Stretching out my muscles with a long yawn, I slid the patio-door and spotted the usual sight of Morty nagging Rick.

"Ry," Rick greeted with a bored look as he tried to drown out Morty's voice.

"Rick," I sigh as I sat next to him, "What's up with Morty?" I said hoping it's a simple Morty being Morty thing and he could handle it without me, I really just wanted to chill for the moment.

"I wanna build a soapbox racer, but Rick won't help." Morty moaned. I would ordinarily assume this had something to do with a chick that Morty was trying to impress, but maybe, just maybe he wanted to do something wholesome because frankly we've never done anything as such, "These are our-our salad days and we're just letting them slip away!"

"Salad days?" Is that an American thing?

"He sounds like Daniel Stern from that-that-that show he narrated."

"You mean the Wonder Years? Are you pretending you don't know the name of the show but you trying to-to tell me you that remember that Daniel Stern narrated a show but you forgot the name of the particular show?" Morty snapped as he ranted to the room.

Shrugging my shoulders, I never heard of the show, "I preferred British shows," Eh, we got American shows, but they were limited, "Doctor Who and whatnot."

Rick narrowed his eyes on me as I mentioned the timelord, in the curve, the timelord was a TV show, outside the curve, they were someone who clashed a couple of times with Rick, and I tended to be too starstruck by them to ever really side with Rick.

Sue me, it was my favourite show growing up.

"Too bad it went off the rails eh, Ry?" Did he have something to do with the poor quality of the show, because I liked the Doctor? The question wasn't if Rick was petty enough to do something like that, because he was, but where would he find the time? He abhorred time-travel.

A familiar green light lit us up, and a Morty dropped to the ground unconscious.

"How about we skip all this and just build that soapbox racer?" Rick asked and I was very much up for that idea.


In the end we had decided to investigate the other Morty, why? Because Morty and his moral obligation or some such, I don't know.

"Morty. It's me Morty." Rick shook the other Morty, and the boy woke up on our Morty's bed screaming, "Calm down and tell us what happened!" Rick snapped at the Morty.

"It all happened so fast, I'm-I'm not really sure." Our Morty looked at his alternative self with pity, "There was this weird alien… it was like living goo!" The Morty exclaimed, "It got my Rick and Ryder."

The Morty leaned back with as he choked a sob, "Before Rick died, he-he said, 'It's starting' and I had to go and warn the other Ricks."

Rick looked my way and locked eyes with me, "Morty,"

"Our Morty," I chimed in.

"We need to have a talk in the hall."

"Geez! P-poor other Morty. Maybe we should order a pizza or something…" Morty closes the door behind him, "I think I know what toppings he likes, at least." Rick takes off running down the hall, towards his shabby dimly lit room.

"JESUS CHRIST! RUN, GUYS W-W-WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

"RICK!" Morty shouts out to Rick before turning to me as I roll my eyes.

"Who knows?" I've learnt not to trust any of Rick's emotions not to be a lead to some sort of elaborate set up for an adventure.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know for sure," Rick said as he grabbed a duffel bag and chucked in a load of tech into it, "but we've gotta get outta here. We gotta hide."

"Rick slow down and explain," Crossing my arms across my chest I watched as the normally unflappable man rush around in a panicked display.

"For years, the Council of Ricks has been speculating about some kind of mass extinction of the Ricks across the multiverse. I thought they were wrong, 'cuz ya know… they're idiots."

Letting out a huff, I could guess where this was going, "But since the shit-show with the council you've been monitoring them haven't you."

"Yep, and something out there's been picking us off quicker than usual, and now this Morty appearing…"

"We should prep the house for what's coming." I said evenly. Sure Beth and Summer were out for the day but even so I didn't whatever that was tracking the other Morty to linger, though Rick wanted to rely with ole' faithful.

"It's killing us," Rick replied in kind knowing what I was angling at, "if we're gone it will be all good here."

"Gone? Go where, you said that whatever this is, it's killing Ricks from every dimension."

"Now that! That I have an answer to."

Oh shit…

Rick pulled out a dusty old map of the multiverse of which we've explored, and the one which we've not yet but have kept our eyes on.

"We've spent a lot of years exploring the multiverse, Morty and in that time I discovered something… strange." Ricks eyes flickered to me for a moment before turning back to the map, "Out of every dimension I've seen, I've only ever found one that didn't have a Rick. Not a normal Rick, not a dog Rick, not some kind of sentient pizza Rick… nothing. No version of me has ever existed there."

