AN: Here comes the feels train. Choo choo! Have a box of tissues ready 'cause heartbreaks about to happen. And It's gonna hurt bad.

There will be some breakdowns happening and a whole lot of crying. So, be weary of that.

Chapter Ten:

He's Breaking

Rick and Morty had been up for a while now. They did everything that happened yesterday, just without the emotional breakdown.

Rick knew what it meant when Veronica didn't even tell the back of the line what to do. Torture was going to happen, whether they liked it or not.

Morty noticed that Rick was on edge, and he didn't know how to help him out. So, he just sat there, staring into blank space and zoned out.

Rick didn't even bother talking to him. He could see the kid had zoned out, which sounded like a great idea for the time being until they both got tortured. Rick was keen to zone out totally, and just think of ideas for other things.

Morty was thinking of plans again. His eyes turned light blue. It was like when he thought like Rick, his eyes changed colors and when he thought like an idiot, or with the tendency of Jerry, his eyes wouldn't change at all or change back to brown. Interesting.

Neither Rick nor Morty felt their cells fall down. They stopped zoning out and both left to get tortured.

Rick was in the chair. He had been restrained so many times, it wasn't even funny anymore, except to Veronica it was. That two face bitch.

Morty was restrained to a lab table. He didn't freak out. He had been on a lab table before, by Rick. Morty didn't really see anything after Veronica injected a black liquid into his arm and put an IV bag in the injection spot, like how she wasn't supposed to do it.

Morty was asleep on the table when Rick's torture had started. He felt heavy, and he couldn't talk. Great, now shits about to kill his ass.

There was all of his fears lined up to scare the shit out of him. Mr. Jellybean was first. He walked right passed him and all the other fears he had tried to attack him.

Morty took out his dagger and stabbed most of them. He ran passed a few and when he reached his greatest fear, Morty dropped to his knees and cried.

Rick was on the floor, bleeding all over the place. He was dead and his portal gun was broken. Morty couldn't get home and he had to fend for himself. Morty had a gun, but refused to use it. He hugged Rick's dead body and cursed to the sky. He was alone again, and he might even die there. Tears streamed down his cheeks and onto Rick's lab coat.

Morty woke up with tears trailing down his cheeks. Rick's torture was still going on when he woke up.

Somehow, Morty broke the restraints and walked behind Rick as memories flooded his face.

They had a memory of when time broke and he fell into the abyss. He saw the other sixty-three Ricks fighting with sixty-three other Mortys. He saw one Rick go after him and that one gave Morty the collar. He was right: One Rick out of the sixty-four Ricks sacrificed himself for him.

Morty heard what he said, breaking down.

"Be good Morty, be better than me."

Rick stared at the memory and tears threatened to pour out of his eyes.

Another memory popped up. It was when the parasites were in the house and Rick wanted Morty to shoot him if he knew that he was certain that Rick was a parasite.

"Do us both a favor and pull the fucking trigger! DO IT! DO IT MOTHER FUCKER! PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER!"

But to Rick's surprise, he shot one of the parasites instead. Morty blasted the other one as well.

The machine turned off after that. Morty saw his head slump over as tears pricked out of Rick's eyes. He let them fall. He eventually fell asleep.

Morty went back to the lab table. Veronica saw Rick asleep, though she wasn't really surprised.

Morty watched as Rick was slapped senseless by Veronica. He wanted to kick her ass and get him out of there.

Veronica smirked when she saw his eyes red and watery. She was finally breaking him.

Enough was enough. Morty got up and tapped her shoulder. His fist was halfway up to her face when she grabbed it.

"YOU DARE DEFY ME?!" Veronica tried to flip him on his back. She failed.

Morty flipped Veronica on her back. "YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH!" Morty started kicking her in the face. She grabbed his foot. She failed to flip him backwards, again.

Veronica kicked him in the stomach, sending him backwards. She got up and almost did the same thing Morty did.

"GUARDS! Take these two out of here before I kill the clod on the damn floor. NOW!" Veronica left the room.

Rick and Morty both walked to their cells. They had been put back into their spots and locked in.

"W-Why did y-you do that?" Rick asked. His voice was still shaky from crying.

"She hurt you, physiologically. I wasn't gonna let you just sit there and take it. Plus, someone wants to see you the way you were before getting arrested." Morty didn't like seeing his grandpa cry and breakdown.

"W-W-Who?" Rick looked at him.

"Morty." There was one thing he said that was true.

He wanted to see the Rick who pretended to not give a shit. The Rick who would help him from time to time and would be carefree, when he was drunk. He wanted to see the Rick who walked into his life and made it better. He wanted his grandpa back.

Rick looked away. Tears poured out of his eyes again. "H-H-He doesn't c-c-care. N-Nobody does."

Morty had to make him see the facts. "Rick, Morty is miserable without you. He drinks, punches his wall, and one time tried to commit suicide. When Summer found him the day they both left Earth, he had a gun pointed to his temple and almost killed himself. He's detoxing, but he can't stand to be apart from you." He wasn't lying.

Rick frowned. His grandson was miserable without him. He never thought that Morty would try to commit suicide. "H-He is? I-I feel s-so bad fo-for him." Rick wanted to just die now. He never meant to make Morty feel miserable. He loves him more than anyone else in this damn Multiverse.

"He feels the same way..." Morty turned away. He felt like he was about to cry. He curled into himself. He rocked himself back and forth. Morty cried and he didn't care.

All he wanted was for everything to go back to the insane adventures his parents would get mad at, Summer was jealous of and he loved to go on. No matter how insane it was or if he was going to die.

All he wanted was to go….

Home.

AN: And the feels train has stopped. Please step off and head to either to ship town, fluff vill, or feels city for more fun!

Next chapter will reveal some feelings for a certain person.

Sorry that the last chapter came out late. I had severe writer's block that usually doesn't hit me hard. But it did.

Stay tuned for the next chapter. And….

Stay Schwifty my friends!