A/N: 'Notha update! Woot woot! Haha anyways, finally on summer break doing nothin' but taking shits and eating my family's food. Oh! Also I created a tumblr for rm, so look forward to me giving y'all the username of that in the future. Anyways, enjoy, or don't; dont care.

Summer walked through the door.

In sync disappointed sighs were heard from the family in the room.

"Damn, so happy to see you all too." Summer said while crossing her arms, obviously defensively.

"Summer, please, if you know where Morty is, for the love of God, please tell us." Beth said while looking into the kitchen, eyeing a cabinet. Her cabinet.

Summer shook her head. Unbelievable, she thought as her temper flared.

"Do you really think I had something to do with this, really Mom? Wow that's so fair of you to think!" Summer said annoyed.

"You know what Summer, I don't know what to believe! I'm here busting my ass for people who don't even appreciate it! When you're working 5 to 9 of work and still having to try and keep a useless marriage while you have two fucking kids who would don't appreciate shit, then come talk to me about fair!" Beth lashed out; gasping at the end of her lecture. Red blotches were seen on Beths pale face with tears welling up, threatening to spill. She had not meant to say that.

"You know what, I understand why Morty left! He was so tired of this!" Summer signaled to her family members. "He was soooo done with all this disfunctionality shit we have going on, and I don't blame him! Hell, I might as well do the same thing! Anything to stop this madness!" Summer yelled back, tears already flowing freely down her face.

"Don't you dare," Beth whispered, her throat burning.

"J-just, just go upstairs. We'll deal with this later, right now we have to find out where Morty is." Beth said with tears falling down her face. She grabbed her head, feeling her headache getting worse by the minute.

Beth gives out a shaky sigh and heads to the kitchen, getting out her stash of wine. She heads straight for the bottle of deep red wine and chugs it down. She wipes her mouth from the excess wine droplets from the corner of her mouth.

She heads to the couch with Jerry, discussing calling the cops or going out to find him themselves.

Without them noticing, Morty slips through the garage door quietly. Seeing that Rick wasn't in the garage, he made a run for it to the kitchen, to see his parents in the living room, their backs facing him. He quietly sneaks upstairs, praying they didn't hear him.

Only to trip on his untied shoelaces. A thump was heard with a pained groan followed behind it.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Morty thought, panicking.

"Shit," was heard from the brunette haired boy.

All eyes were on the staircase, revealing Morty, on his hands and knees, in the middle of the stair case. He sighed and closed his eyes. Three, two, on-.

"Mortimer Smith! Where in the hell have you been, young man?!" Beth stood up from the couch, scolding her son.

'Wow,' he thought bitterly, 'took her quicker than usual.'

"Um, I-I, out?" He said, lamely.

"Oh, out? Well young man, why don't you sit here and tell us how much fun out was, hmm? Tell us how fun it was to have us worried sick! I thought something had happened to you, all while you were out having fun!"

"I never said I was having fun," Morty looked down and mumbled. He looked at the clock. It read eight o'clock. He wasn't that late.

Beth sighed angrily and looked down.

"Come here," she whispered. Morty slowly obeyed her orders.

"Where were you? Morty you had us, me, worried sick! Does that not matter to you that I worry? Why didn't you call? How hard was it too call?" Beth said while rubbing her head, her face red and blotchy.

"I-l, sorry, my phone died, I was with a friend I met today and I had agreed to show him around," he lied.

"I-I, I'm so sorry for worrying you guys, but se-, look, I'm fine." Morty said, giving her a forced smile showing that no harm was done.

Beth looked at him skeptically but still accepted his excuse, even if it did seem a bit sketchy, she was just glad he was home.

"Fine, but next time, Morty, call first please," Beth warned him. Morty nodded rapidly, feeling a bit bad for causing trouble.

"I p-promise I won't do it again, I-I, my bad." He sincerely apologized.

"Well dinner is all ready set, you hungry?" Beth said looking at the boy. Morty's stomach turned and he felt a bit sick.

"N-nah, I'm just, I-I'm going to bed," he said, fake yawning. Beth wasn't having it though.

"Nonsense, I didn't give you any money today so you couldn't have eaten already. Come sit down." Beth insisted. Morty sighed.

"I-ok." He finished tiredly.

He was the first to sit until his family members and a she devil slowly started filling in the chairs. He didn't even bother to sit next to Rick.