Shit, shit, shit.

When Rick had first locked down the Finite Curve, I may have peppered in a world that had no Rick, though I figured I hid it well enough.

Rick scrolls up the map, "It's dangerous to go into a universe that wasn't made for you Morty. Like being a recovering alcoholic at a Jimmy Buffet concert."

"What's up with the reference's Rick?" He threw his duffel at me.

"We have to go Morty, you don't have to come."

"Rick, Ryder." Morty places a hand on both of our arms, "Rick, Ryder, and Morty,"

"A thousand years." We all said simultaneously.

We sat in silence for a moment, "Okay that was super fucking weird." Rick said in thinly veiled disgust.

"Yeah, I hate to agree with you with Rick, but it really was," I nodded.

"Morty look at me in the eyes, promise, promise me Morty, swear on your fucking grave. That won't ever happen again." Rick grumbled and opened a portal.

"Wow, guys, I feel like you're really making a big deal out of nothing…" Morty went slack jaw as we walked through, the vibrant and busy neon city giving off a mighty impression.

Night fucking City.

It's kinda of funny thinking that the earth that was advance in a tech sense had no Rick in it, but hey-ho, I was strapped for options and time when I had snuck it into the Curve, for the life of me, I sure as hell didn't know how it all worked, when my Rick was piecing it together, he did what he usually did, giving me a bare bones explanation on how to make use of the tech before going off to get pissed.

Though I couldn't risk filling the Curve with a number of these of world's, that would defeat the purpose of a hideaway.

"No wonder there's no Rick in this universe. I would've offed myself years ago if I had to look at this cyber-trash everyday." Rick grumbled as we walked the filled streets.

"Aw geez. I dunno, Rick, I think its pretty cool."

"It's interesting, the divergent of the base universe seems wholly noticeable," Our earth was pretty much the blueprint for the majority of them.

"Come on, I need a drink." We entered a club called After Life, though bouncer didn't even bat an eye at Morty.

Though the busty red-head at the bar did refuse to server him any of the hard stuff. Rick had gotten sloshed on the booze all the while complaining about the taste, he then tried to leave without paying.

"Sorry about my old man," I groaned and brought out a hacking device from the duffel, I then reached out a hand and waved it expectantly to the woman.

She hummed, "Are you jackin' with a hand held device," A flirty smile on her lips, not something out of the norm for female bartenders, "pretty old school." She reached under the bar and pulled out a jack-cord and handed it to me.

"Eh, I'm not into upgrading myself with tech," Bio-changes were fair play, be it powers or turning back the clock, but I didn't feel comfortable with tech in me, considering technology was always moving forward it just felt plain pointless to put in machinery in me, when a new fancy upgrade was around the corner, sort like forking out a cold-g to for a phone only for a pro or plus of the same model to come out in a couple of months.

When the bar tab was paid, I turned around to see a meat head trying to intimidate me, "Ryder Sanchez."

"Crispin," The red head behind the bar called out to the smaller man, "you know the rules, not in here."

"Exceptions can be made." Yeah that was about enough for me, in a snapshot, I reached forward and slammed him head against the reinforced glass of the bar-top, cracking it against his noggin, before bringing him up and twisting his head to the side and snapping his neck, his body dropped like a sack of potato's.

"It seems like you fuck-wits know who we are," I grunted out, "So mamacita, do the smart thing," A cold barrel was pressed to the side of my head, "Pull the trigger or look down."

The shot this close would do some damage, I was bulletproof but truma damage was still a means to hurt me, but even still, I could tank the shot, and while I'll cut her thigh open with my blade pressed against her leg.

"It seems like its not all talk about your rep." She intoned in a bored manner as she pulled the iron away from my head, so I pulled my blade back.

"My rep shouldn't exist here, nor Ricks." I sat on the stool and noticed plenty of eyes on me, not off considering what was going on, though the looks on their eyes was telling, they squaring me up, seeing if I was a score worth pursuing.

"So pray tell me, whose fronting the bounty on our heads."

Someone walked in drawing the gazes of everyone, "Hey Uncle Ryder,"

"Summer?" She looked beat up, her combat suit covered in fresh grim and scratches, though there was a soft smile on her face, she looked like she lived a hard life with her tired eyes, and short cropped hair.

