Season 1, Episode 2: The Problem of Summer
Reimu Sanchez was once again in the Smith Residence, now dressed in her casual clothes once more. Since Beth and Jerry spent most of their time at home arguing, she has taken responsibility for taking care of their house and their children for them. If she was honest, then doing chores was rather calming compared to the dysfunctional nature of the Smith family. As she was cleaning the dishes, she saw a familiar dog walk towards her.
"Oh, hey Snuffles! How are you doing?" Reimu happily chirped. The small, white-furred dog did nothing but sit down next to her, looking at the young woman with his soft, brown eyes as he tilted his head and grunted. "Oh, yeah. You're hungry again, aren't you, bud? The good news is I'm almost done with the dishes. Or maybe it's because you want to go outside again or something? What do you say?"
Snuffles merely let out an unintelligible howl at Reimu.
"Yeah, me too buddy. Grampa's been rather crazy lately. So far, I wasn't able to get Morty out of his whacky adventures, and I know for certain that your so-called owners aren't helping. The solution they tried to force on him was outright selfish, especially considering they ignored things like money and permission, not to mention Grampa spun off my suspicions as him giving Morty education so he can continue his adventures." Reimu said. Once she put the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she put a small soap packet in it and activated it. "Unfortunately, I cannot handle everything at once, so here I am, ranting about my problems again."
Snuffles said nothing once more.
Reimu couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Snuffles. You might not be the one for words, but I can always have a talk with you, buddy." She put off her gloves and stroked him behind the ears where he liked it. "Let's get you a treat, Snuffles."
Snuffles wasted no time and immediately walked out of the living room as Reimu was about to reach for a treat, and it was there when her smile disappeared. She immediately knew where he was going. A look of worry appeared on her face as she heard Jerry speak. "Do you want to go outside?"
There was no response. "Outside?"
Suddenly, Snuffles lifted a leg and peed right on the carpet. "Are you kidding me! Come on!" Jerry yelled in rage.
"Oh my God!" Summer yelled in disgust. Reimu couldn't help but to reel back a bit
At this point, she saw Morty walk past her and into the living room. Deciding to lay low for a while, she walked right behind her cousin, yet stayed a good distance from the scene. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Your idiot dog!" Jerry yelled.
Morty looked down to Snuffles. "Oh, he didn't mean it, Dad. Did you, Snuffles? You're a good boy." Morty said, reaching out to pet the white-furred dog.
"Don't praise him, Morty. He just peed on the carpet!" At this point, Jerry grabbed Snuffles and was about to rub his face in his own pee, but Reimu yanked him away before Jerry could do anything. "Hey! Snuffles needed that!"
Reimu merely shook her head. "Needed what? I may have only lived in Seattle for only a few months, but I know for certain that this is not how you treat a dog." she said in a calm yet stern tone.
"He just peed on the carpet! He doesn't have any training!" Jerry barked.
"Perhaps that's because you didn't bother to train him." Reimu asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've caught you doing it to the poor dog three times and you never learn. Since I saw you mistreating him, I have taken it to myself to properly train and take care of him." As she spoke in a calm, yet stern manner, Reimu backed onto the recliner and had Snuffles sit on her lap and quietly pet him. "What you are doing to Snuffles is wrong, Jerry."
"Wrong!? He just peed on the carpet!" Jerry barked.
"And here you are proving my point." an aggravated Reimu stated. "I'm not the best pet owner in the world, but I know how to handle a dog better than you could." Her expression softened when she looked towards Snuffles. "I'm sorry you had to go through with horrible pet owners."
"Oh, and you're talking to him, big whoop." Jerry remarked, earning a nasty glare from Reimu which sent chills down his spine. Said chills vanished when he noticed Rick walk by, grabbing Morty by the arm.
"Hey, wait, hold on a second, Rick. You wouldn't by any chance have some sort of crazy science thing you could whip up that might help make this dog a little smarter, would you?" Jerry asked.
"I thought the whole point of having a dog was to feel superior, Jerry." Rick said. "If I were you, I wouldn't pull that thread."
"The whole point of having a dog is to have a loving companion, not something to feed your ego." Reimu rebutted as she got up. "No way am I letting you meddle with his mind, especially if it is for a reason as petty as him peeing on the carpet."
"Oh the hell I am." Jerry rebutted as he grabbed onto Morty's other wrist with a smug smirk on his face. "isten, Rick, if you're gonna stay here rent-free and use my son for your stupid science, the least you could do is put a little bit of it to use for the family. You make that dog smart or Reimu and Morty are both grounded."
Reimu merely shook her head at her quote-on-quote 'uncle'. "You do realize I'm a legal adult, right?"
"Oh, then Morty's still gonna be grounded." Jerry replied, still wearing a smug smirk he wore.
