Morty threw the box he was working on to the ground, shattering it to pieces. "Nothings working!" He spits out getting up and kicking the box against the wall. The box throws sparks all around it. An orange glow shoots up from the device and causes Morty to fall onto his back. He lands with a thud and watches the light grow and bend. Morty jumps up and grabs a baseball bat that was next to the shelf. He yells and lashes out at the box, hitting it repetitively and cursing at it, countless times.
Morty stops as a hand touches his shoulder and yanks the lab coat off of him. "G-G-Give it back! That was my Grandpa's!" Morty yells and he turns with the baseball bat in hand. Ready to swing he looks at the person behind him, lowering the bat. "I know…" A low manly voice responds as he looks down at the boy. Morty could have sworn he saw blue hair, but it wasn't. It was brown like his own.
"O-O-Oh.. Hey dad…" Morty mumbles putting down the bat. (Did you think it would be Rick? Nope. Did I get you?) Morty reaches for the coat again and puts it back on, taking out the flask, even with Jerry there. He takes a swig and walks back to the desk. "Drinking?! No! Nonononono. Not while you're fourteen, AND in my house!" Jerry yells, reaching for the flask but missing as Morty pulled it away. "Then I won't live here! I-I-I've seen how Rick leaves! I can do it too!" Morty spits at his dad, standing up. He clenches his fists in an effort to not cry. "Look. Morty. I know Rick left, and I know you miss him, but why care? He only cares about himse-" Jerry gets cut off my Morty with harsh hands being pushed against his chest.
"NO! Dad! He cares about us all! You're just too stupid to understand! GET OUT!" Morty yells pushing Jerry out. Jerry slowly walks out and huffs when out the door. "Shit on your father. I never did that because I had respect for my father." Jerry grumbles and walks away.
Morty runs around the garage, ripping things off of the shelving unit and tearing them apart. "Gotta get away… Gotta get away…. Gotta get away…" He mumbled to himself like a mantra. He didn't want to stay here for a minute more. He heard the door open after a small knock. "Go away dad!" He yelled, tearing apart the shelving unit for metal and connectors. "I-I'm not Jerry, sweetheart…" Morty tunes in to Beth at the door. Morty turns around and looks at his mum. (Sh. I'm Australian) She had her blond hair in a mess and her face had very obvious tear marks on her face. Her lipstick was slightly removed from a glass. Presumably a wine glass.
Morty stared at his mother for a minute then ran over and hugged her. She hugged back, not wanting to let go of her little boy. "Morty… Don't…. Don't go please…" Beth pleaded, still hugging the small boy. Morty thinks for a moment then nods. "I can't find his keys… so I won't…" Morty sniffles and pulls away from the hug. Beth just nods and leaves. Morty looks at the mess he's created then down at his hands. Morty feels the same stabbing pain in his head. "I'm dreaming.. The pain isn't real… I'm dreaming…" He closes his eyes tightly and grips the lab coat. "This isn't a fucking dream Morty! Open your eyes and look at me!" Morty opened his eyes suddenly and looked at the figure who looked like Rick again.
"You aren't here! I'm asleep! I-I-I'm asleep!" He yells at the figure. The figure grabs Morty's shoulders and shakes his violently. "Then wake up dipshit! HUH?! Why don't you just wake up then?!" The figure yells back, tears streaming it's face. "Y-Y-You can't be Rick…! H-H-He left…!" Morty chokes, cursing himself for crying over what he thinks is a hologram, a ghost, something that's not his Grandpa.
"Morty… Just as dumb as ever… Look I can't stay for long dipshit… Listen to me… I'm alive… I promise…. I just need you to know that I'll be fading in and out for a while… Morty, when I'm here I need you to-" Rick gets cut off. He's disappeared. He's thin air again. "Rick…? What do I do…? Rick?! RICK?! WHAT DO I DO?!" Morty yells out, falling to the floor and sobbing into his hands.