My Rick and Morty were behind her.

"Rogue, I'm taking him off your hands."

"Whatever you say girl, be sure to keep your head down if your planning on stepping into the middle of this mess." The older woman said trying to appear indifferent, though her eyes softened for a moment as she regarded the wore-weary Summer. Yet when she glanced over the girls shoulder there was a hint of vitriol in her gaze, though it wasn't aimed at Rick but Morty.

Ah shit, another evil Morty?

"Uncle Ryder. Welcome to Universe 304-X. There's a lot we need to talk about."


Summer dragged us through the bustling night life of the cyberpunk world, yet the dystopia was clear now that I looked closely, with the drones and guards patrolling the streets, it seemed like a police-state or marshall law was in place, i.e. a dicator was in charge, one that knew of Rick and I despite the fact that this was supposed to be a universe without our influence.

"Come on." Summer lead us to a doughnut factory, though we weren't allowed to question it as a massive bot was rounding the corner, ready to apprehend us.

Summer repeatedly slams her fist into the metal door with a slit peekhole, "Hey! Open up! Hurry!"

Jerry's familiar face peeked out, "What's the passwo-" Not wanting to deal with his nonsense, I booted the door open.

From the force of the swing Jerry landed on the ground winded, "We clearly didn't have time for you usual shit, Jerry." I spat as we rushed in, Rick welding the door, repairing the damage I caused to it.

"It would've been quicker if you just said the password." Jerry moaned, the smuck looked exactly the same, even whine the same way.

"Fair," I said indifference as we walked past the still prone man.

"Whatever," Summer muttered, "the only thing that matters is keeping you safe." She said to us all but it really seemed aimed at Morty.

"Great," Rick rolled his eyes, "and how do you plan to do that?"

"That part's easy, welcome…" Summer motioned to a large open space, filled people and weapons, all dressed in the same get up as Summer, "to the resistance."


POV Shift

She walked through the halls of this, well to put it frank, evil lair.

She wasn't sure what took getting used to the lack of depth perception or this cockamamy cape. This universe was really into the cyperpunk chic, with her knee high boots, and odd shaped skirt that tapered up to an upside down v, show casing her underwear. Yet it wasn't anything to take a second glance at funnily enough, though she felt like she was step shy from being one of the fem fatal villains in a hocky sci-fi flick.

Though she supposed it was true enough, considering what her Morty has turned into.

"Soon enough, there won't be any Ricks left. Then what?" Her boy murmured to himself, she scarred and beaten visage was hard to look at, her failures smacking her in the face any time she glanced at him.

She gave up her old life for the promise of something more, and yet she was worse off now.

"News from the field." She reported.

"Good news I hope, mother."

She withheld the sigh, "It seems that Rick, Morty and Ryder," She cleared away thoughts of her Ryder… "Of unknown dimension have arrived and taken up with the rebels. They've been escorted to the base your sister."

"Unknown dimension?"

"The Rick and Ryder were scanned as C-137, but the Morty was unknown," Perhaps it could simply be chalked up to incompetences of their agent, he fit the bill.

"Then they've left me no choice. Activate the sleeper." Morty commanded, "It's time we put an end to this rebellion. Once and for all."


Ryder's POV

Summer gave us the tour, "And over here we have the artillery." She pointed at a shitload of weaponry, that was seriously outclassed by the shit I was carrying on me and in the bag, "C'mon. I'll show you your bunks. You're probably tired."

"Um, Summer?" Morty asked nervously as he looked around at the people staring at him with death clear in their eyes, "Why's everybody looking at me like they want to kill me?"

Stepping up to a couple that strayed a bit too close to Morty with weapons in their hands, I waylaid them with me ready to pull my blade out at a moments notice, though Rick did he his usual bit of taking the mickey out of Morty instead of being helpful in any way.

Summer sent her rebels a warning glare as she lead us away, though I did see Jerry cozy up to the folk who were tempted to kill Morty, though even if they were on the same page, it seemed that even they couldn't stand this Jerry.

Summer lead us to a conference room of sorts and the moment we sat down, she got right into it, "In this world, Morty. You're kind of a dictator."

"Emphasis on the 'dic'" Rick laughed as he leaned back on his chair.

"Wow, really? That's not cool." Morty digested what he was told.