Summer let out a laugh as Morty let out a depressed "Aw, man!" at the remark.
Reimu looked towards her amused cousin. 'Of course, I'll still have to deal with Summer's lack of care.' If she were honest, she hated that Summer seemed to take pleasure to her brother's displeasure. She will have to deal with that behavior of hers soon. She looked at Morty. "Don't worry about Jerry, he's just being selfish. I'll deal with the whole Snuffles debacle."
"Hey!" Summer protested.
Reimu rolled her eyes at her cousin for the moment and then turned towards Rick. "Grampa, I know you're not exactly wanting to let go of Morty yet, but you should at least tell me what kind of adventure you two are going on." Reimu stated.
Rick looked at Reimu with curiosity. "What kind of reason?"
Reimu shrugged. "Maybe it is about your constant adventures with Morty. Remember the time I decided to tag along with you? It's partially out of curiosity, but… I honestly want Morty and Summer to grow up safe."
"Fuck you! Safety is overrated!" Summer replied, slamming her fist onto the table.
Again, Reimu ignored her, but this time, she put yet another mental note onto her agenda with Summer. 'First, the situation with Frank, and now, she laughed at the idea of her brother getting grounded. If I had been in the Smith residence longer, I would've definitely made sure to get rid of that behavior. It's not self-destructive, but it is problematic.' As she was thinking this, she scooped up Snuffles and spoke to him. "Well, let's see what Grampa's gonna do with Morty, then we're gonna sort the whole family problem out."
"Why the hell do you keep talking to that dog?" Rick asked.
"He might not talk, but he's a good listener." Reimu stated. The three of them entered Rick's garage, and Reimu took notice that there were some slight changes, notably the various computers displaying different dimensions. "What are these all about?"
"The multiverse is full of infinite dimensions, infinite realities and whatnot. A-a-a-*urp* and some of these dimensions are alternate versions of our own." Rick explained.
"I suspected that would be the case." Reimu stated. "Since I went into 35-C, I've suspected that there might be a lot more to the multiverse. It was more of a wonder when you'd reveal it."
"Aw geez, I didn't know there were other dimensions like that. We're not going to any of them, aren't we?" a bewildered and scared Morty asked.
"You seriously didn't bother to know *urp* about it, Morty!?" Rick asked, sounding disappointed in his grandson.
"I still haven't gotten any answers onto your adventure, but I should make it clear that Grampa has to tell me where you two are going." Reimu said, looking directly at Rick. "Right, Grampa?"
"W-why should you… do you really think we're going into one of these realities? We're not!" Rick stammered, shaking his hands to show his honesty.
"Then what's with that tiny machine over there?" Reimu pointed her thumb towards a strange, tiny machine that was held up by a small pair of tweezers.
Reimu, Snuffles, and Morty watched as Rick pulled a tiny device into their view. "W-w-what is that, Rick?" a scared yet curious Morty asked.
Rick put the device in his hand. "It's a device, Morty, that when you put it in your ear, you can enter people's dreams, Morty. It's just like that movie that you keep crowing about."
"Let me guess? You're gonna incept someone in their sleep." Reimu guessed.
"Woah, good eye, Reimu." Rick praised. "Yes, this is a dream inceptor. A device I invented to allow me and anyone else for that matter to enter the dreams of a person of my choosing. You see, Morty and I are gonna incept Goldenfold, Morty's elementary teacher to get him better grades at math."
"That sounds like cheating the system to me." Reimu said, raising a brow.
"I gotta agree with my cousin, Rick." Morty complied. "I-i-if you're so smart, then couldn't you help me do my homework?"
"Are you listening to me, Morty? Homework is stupid. The whole point is to get less of it. Besides, you don't go to school on the weekends." Rick dragged Morty to the front of the garage, where the Space Cruiser was located. "Come on, let's just get over there and deal with this thing. W-we're gonna incept your teacher. You're frustrating me."
Before they left, Reimu touched Rick's shoulder. "Grampa, be sure to text me once you get out of this dream adventure, okay?"
Rick rolled his eyes as he got into the Space Cruiser. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Don't forget to lock the door when you leave the garage. Don't want anybody to snoop around in my stuff." Rick lazily tossed a key to Reimu as he pushed Morty into the Space Cruiser before it rocketed off into parts unknown. Well, not so much.
After a few seconds, Reimu looked towards Snuffles before going towards the direction of the living room, but not before locking the door with the key Rick handed her. She looked at the Smith family with disappointment. "You people do not even care about your dog. For the time being, he'll be going with me while I run my errands."
"Hey! He was supposed to be made smart!" Jerry protested.
"And have a deranged madmutt kill us all and take over the world? No thanks." Reimu pointed out, causing Jerry to glare at her for her retort. "I can see that you want nothing more than a mindless drone, but making the dog smart would have consequences of his own."
