im bored and have nothing else to do then might as well. Please enjoy it and leave a review on any thoughts so far. Aaaaand thats the way the news goes!

Ps: I also got a Free Rick phone case I got it literally a couple of days ago on a Friday! Its super cool i wish i could show you guys! Ok ok on to the story now.

Disclaimer: none of the stuff I mention here are in any way mine. Including the show, sadly.

Monday, October 5th.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Morty shifted on his bed. Not fully wanting to accept the fact that it was Monday and there was school.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He groaned and tried going back to sleep, snuggling into his pillow more. 'How come it feels so nice and comfortable right now? Why hadn't it felt like this last night when he tried everything to go to sleep?' Morty thought groggily.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

If only that stupid noise would go away. All he wanted was sleep, was that so hard to ask for?

Beep! Beep! Be--

"Alright, alright, holy shit." Morty mumbled under his breath as he wacked at his alarm clock. 'Do people still use alarm clocks any more?' Probably not.

He got up slowly, saddened that he had to leave his wonderful bed to start another shitty day. He blew out his breath in a agitated manner and walked out of his room, walking into the bathroom to shower.

After having completed that wonderful task, he changed quickly and went down stairs, breakfast already being served and the family already digging in. That new rinky dink girl, 'Rick's new assistant' Morty thought bitterly, was sitting next to Rick, forcing Morty to sit across from Rick. Oh how lovely.

He sat down and looked at his food, suddenly feeling no appetite for his mothers pancakes with hash browns he loved so much. Instead, grabbing a piece of toast with butter, he started nibbling on the corner pieces, looking down at his phone he saw he only had about ten minutes left before he was late.

Morty got up to excuse himself off the table, already heading upstairs for his backpack when a awkward cough stopped him in his tracks. Oh no.

"Morty, you barely had anything to eat, I made your favorite today." Beth trailed off. Morty already knew what she was doing.

"Y-yeah thanks mom, but I'm actually not feeling too good to be eating this early. Still full on last nights dinner." Morty said while giving an awkward smile and patted at his stomach.

"Oh, well, um do you want to stay home today? Do you feel like throwing up?" Beth said, almost getting up to check his temperature and ask him millions of questions.

'For what? So I could see my replacement do a better job than me and rub it in my face? So I can wallow on why Rick would replace me? Nooo thank you.' Morty thought bitterly while glaring at the table. He sighed.

"N-no mom, just not hungry right now that's all," Morty said already heading for the staircase. "I-I'm going to be late if I don't get going." He said while trying to quickly climb the stairs and getting the hell out of there.

"Do you want us to take you? Maybe Rick can drop you off today?" Beth yelled out while looking at her dad, munching away on his pancakes, looking up to the mention of his name. Rick shook his head and sighed, annoyed that he not only had to deal with this kids weird mood swings, but also have to look after him like some butler or something.

"Nope!" Morty said too quickly while coming down the stairs and surprising everyone. "I'd rather walk." He said while heading straight for the door, muttering a goodbye to his family, shutting the door loudly.

When he walked out, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Heading out, he put in his earbuds and put some music, trying to drown out reality for a while. Trying so hard to die out his emotions.

To say that the weekend was shitty and awkward and basically a living hell was an understatement.

First off, he rarely left his room after that whole ordeal. That dumb annoying Rick helper had spent all her time with Rick. Already, he had been cut off from 2 adventures where they either forget or they purposely don't take him along. 'What a nice slap in the face, Rick.' Morty kicked a rock on the path way.

Morty had to talk about this to Rick. What the hell was going on, one second he was the one he would non stop drag along and make him miss school everyday, to Rick being all nice and dandy with a literal alien while ignoring his own actual grandson. Well, she came from space, she looked human but for all he knew, she was some demon from the planet loser; population: Melanie.

Oh, he was going to kill Rick for betraying him like that.

Well, maybe not literally, but definitely figuratively. He was going to give him a piece of his mind. In fact, he was going to renounce his name as his sidekick once and for all infront of her. So she could see what she caused.