His mom served him a normal portion of food, but to him, it looked enormous since his appetite was more then gone at this point. He felt sick to his stomach.

"So, who was this friend you were showing around, hun?" Beth said while taking a swig of her water.

Morty swallowed the small amount of food he had in his mouth.

"Oh, j-just, it was this new kid, he's new here." He lied sloppily. Hopefully no one caught him out on his bullshit.

Speaking of which, Melanie was looking at him with a weird expression. Almost as if she was trying to see his own thoughts or something. It was creeping him out.

And with that bit a courage and anger, Morty glared at her until she looked back at her own food.

"Morty, did you get any sleep? You look terrible, buddy," his dad said looking at him too. Holy fuck, was he some sort of project that everyone was trying to figure out. His head started pulsing a bit. Great.

He looked at his broccoli and took a small bite.

"Fine." He finished curtly.

"Hey, do you want some ibuprofen, o-or, u-um something, you look like shit, man." Melanie spoke.

Wait a minute, she dared to talk to him. What the actual fuck.

"Hey, do you want to, I-I don't know, mind your own fucking business?" He said looking at her through a glare. She had the nerve.

"Morty!" Beth hissed.

Melanie looked at him for what seemed like eternity.

Then she did what no one was expecting.

She laughed. She held her hand over her mouth and guffawed. She slammed her hand on that table and threw her head back and let out a loud giggle.

Morty looked at her with disbelief and looked at Rick, who was looking at her with the same reaction.

She wiped the tears from laughing and fanned her very red face and calmed herself down. She gave out a happy sigh and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed.

"No, seriously dude, here I got something for you," she got up from the table and walked into the kitchen. Everyone just looked at him and her, back and forth.

A rattle noise was heard followed by a clink and water running. She then returned with a glass of water and something in hand. She stopped infront of Morty and pushed her hand infront of him, revealing a small blue pill.

He just looked at her like she was crazy. She probably was. Hell, for all he knew, that was some sort of poison or something.

"Oh my-just take it." She sighed, pushing it in his face one more time. Morty looked at her with his very tired eyes.

"W-what the hell is this?" He said defiantly while looking away from her in the opposite direction, like what a three year old would do if you made him eat his vegetables.

"Just take it, my God, do you want to stop looking like a piece of shit and get better or what?" She sighed annoyed.

"Rather take a shit and eat it while the whole school watches me than take anything you give me." Morty said while getting up from the table and climbing the stairs while his mother sighed.

"What a diva that guy amiright?" She said while taking a seat back on her chair.

Beth gave her a apologetic smile.

"Sorry, he's just going through shit right now, you know, teen age '16' year old stuff."

She shook her head. No, something was off.

"Y-yeah, just leave 'em alone, Mel. He's, he's jus' being a piece of shi-urp-t right now." Rick burped out.

She nodded slowly, only agreeing just so they would get off her back. Sometimes these people were too far up their own asses to see something that was right infront of them. She sighed and excused herself, going into the garage, seeing if Rick had anything for her to do while he finished eating.

'Stupid, what the fuck does she even know, doesn't she know shes the cause of all this and she still thinks she can sit down and try and 'help' him? What the fuck was she playing at?!' Morty sighed angrily in his room.

Ugh! She was such a, well, a bitch!

Morty slumped on his bed, his face red as could possibly be. He has had it with these stupid new changes. Why can't things be normal?

He got into bed and sighed.

What was the point, nothing mattered in the end. He felt like they had betrayed him in a way. Especially Rick.

He felt tears start welling up and his anger was worsening. He blinked them away before they could spill.

'Stop being a little bitch. Why are you even crying over someone who doesn't even care about himself, and never nobody else. Not you.'

All he was to him was an object. A stupid shield. He just used him for his brainwaves— wait. Brainwaves. If he's no longer taking him on adventures to at least shield Rick, then who in the world is he using now? Melanie?

No, as much as he hates to admit, she seemed, well, 'smart'. She didn't seem to have "Morty waves".

Morty frowned. Did he replace him with a device or something? Wow, he didn't know what was worse; being replaced by a girl or a machine.

He closed his eyes, praying for sleep to come. And of course, to no avail. He wanted to stop thinking so deep. He just wanted sleep.

He remembered some sleeping pills he had back when he used to have nightmares that wouldn't allow him to sleep. Good thing he kept them.

He hesitated for a second, remembering how bad they were for your sleeping schedule and how it fucked up your body. But he was desperate for sleep.

