AN: So, I came back from crying my damn eyes out, and being asleep. The last chapter I wrote broke my heart and I pulled an all-nighter to finish it. This chapter will be a longer one.
No triggers this time! Yay!
Chapter Three:
Planning is F $!?ng Hard!
Morty woke up at about six in the morning. He found the files that were left after Ericka knocked on the door last night.
Morty gasped. He saw his results and saw what they wrote on the bottom. The paper read:
Morty,
You are one of the most intelligent beings in this Multiverse. If your grandfather wasn't in prison, he would be so proud. If you have a plan, please meet us at eight am. You'll figure out where we meet.
-Ericka
Morty did have a plan. He had to be there by eight, so he wanted to look decent for that meeting. He got out of bed, took a shower and wore his traditional yellow T-shirt and blue jeans.
Ericka woke up after Morty started taking his shower. Since she gave him the files, she found an extra lab coat while she was looking for anything that else she could give him. She left another note.
Morty walked in the room, looking for a hair tie. He hadn't cut his hair in two months. Though, it wasn't that long until now.
He found one, on top of a lab coat? It had a note in the pocket.
Morty,
I know by now you wanted to find your shit and can't find it so, take my hair tie. Also, I found the lab coat while looking for a hair tie. It's yours now, Mr. Sanchez.
-Ericka
Morty was premature to be called Mr. Sanc- Hold the damn phone! Ericka really had changed his name! She kept her word.
"Morty! Are you ready?" Ericka asked knocking on the door loudly. Thank God Summer wasn't sleeping near him.
"J-Just a second! Let me brush out my hair!" Morty yelled loudly. He never had this problem with short hair. No wonder Summer takes so damn long to get down stairs!
Morty exited the room. He had his hair in a ponytail, his new lab coat on, with his regular clothes on.
"Well look at you, Mr. Sanchez. All fancy and shit. Just kidding. So, do have a plan?" Ericka asked.
"I do, but you guys gotta trust me. I have to get arrested first though. And I need to change who I am." Morty explained.
"Well, are you coming to the meeting this morning then?" Ericka asked.
"Oh, I am. That's why I was up so early." Morty answered.
He was way too tired, but got up anyways to go to that meeting. Morty had to get Rick back, and kick Veronica's ass for this shit.
"We're taking the elevator. I don't have time for the stairs." Ericka said.
Morty followed Ericka into the elevator. He knew what the buttons were which was weird for him. Morty rarely knew an alien language, let alone the numbers.
Ericka pressed the button that said lowest level. It took no time at all, to reach the bottom level. It held an armory, gun range, and a training room.
"I'll go in first. They know Rick but not you, so I have to get them ready for the next generation of Sanchez to come in. Understand, Morty?" Ericka asked.
"Yes. I stay here while you prep them." Morty answered.
Ericka nodded and started walking into the room. There was all the people who would help them somehow. She saw Squanchy, Birdperson, the president of the United States, and several other people.
"Good morning. For this meeting, we have Morty Smith…. Or should I say Morty Sanchez, coming to give us his plan to save Rick. Morty, come on in!" Ericka yelled.
Morty walked in, and his heart stopped. All the people Rick and himself had helped were here. Pers, Squanch, the president, and most of the whole Multiverse were there.
"H-Hello. Well, my plan for saving Rick starts out by getting arrested. I have enough crimes on my head which are assassination, murder, illegal trading, and way more than I can list to get into the same side of the prison as Rick." Morty explained.
"Morty, your grandfather is in a part of the prison that half of us can't reach without getting killed on the spot. How do you think we can get you?" Birdperson questioned.
"That's the other part of the plan. I need to get Rick out in the open and probably kill a lot of gromflomites. We will need some back up, so Ericka, you need to come with the army and I need Summer to bring…. Council so we can kick some damn ass!" Morty yelled.
"What about us? We need some way of helping out." The president asked.
"There will probably be a war, since Veronica is going to look for me and not ever be able to find me, so…. I will need to have all of Earth to fight Federation." Morty answered.
"All right then." The president replied.
"So, is everyone in on this plan?" Morty asked.
Everyone nodded. "Good. Now, we need to prep for this plan." Morty said.
Everyone left the room to do their own thing. "You inspired them to help us out. Nice one." Ericka thanked.
"I have to go make some stuff. Maybe make another portal gun depending on what resources I have in my room. See you later." Morty walked off.
Ericka took out her journal that she had for the longest time. She wrote:
May 17, 2015
Rick's grandson has a plan for saving him and brings my sister down. She needs to die, but I love her. My insane little sister. She needs to pay for what she has done to Morty's family for splitting them apart.
Veronica has Rick, Beth and Jerry fighting way more, Summer is smoking and taking pills and Morty losing himself to depression and alcohol addiction. Morty needs Rick to keeping him from offing himself and Rick needs Morty for the same reason.
I need to prepare for the plan once it starts. I will update this page if needed.
-EG
The next chapter will explain Veronica a bit more and Morty will make the portal gun so he can go and get Rick's shit.
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Stay Schwifty my friends!