Morty looked down and slowly made his way, slowly seeing the school appear, hearing the bell ring. Kids slowly started scrambling inside. Leaving Morty to enter alone.

Morty started walking slowly to his house. He kind of didn't feel like coming home anymore. To seeing them spread their 'oh so cool' adventure stories in his face. So she could gloat and say that she was a better sidekick that he ever was and to have Rick confirm that.

Morty slowly started drifting off his usual path home, to another one leading to his small town. Looking at the time, he saw that it was two thirty. He should've been home by now, but he honestly didn't care at that point.

He looked up, seeing teenagers walking with their friends, discussing plans for the weekend. Geez, must be nice. Morty longed to have at least one friend. No one ever talked to him. Thanks to Brad.

Morty shook his head. Right now was no time to think of imbeciles, starting with Brad. He started making his way into a local mini liquor store right off the corner of the street.

Walking in, the door swinging open with a bell sound. A smell of stale cigarettes and cheap coffee hit his nose almost immediately. He slowly made his way across the counter towards the candy aisle. Looking primarily for two things only.

He spotted the Chocolate bars rather quickly. He grabbed two and headed for the beer aisle. He looked at some brands of beer while making his way down to the water bottle section, in a way that, as much as he didn't want to admit, would had made him look like Rick going through withdrawals. He stopped momentarily infont of some cheap beer and stared at it, seeing his reflection in the mirror.

Morty looked at himself before taking a deep breath and giving his reflection a glare, walking away from that section. He quickly made his way into the sweet ice tea section and grabbed some mango flavored drink. He was not going to drink his problems away. He was stronger.

'So then why don't I feel stronger?' Morty looked at the forgotten beer aisle one last time.

He walked up to the check out counter and quickly placed the items down. The old man gave him a smirk.

He scanned and charged his items rather quick, probably noticing he was in a bit of a hurry. Morty dug out of his pockets a crumbled up five dollar bill and handed it to him.

As he grabbed his items and placed them in a bag, he began to walk out as he heard the man talk.

"Hey kid, thanks for makin' the right choice back there." He said while nodding towards the beer aisle.

Morty cringed inwardly. 'Oh geez, now this guy just saw my sad "cry for help", way to go.' Morty stuttered out a lame apology and walked out, looking at the name of the store. 'Mental note, never ever come by here in your sad life.'

He continued walking, checking the time on his phone. Three thirty. Yikes, he really should have been home by now. But who cares, right? It was past the point of caring even if his parents were worried or anything. He just needed to be alone and think.

A buzz went off in his pocket and he sees its his phone. The word 'Mom' is on top of the screen with the 'receive' and 'decline' options. Well, he probably should answer they were probably really worried. He thought for a second and decided to answer.

Or had the intention to. As he was about to touch the 'accept call' slot, his phone started glitching. Uncharged. No battery was seen last before it turned black, for good.

Oh how wonderful. Just lovely. Morty sighed, super annoyed. Well, if he was going to get into trouble for being late then he might as well be super late. He would get the punishment for the same thing anyways.

Decided to drag out the hours, he went to his local park and spotted the swings. He made his way to one and sat down, seeing no one was at the park. Just the slow creaking of the old rusty swings was heard and the sound of chains moving in the wind.

Morty closed his eyes and held the chain tightly, feeling the cold metal against his palm until he couldn't feel anything, nothing. Numb.

Morty hadn't showed up. She tried everything, she called the school, some of his classmates. Even talked to the neighbors to see if he at least passed by. Which he hadn't.

Oh god, where was that kid?

At first, Beth thought he was with Rick. But to her surprise, Rick was in the garage with the new girl he had hired. When she asked if he knew where Morty was, Rick said he didn't know and that he wasn't keeping tabs on him. She then looked at the girl hoping to see if she knew anything but she simply shrugged her shoulders before she could get out a word.