"Our Morty has done terrible thing." Summer turned to Morty with a soft expression, which was odd considering that most of the time our Summer was pretty indifferent to Morty, "He's ruled over this city for a long time now. But no matter what happens," Summer places a comforting hand on his shoulder, "you have to remember that he's not you. Okay?"

"Except for in the way that, like, he literally is you." Rick chuckled out loud.

Summer snapped at him with outrage, "You're not helping!"

"What makes you think I'm trying to help, Summer?" Rick stood up with his usual brand apathetic annoyance, "Oh wait. I don't exist here! So you don't know me!" He pointed out, to his granddaughter of this dimension completely missing the elephant in the room, "Well, let me explain, s-something to you, Summer… I don't care."

"About what!" Summer demanded in anger.

"About anything! Literally, just pick a thing." Rick pointed a thumb at himself, "I'm just here until this whole thing blows over and then I'm going home."

"Is that really how you think this story ends, Rick?" Disbelief washed over Summer's face, "You just pack your things and go home like nothing happened?"

"This isn't my first adventure, Summer. That's how they always end." Rick said as if he was forgetting the series of shit-shows we've been through, but when things get heated he just wants to make a point.

"This isn't an adventure you arrogant piece of-" Summer's yell is cut off by Morty's.

"Guys! Come on!" Morty slammed his hands against the table, "We don't have time for this!"

"Eh, we have all the time in the world," Morty rolled his eyes at my words but I motioned for Summer to continue, "Look just explain this," Please dig yourself deeper into this hole, Sum-Sum.

"Fine." Summer groaned, "Our world's Morty isn't like yours, no offence, he's a scientific genius. By the time he was in the fifth grade he'd developed technologies that could bring military superpowers to their knees with the click of a mouse. And our world being as 'cyber-centric' as it is." Rick interjected with a cough that sounded like 'lame' though Summer just ignored the man and continued on, "With our world the way it is, this meant that our Morty quickly became the most dangerous person on the planet. He seized power and never let it go. Over time it corrupted him, drove him crazy but it wasn't enough."

"Let me guess, this supposed genius Morty tried to expand his domain and by inter-dimensional travel but he failed?" Rick said with a smug grin on his face.

Summer let out a sigh, "Yeah, since he couldn't travel between dimensions because his power out-put was so low, he needs someone who can, he needs you. And do you understand why it is such a mistake for you to come here?"

I see what she was angling at, but there laid the biggest flaw in her story, Rick and I didn't exist here, so then how in the hell was there a Summer and Morty? Something was up and I could point it out, but… Rick hasn't noticed that yet… so yeah, lets see how this rolls.

"He wanted you guys here, hence his assassin's, they were the lure, Rick, and you are the fish that got caught."

Rick digested that as he took a sip of his flask, "Bummer."


Leaning against a railing as I looked out at the overview of Summer's rebellion, it was disorganised and doomed from the start, but humanity weren't the type to cling to defeat, even when faced with the odds being in their favour.

"Look," Summer said as she appeared from the door behind me, "I know it's an uphill battle from here," Here we go, the sales pitch is the same as always, no matter whose pitching it.

Cutting her off, "I don't do the rebel hero thing any more, Summer." I grumbled out loud taking in the sigh below me.

"Bullshit, Uncle Ry," She spoke softly, "No matter the dimension, no matter what species, you're a fighter and a hero." Nope, not anymore.

I let out a chuckle, she was still trying to hold onto the ploy that there was no Rick or me here, and yet she knew me supposedly so well, "What happened to me? The me that you knew? Well the one you knew before you and your Morty came to this dimension."

"Oh shit," Rick's voice groaned, announcing himself as he walked next to me, face in hands, as he just noticed what was staring at him in the face, "If we don't exist in this universe, then how are they here?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for you to call BS on Summer's story," But with the girl trying to get me to fight her fight, I was forced to call out her phony story.

Though we were once again interrupted, as Jerry started to scream at us, "Alright everybody be cool!" Jerry had our Morty in his arms as he pressed a gun to him, "Rick and Ryder, you're coming with me or so help me god I'll blow his frickin' brains out!"

"Dad! What the hell!?" Summer cried out.

"Don't do anything stupid, Summer!"

"What, like take my family hostage?" She spat out in return.

"Jerry, you piece of shit, I was mostly indifferent to you, but gods damn this takes the fucking cake!"