With that, he decided to fuck it all and took four sleeping pills for good measure and closed his eyes, slowly feeling his body start to feel lighter by the minute until he felt nothing.

Wednesday morning

Beth sighed impatiently. This was the third time she called Mortys name to come down for breakfast. And no answer was heard at all.

"He probably overslept, Beth, go check on him since calling him isn't working," Jerry said while playing on his tablet and sipping on his coffee. Beth rolled her eyes.

"Ah yes, thanks for pointing out the obvious, you doof." She mumbled out while heading upstairs.

'Coming home late and oversleeping? Oh this kid was in deep shit.' Beth knocked on the door loudly and called out his name. Nothing.

She opened the door to reveal his somewhat clean room, the door illuminating the said room at its quake.

Morty was seen sprawled out on his bed, still asleep. Beth looked at the clock, seven twenty. 'He's going to be late.' Beth sighed and began to shake the teenager.

"Morty, wake up, you have fifteen minutes to get ready before your late!" She kept shaking him, expecting him to moan out "five more minutes" or even "I don't wanna" but to her surprise, no protest was heard.

In fact, he wasn't even reacting to her waking him up.

Beth's face frowned, confused. Morty was always a light sleeper.

"Morty?"

She began to shake faster, the bed shaking with her.

"Hey! Wake up! Morty?" She felt a pit in her stomach.

"Dad?! Oh my god, dad! Morty won't wake up! Did you have anything to do with this?!" Beth screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping this was some experiment Rick was trying out or something. Footsteps were heard behind her.

"What the hel-urp-l are you saying, Beth?" Rick said while walking into the room. He saw Morty in his bed, dead asleep and Beth still trying to wake him. The kid didn't even budge.

"Dad, did you do something? Is this a part of some thing your testing? Why isn't he waking up?!" Beth said, looking at her father urgently for an answer.

"M-urp-ove," Rick said while taking Beths place, looking at Morty. He checked for a pulse and found it working fine. Rick frowned and shoved the kid, thinking maybe Beth's pushes weren't hard enough to wake him. But, his shoves were fruitless too.

Rick looked around, in search of anything indicating that something had to do with. He stopped when he saw a orange little bottle that was on his nightstand.

"Sleeping pills," Rick exclaimed. He picked them up and read the thing, then looked at the sleeping form that refused to wake. Well, he wasn't dead, that was for sure. But how many did this kid take, Jesus.

Rick walked out, water was heard running and then stopped, followed by footsteps that were coming into the room, now with everyone watching.

Rick passed by everyone with a cup in hand. He simply walked over to the bed and told Beth to step back, which she did hesitantly. He then stuck out his hand with the cup with water and poured it on the sleeping figure.

Morty woke up with a gasp and felt something extremely cold hit his body, interrupting his sleep.

"What the fuck!" He gasped out while coughing out some water that managed to get into his mouth and nose.

"Rise and shine, princess," Rick said with his arms crossed, his flask in his right hand.

"W-w-what the hell are you guys d-doing?!" Morty shrieked, shivering because his body was wet and cold.

"What the fuck? Really, kid? How about you start explaining this," Rick said while throwing the bottle of sleeping pills.

"W-w, I mean what's more to explain, I was trying to get a good nights rest, what's wrong with you guys?! C-coming in here and throwing water at me? I-I, like what's wrong with you people!" Morty said while getting out of bed and finding a towel to dry off on, pushing past his grandfather and mother.

"Well, y-y-urp-ou, I guess you're mom thought since you weren't waking up and we saw the pills," Rick trailed off.

"Oh my g- you guys thought I had killed myself o-or something?! Oh geez, that's seriously- that's messed up! Do I look that sad to you?" Morty said while turning to his mother who was sitting on his bed, feeling foolish.

"Yeah well, you going MIA yesterday and not really eating dinner last night didn't help, you know." Beth whispered.

"Ugh! Get out! I, I'm, I-I don't wanna hear it!" Morty ushered out his family members out of his room.

"Don't lock the door!" Beth warned.

"Yeah yeah," Morty sighed.

"And hurry up, you're going to be late for school so Ricks taking you!" Oh splendid.

Morty hastily walked up to the space ship and climbed aboard, Rick already waiting for him in the vehicle.

"Hurry up, y-you l-l-little bitch! I-I need to get shit done today." He grumbled out, looking out the window. Morty closed the door slowly and bucked up while staring ahead. Rick started the engine, letting it warm up a bit.

