AN: Feels train is a rolling again! Morty messes it up big time. But, they can fix it! Promise!
We are in fluff vill today.
Here comes the moment most of you have been waiting for!
Chapter Twelve:
You Did What?!
Morty was up. He still had tear stains on his cheeks from yesterday. Morty was gonna do it. He has no choice.
Rick woke up. He yawned and waited for the cells to drop. He just wanted this over and done with already. Rick was already cracking. What the hell more did she want?
Veronica dropped them early. Rick was sent to a different room and Morty was on his own.
Rick was restrained. He wasn't tortured yet, but he realized something. Morty wouldn't let him just sit there and take it. Morty would help him, or fight. He needed to get the hell out of there.
"Get ready to fucking pay!" Veronica pressed a button this time, and the same machine she uses on Rick was stuck on Morty's head.
"Good luck. You'll need it!" Veronica left laughing.
The machine started up. Great, now he was gonna have another reason to kill her.
He tried to resist. The machine was hooked up from that damn remote. If he could get it, maybe, just maybe, he could dismantle it. She left both the damn remotes on the side tables next to Rick and Morty.
"Idiot."
Morty broke one of his restraints. It was easier after that. He grabbed the remote and pressed the big yellow button. His torture was over.
Rick pulled his wrist up and moved the metal a bit. He could reach the remote. He pressed the blue button. His torture was finally over.
They had to find each other. Which was the hard part. They had been across the way from each other this time. Last time would have been easier.
Morty ran to the entrance, which the alarm went off in the process. Now he's fucking screwed. He used a wall jumping technique to get passed the guards. Morty had to find Rick.
"Where the hell are you?!"
A hoard of guards held Morty at gunpoint. He took out his dagger when more of them came. "Damn you Veronica!" Morty kick the first few in the balls. The other ones, he stabbed until they all dropped.
Rick finally got to the entrance. He saw a crap ton of guards dead on the floor.
Morty emerged from the pile. He was covered head to toe in gromflomite blood. "GROOOSSS!" Morty wiped off what he could. This crap was sticky. What, did they have fucking high as shit blood sugar? Jeez.
Rick finally noticed Morty. He was so happy to see that Morty wasn't dead. "MORTY!" Rick ran to him, tears trailing down his face.
"RICK!" Morty came rushing to Rick. He had tears streaming his face.
They didn't stop running when they finally hugged each other.
Rick pulled back, tears streaming down his cheeks. Morty wiped Rick's tears off his cheeks. Rick put his hands on Morty's shoulders.
Morty felt Rick's hands grow tighter. Morty moved his hands onto his back. Morty pulled Rick into a tight hug.
Rick hugged him back, equally tight. He realized that he was only at peace when Morty was with him. And he wasn't cracking, or stooping down to petty crying.
"What are you even doing here?!" Rick pulled back from the hug, and stood up.
"I-I…. I came for you, Rick. I can't protect anyone, I-I need you... Please come back with me." Morty looked down, trying to not to cry, but failed.
Rick kneeled again. He cupped his face and wiped the tears away. "I-I will. I promise." Rick lifted his grandson up.
Morty clung onto him.
Both of them noticed the guards coming. "You have gotta be kidding me!" They both had no idea what to do.
"Do you have a plan, Rick?" Morty asked watching the guards close in on them.
"I got nothing. Any ideas? I'm all for them." Rick put him down.
That gave Morty an idea. "Rick, I think I got an idea." Morty looked up at Rick.
Morty popped his knuckles and the wrist part of the power armor covered up to his elbow. "I'll explain this later."
Rick was amazed. He never thought the socially awkward fourteen year old would become this. He was so proud of Morty.
Morty was shooting ten guards per millisecond. It felt…. Amazing to fight guards. And kill them.
"Ericka, I need back up." Morty was freaking out on the inside, but played it cool on the outside.
Over the phone, Ericka sounded… More cheerful than usual or what he thought was more cheerful.
They were getting the hell out of there. Whether Veronica likes it or not.
AN: Here we go! Time to kick ass and get outta there! The ship gets real in the next chapter and there might be a mini cliffhanger.
Stay Schwifty my friends!