"Who the fuck cares what you think!" Jerry sneered, as I was running through my mind on how to take Jerry down without Morty getting hurt, ordinarily it would be easy but Jerry was dumber than most, so that added in to the risk factor, "And this is not your family Summer! Whoever this is…" Jerry pulled the trigger, accidental considering the pathetic 'whoopsie' escaping his dumb mouth.

"Morty!" Rick cried out, before anger took over, "You piece of shit, I'll kill you!"

"Well not if I kill you first-" Jerry tried to pull out a device that if I had to guess was a bomb trigger, though considering Morty wasn't his meat shield any longer, I summoned upon the last of my vigour requiring a refill, though it was worth it, watching a my murder of crow summons to peck and nip at Jerry, killing him slow and in a gory manner.

Though maybe he or the entirety of the base was being spied on, a series of explosions hit the Summer's resistance.

"Morty's ali-"

Summer's cry was drowned out by the roaring implosion, the girl rushed forward for Morty's downed form, so I reached out and shielded Rick… as he was the closest person to me.

"Come…on… Ryder, stay with me buddy."

Blacking out for a moment, my vision was filled with smoke and fire, Rick was dragging me away, though he was forced to stop, as a group of goons and a scarred Morty appeared in front of him, "What a freakin' disappointment."

"Shit…"

I blacked out once again just as the Morty subdued Rick, and his droned took a hold of me.

"Welcome to my world, Uncle Ryder."


Geez, how long was I out for? Shaking my head I tried to get my bearings straight.

"If I had a nickel for every time, I woke up naked and strapped to a wall, I'd have two, which isn't a lot but its weird that its happened twice."

All I got was blank stares from the scarred and evil looking Morty, and Cyberpunk Beth, "What is Rick the only one allowed to do reference's?"

"Like father, like son." Well that was cutting.

"Go fuck yourself, Morty."

Morty looked at me blankly, he then cleared his throat, "You're probably wondering what we want, well you see-"

"You want Rick's portal gun."

He hummed, "Well yes, but what you don't know is-"

"Is that you're not from this dimension, but a dimension, that you, Summer, and Beth, escaped Rick," I would've thrown my name on the fire, but it seemed with Summer trying to soften me to join her fight, she had no beef with my face but just Rick.

"Yes," Morty said with clenched teeth, "But you don't know-"

"Is that your version of me, died fighting trying to help you escape."

"But-"

"You have my Rick hung up in a similar state ready to torture him, for the portal gun."

His scarred face twitched, as he tried to suppress his annoyance, he then walked out my prison, calling out over his shoulder, "Mother, deal with him."

Beth stood in front of me, strapped up to the wall, I towered her easily, which only made her sudden movement all that surprising.

Pulling herself up, she slammed herself into my bear-sized form, wrapping an arm around my neck to keep herself aloft, as she pressed her pouty lips against mine, her tongue hungrily invading my mouth, my own one was subdue and shocked by the sudden action, he tongue wrestling mine, as we swapped spit.

She then greedily pulled back, my lower lip trapped in between her teeth, as she nibbled on it for a moment.

All the while, her free hand pumped my shameful hard length.

No. Bad. Bad. Bad. Me.

I was still shell shocked as Beth, looked at me with passion clear in her one eye, "I missed you Ry-Ry."

No, bad Ryder of her dimension.

Alright no, pussyfooting around, I'm getting the hell out of dodge.


Rick's POV

"You wanna talk about why you went all Terminator back there, bud?" I asked, glancing sideways at Ryder as we stepped back into the garage. My voice came out more casual than I felt—masking the knot of unease coiling in my gut. Things had been dicey at Morty's lair, but I'd been in worse spots. I expected the usual—the bratty Morty barging in to gloat, ready to monologue and flex his power trip, maybe even get creative with the torture while trying to squeeze the location of my portal gun out of me.

Instead, the doors to my cell opened, and it wasn't some trigger-happy Morty or drone on the other side. It was Ryder.

Naked, eyes deadened, and more quiet than I'd ever seen him. His usual swagger and snark were gone, replaced with a grim determination that screamed autopilot. I watched as he moved with a terrifying precision, his body a weapon of muscle and memory, tearing through Morty's drones like they were made of paper. Blaster fire scorched the walls, drones fired off rounds like it was their last stand, but Ryder was relentless. He ducked, dodged, and dismantled every piece of tech in his path with an unsettling passiveness. No emotion, no hesitation. It was like he wasn't even there—just his body moving on muscle memory, a killing machine on autopilot.

