A letter to Morty

by eyeklin

Rick is gone due to a dangerous emergency adventure, and he is worried about leaving Morty alone, so he left a letter for him trying to help with some of his grandson's struggles. rated T for language, purely platonic

Good morning, morty. When you're reading this note, I'm probably gone for more than six hours, away from home for an important business. Long story short, there's something that needs to be done quickly, and you can't stick with me for this one, buddy. Putting the reasons aside for now, I'll be gone for quite a while. I struggled a lot deciding whether to leave a note or not before going though. but here I am, grandpa's writing you a dumb letter juuust like yourslef which he guessed was the better option, not quite the best but definitely better than nothing, i'm trying to fix my dick behavior little by little, if you are rolling your eyes the way i'm thinking you are, then you are a little bitch. you should be grateful, and you should mind your own shit improving it because hell, you can do better than this old man and because why not! as much as i hate and am also proud to admit, you can somehow do better than me in these kinda stuffs, like character growth and bla bla, you know, as they say, shape the jar before it's fully cooked! the main reason i'm writing this for you is because there are some things I want you to think over junebug, warp you focus around them then try to draw your own conclusion, and i know what you are thinking and duh, i also rathered it to be a face to face conversation but you just had to jerk off two times as normal this weekend thinking about that Jessica chick, whatever just don't get blind running to me crying. so, after the last shitty cake designed funeral we attended which i will never do again, and me getting arrested then blowing up the whole Citadel which was definitely not for you and Summer, you asked me something I'm not sure you remember or not, you asked why i am treated differently by versions of myself? aren't all Ricks technically the same or something, i told you yeah we are the same, but I decided that's not just it, specially when it comes to Citadel Ricks, what do you think that meant? sure I'm fucking Rick Sanchez C-137 and when I stress the 'C-137' part, then people have no other way around than stress it too or i'll need to show them why it was meant to be emphasized, it will become bold in others minds that this guy over there is not considering himself just another version of Sanchez, but specifically C-137, so he must be just as specific, I know it might sound dumb but it's just how it usually works, and that's why Citadel was a fucking piece of dog shit which I will always be ashamed that it was actually an idea of mine in other dimensions, because those Ricks?? They were seriously willing to be each other's Subordinate, worker, sidekick, porter, servant and on and on when they were literally all ME!! think how stupid it is that to look up to your ownslef thinking " oh but I am better than me in this and that so it's just fair that i be me's lapdog" well you can go fuck yourself then bury yourslef alive for all I care, and that's why i'm the Rickest Rick outta 'em. you could have a respected life being your own man and yet you choosed you are not special enough to do that, why do you think is that morty? What makes us special? there are millions of people around the world, and in other dimensions there are infinite different versions of them, there is possibly no way we can be specially special by having somthing others don't have, but there is one thing that can never be repetitive, and it's you being completely you, the exact form of your complicated charecter combination won't ever happen in the infinite realities, people are all special in their own way, a mixture of good and bad, but the magic will be done once you start to value and respect that, I may be a murderer, a bad person, a pitiful loner, but I will not ever be able to face who i am if i don't shape myslef a central character, i also won't ever be able to truly change things because my motivations will be revolved around others, and when they disappoint you which they always will, everything will be fucked up and you'll be lost once again, pushing yourslef depper into the pit. So keep your head up, I don't care if you think you are a piece of shit but you have to always keep.your.head.up, because anything you are, you are important, you're cool, you'r my kid, and you need to teach people around you to respect those and it will happen once you treat yourself the way you want others to treat you, and i promise that will just do it. i know i wasn't so nice to you all the times, but i hope you know that i don't mean most of the things i spit out on you, you'r a good kid, you are smart, and you have been through things which no snutty teenager boy other than you on your age has, Jerry can kiss my ass because there is more of my blood flowing in your veins than his, tell him that for me ok? Good buddy, you are the man of the house now, look out for your mom and sister, volunteer yourself in your math classes, beat the shit out of that Brad guy, show that red haired girl she even might not be in your league, always speak out anything you want to say and don't let anyone take away your rights, i left you a multifunctional gun in the secend drawer of your desk, in all Morty, take care of yourself till i'm back, love you kiddo

-Grandpa Rick