She checked his room, the bathroom, checked in with Summer every five minutes even though she doubted he would be in there, and even check the backyard a couple of times. All with no sign of Morty.

Beth looked at her watch, 'three thirty' it read.

"Alright, enough is enough, I'm calling him." Beth dialed his number.

A couple of rings went off before it went to voicemail. 'That little turd.' She narrowed her eyes and sighed, rubbing her temples. When Jerry hears this, he's going to be furious and somehow blame this on her father like always. And he had nothing to do with it, or at least, that's what she thought.

Beth walked to the garage, stopping at the door and breathing out before going inside. She really did hate bothering her father when he was busy, especially if he was cranky.

She cleared her throat, wanting to catch his attention. He merely looked up and sighed, clearly annoyed that he was being interrupted again.

"What is it this time, Beth?" He said while going back to his work with Melanie helping, occasionally bringing Rick materials when he needed them.

She coughed awkwardly and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Um, dad, are you sure you haven't seen Morty? Or he hasn't texted you or anything? It's almost four o'clock and he hasn't even called. And I tried calling him myself but he wouldn't pick up. I'm just worried," she trailed off, looking to the side at the washing machine.

"B-beth I swear, t-that kid is probably hanging out somewhere with his dip ass friends or something at the movies or whatever these stupid teens do nowadays. Just calm down." Rick said while putting his newest project down and turning around to face his daughter, leaning on the table behind him and crossing his arms.

Beth sighed.

"Thats the thing, dad, he doesn't have friends." She said.

"T-then he finally made some today, I don't know, Beth, what the hell y-you want me to do?" Rick said while taking a sip of his small grey flask.

"Please dad, help me find him." Beth said looking at the clock, seeing there was ten minutes before it was four thirty.

Rick grumbled out his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"F-fine, but after we find that little ass shit, he's doing my laundry for a whole month for being a pain in the ass." Rick said while rumbling through his cabinets looking for something.

Beth sighed but nodded her head.

He found what he was looking for and turned it on, it beeped indicating it was functioning still.

"What is that?" Beth asked looking at it.

"I-Its a M-Morty tracking device. It basically tracks his brain waves and acts like a gps. I built this a while back." He said, while that was true, he had built it incase Morty ever got lost on an adventure. At least, that's what he had told Morty.

He pressed some buttons and pressed the big red button. Two little lights bulbs were attached at the head of the device, a red and a green one. Red indicating that Morty's brain waves were unavailable or there was an error, green indicating that it was working.

So Rick was greatly confused and a bit concerned when the device gave a low beep with the light turning red and the screen flashing the word 'ERROR' in bold letters.

"Uh-Oh. This isn't good," Rick said frowning at the thing, popping open the circuits to see if everything was in place. Confused, he was surprised to see everything was in order.

"Uh-oh? What's that supposed to mean?" Beth said worriedly.

"I-It means for some weird reason, it's not letting me track his brain waves. Which means one of two things; this thing is probably broken," he paused looking at Beth. "O-or, he's dead." Rick said narrowing his eyes at the tracker.

"Dad!"

"H-hey in my defense, w-we... me and Morty haven't used this thing in months. Maybe it's broken or something."

Just as Beth was going to reply, the front door was heard slamming shut. Everyone walked to the living, expecting for Morty to be standing in the door way.

Instead, however, Jerry was seen putting his jacket on the coat hanger.

Beth sighed disappointedly.

"Geez, nice to see you too, loving wife." Jerry said grumpy. His interview did not go well in the slightest.

"Jerry, Morty hasn't shown up and I'm worried. He hasn't called and he didn't even say he was going out or anything and I don't know what to d—" Just as Beth was about to finish her sentence, the door opened slowly.

A/N: finally updated! I honestly have no idea why it took me a couple of days to write this chapter. It usually doesn't take me this long. Oh well, anyways, finally got a nice review today! Thank you, I appreciate it. Please review, any thoughts, suggestions, anything! Until next chapter!