I'd seen him in action before, but this was different. He wasn't fighting like someone trying to survive; he was moving like a predator, cold and methodical. His fists crushed metal, his kicks sent drones clattering into walls, and his eyes never once wavered from the path ahead. There was no thrill, no adrenaline rush. Just pure, mechanical efficiency.

When the Dictator Morty finally stepped into view, Ryder didn't give him the chance to spout his usual villain crap. No smug speeches, no taunting, not even a cocky smirk. Ryder closed the distance in a heartbeat, knocking the little bastard out cold before Morty could even register the threat. A swift, brutal takedown that left the kid crumpled on the floor. Ryder bound him with zip ties like he was just another broken piece of equipment, barely sparing him a second glance.

Ryder retrieved our gear in silence, his expression a mask of disinterest as he worked on fixing up the portal gun. It was like he was completing a chore, his focus unwavering but hollow. As he dressed, pulling on his clothes with mechanical precision, our Morty and Summer stormed in, guns drawn and eyes blazing, clearly expecting to launch some kind of grand rescue.

Summer looked like a warrior straight out of a dystopian fever dream, armored up and bristling with weapons. Our Morty, kitted out in combat gear that was more cosplay than practical, blinked in confusion. They were prepared for a fight, not the bizarre, anti-climactic scene unfolding before them.

"Uh, what the hell is going on?" Summer demanded, scanning the room. She'd been ready to storm the gates, but now she was just staring at Ryder, at me, at the unconscious Morty on the floor. "We thought you were in trouble."

I wanted to make a snarky comment about their timing—maybe something about our Morty finally growing a pair or Summer's overly dramatic entrance—but Ryder didn't give me the chance. He picked up the restrained, unconscious Dictator Morty like he was hauling garbage and tossed him at Summer's feet. She barely had time to react, her expression a mix of shock and anger.

"Ryder, what—" Summer started, but Ryder was already on the move, snatching our Morty by the collar and dragging him toward the portal he'd just opened.

Ryder's face was unreadable, locked in a mask of quiet fury or maybe just complete indifference. He tossed Morty through the portal without so much as a warning, and our Morty stumbled back into our garage, landing on his ass with a confused yelp.

"What the hell, dude?" Morty whined, but Ryder ignored him, striding purposefully toward his bike without a word.

"Nope." Ryder's voice was cold and clipped, shutting down any chance of a conversation. He didn't even bother looking at us. He was already elsewhere in his mind, miles away from this mess. He grabbed his helmet and swung a leg over his bike, his movements stiff and robotic.

"Where are you going?" I asked, trying to gauge where his head was at. This wasn't the Ryder I knew—this was someone else entirely.

"To drink myself into oblivion." Ryder's tone was deadpan, but there was something hollow about it, like he was just going through the motions. The way he said it, I couldn't tell if it was a joke or a desperate truth.

I tried to lighten the mood, matching his sarcasm with my own. "Now you're speaking my language."

But Ryder didn't even crack a smile. He revved the bike, the roar of the engine filling the garage before he shot out into the night, leaving us in the dust.

Morty stumbled back into the garage, looking more lost than ever. "Uh, Grandpa Rick, there's a dead Morty in my bed," he said, eyes wide and face pale.

I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose as the weight of everything hit me. "I'll deal with it later," I muttered, too exhausted to care. I glanced at the empty spot where Ryder's bike had been, the lingering echo of his departure hanging heavy in the air.

Something was seriously off with him, and I knew it wouldn't be long before whatever was festering inside Ryder came bubbling to the surface. He was on the brink, and if he didn't find a way to pull himself back, the fallout was gonna make this whole Morty fiasco look like child's play, because I'm sure as hell ain't dealing with a rogue Ryder, fuck that noise.

For now, though, I'd let him have his drink. We all had our ways of coping, sex was usually his go to but hey-ho, if he wanted to take a shine to my coping, I wasn't going to complain. And I'm sure whatever the fuck he was coping with, was better left unspoken.


A/N - Published - 2024/09/16

Yo, thanks to all for the support shown to this story.

It's pretty the first and second part of Volume Two of the Rick & Morty Comic, though with my slight spin to it.

At this point I'm still not sure about Ryder and Beth, the scene between them withstanding, though I'm leaning to no right now, them becoming a thing in between the main line Ryder and Beth.

Thought are great appreciated.