Morty hugged his yellow hoodie closer while looking down. 'Geez, he really needs to clean his damn car, this shit is a pigsty,' Morty mentally judged, disgusted.

Bottles of beer, hard liquor, and fast food wrappers littered the floor. Morty kicked some bottles that were blocking his feet from the floor, rolling underneath the car seat, some still having its contents in it.

"M-morty, if you're going to be a f-fucking martyr about my mess then j-just, get the fuck out, you bit-urp-ch," Rick said while taking a big gulp of his flask.

"W-whatever," Morty murmured, crossing his arms. He slumped back in his seat and looked out the window, with a small scold on his face. The car levitating with a small hum in the sky. He hated how mad he was at Rick. But, he couldn't help it.

"A-alright kid, w-what the fucks the matter with you?" Rick said, pulling over on top of a roof god knows where.

"I'm going to be late," Morty murmured, still gazing out the window.

"M-morty, s-shut the fuck up about school, that's irrelevant right now. W-why are you so rude to every-url-one?" Rick spit out while the green saliva began spewing out, taking a drink out of his flask.

"I-I said, I'm going to be late, so if your just going to, y-you know, keep me here to ask your dumbass questions, then I'm leaving!" He exclaimed annoyed.

Ok, maybe that was a bit harsh, but what he did to him was way more messed up.

"Y-you l-little shit, what the fu-urp-ck is up with you! You're l-little attitude is seriously getting on my nerves. Either you tell me wh-urp-at the fucks got your panties in a twist o-or I'll tell your mom your depressed o-or something so she can, I-I don't know, t-take you to a freaking therapist or some shit." Rick threatened, crossing his arms.

Morty sighed. He did not want to do this right now.

"Fine," Morty said in a annoyed tone.

"S-see kid? Wasn't s-so hard now was it—" Rick was cut off by a huff.

"D-do what ever you wanna do, Rick. Ok? I-im, I'm done being m-manipulated, Rick! D-done! Do whatever, I-I I don't care," Morty interrupted.

Rick just looked at Morty in bewilderment. He raised his brow while taking a swig out of his flask. Empty. He put it back on his coat pocket and started driving again.

An awkward silence filled the car, so bad that Morty was contemplating jumping out and risking living or dying just to get out of there. The awkwardness just thick enough that it was suffocating him.

He looked at his watch, the school's bell already had rung, commencing 1st period. He was 15 minutes late but he stopped caring anymore.

Rick landed the ship, roughly parking it in front of the now abandoned school. Morty gathered his things and avoided looking at Rick, even though he could feel Rick burn holes at the back of his head.

"L-listen, Morty—" the door slamming shut, cutting off what he was about to say.

Slow footsteps were heard, heading towards the stairs. Behind him, he heard the car start back to life and a couple of seconds later, it humming away, leaving him alone.

Morty sighed, relieved he could finally breathe again.

His victory was short lived though, when a green portal opened right in front of him, startling the teen.

"W-what, what the fuck, Rick, just leave me alo—" Morty's speech was now cut off by a hand being thrown at his face, covering his mouth and part of his nose. Morty struggled, trying to wiggle out and scream for help, but whoever was holding him captive had an iron hold on him, holding on to his arm and waist.

They held harder, trying to push Morty into the portal. But Morty kept resisting, even though they squeezed harder and stronger.

Morty was going to have bruises by the end of this. And what was worse, he couldn't even see who was trying to kidnap him. What he would give to have Rick stay a minute longer. But of course he had to be bitter to him.

'That's what you get you stupid fuck! See, everything has a consequence, and now you're fucking screwed because you wanted to give someone the silent treatment instead of being straight forward!' Morty inner self scolded him.

He almost forgot about what was happening behind him. Almost. But, he felt them pushing him further into the portal, and with one last thrust, they were both thrown into the green swirling light, only a buzz was heard, indicating that they had entered the other dimension and shortly after, the portal closed. And not a second after, the bell rang, indicating that first period was over and second was commencing.

Teens poured out, walking where literally fifteen seconds ago, Morty was crying for help, now gone to God knows where.

A/N: I first want to thank all those of you who bothered to even read this crappy story. Thanks all who reviewed and shit. Also sorry for taking forever, but, I'm back. I'll update next chapter soon, it may take a while because I think I'm going to make it long but I promise I won't take too long. Ok, until next chapter!