"Whatever, you can keep the little parasite if you want…" Beth muttered.
"Urgh, consequences shmoncequences. You really know how to ruin a day, Reimu." Summer nonchalantly replied.
"That is not what I'm doing, Summer." Reimu calmly stated.
"Uh huh, well tell that to Frank Palikay after what you fucking did to him!" Summer rebutted, getting off the chair and glaring right at Reimu.
"You're still holding a grudge on me just for that?" a confused and disappointed Reimu asked. "Look, there are a lot of points that I need to traverse. First off, such a man should have been expelled as soon as he acted, secondly, he tried to cut me and your brother with his knife, among other tedious crimes, and you mourn him by cutting your own skin along with several other fangirls? We're gonna have to have a talk about this later on." She noticed Summer standing still and gritting her teeth. "Summer…?"
Suddenly, Summer reared back her fist, and before Reimu could dodge, she punched her square in the nose, knocking her back, causing her to drop Snuffles. "I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD NOW!"
Reimu got up, a fresh trickle of blood coming out from her nose, and reached out her hand, only for Summer to slap it away and run from the house. "Summer, wait!" The pain from Summer punching her nose and the stinging from the slap to her hand were now getting to her. Despite this, she was able to grab Snuffles and get up. Even Beth and Jerry were stunned at Summer's sudden brutality.
"God, that was brutal." Jerry stated.
"Well, are you two gonna… aren't you gonna talk to her?" Reimu pinched her nose to stop the bloodflow from coming out any further as Snuffles went to lick her stinging hand.
"Eh, she'll get over it." Beth nonchalantly replied.
"Damn it… you two are useless…" Reimu replied. She sighed and looked at Snuffles. "You're right. I should figure out how to deal with this problem before it gets any worse." She managed to get up, grab Snuffles, and look towards her aunt and uncle. "I'll be back in a few minutes… Snuffles and I have got some errands to run…"
The moment she closed the door behind herself, Jerry immediately grabbed the remote and turned the television on, smiling as his favorite channel began to play.
At his house, Goldenfold was lying on a chair, eating nachos and watching 'The Days and Nights of Ms. Pancakes', all the while, slowly falling asleep. On the television, a man was walking to a dark-skinned woman with black hair and brown eyes, who wagged her finger at him. "You don't know me!"
"Nice, Ms. Pancakes. Really nice." Goldenfold slurred. However, it didn't take soon for him to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, Rick and Morty looked to make sure he was asleep, and quietly snuck out the window. Despite Goldenfold having long since fallen asleep, the television was still on. "Next week on 'The Days and Nights of Ms. Pancakes."
Morty looked to see what lay beyond the screen, seeing the presumed 'Ms. Pancakes' wagging her finger against a dark skinned man with an ear piercing. "You don't know me!"
"Then let me GET to know you, damnit!" the man on the television shouted.
He saw their tongues go out of their mouths, ready to kiss one another when Rick looked at the television. "Uh-oh! Spoilers!" Quickly, he grabbed the remote and turned the television off. "I'm a full season behind."
"Wow, Rick, I can't believe we're sitting around, standing around in Mr. Goldenfold's house. It's really weird." a worried Morty commented as his grandfather put one of the Dream Incepters into Goldenfold's ear
"It's about to get a whole lot weirder, Morty." As Rick said this, he put an interceptor in Morty's ear, causing him to instantly fall asleep on the floor. Rick looked for a chair to sit on before putting a Dream Incepter of his own inside his ear, causing him to fall asleep right on the chair.
The two seemed to find themselves in a rather… unusual area. From what the two said, they appeared to be on the seats of a giant airplane. The seat itself was purple, the walls and ceiling were a pinkish-orange color, and the floor was red, complete with a rug going all the way from the front to the back.
Soon enough, Morty spotted none other than Miss Pancakes, who was dressed in a flight attendant outfit, serving a tray of Wheat Thins. "Wheat Thins." she said, looking at the isle. She soon stopped, and spoke again. "Wheat Thins."
"I'll take two." Goldenfold's voice came from one of the chairs.
"Oh, I think you've had enough, sir." Ms. Pancakes replied.
"You don't know me." Goldenfold flirted.
The two laughed, and Rick looked at Morty, holding a couple bottles of coke and a red cloth.
As they laughed, Ms. Pancakes jumped onto Goldenfold as he started bouncing her up and down. Before they could go any further with their heart-to-heart, Rick and Morty jumped out, with the former having the bottles of Coca Cola tied to his waist to appear as if they were bombs and Morty wearing the red cloth around like he were a Muslim woman. "Allah-*urp*-Ackbar! We're gonna take control of this plane, we're gonna Nine Eleven it unless Morty Smith gets better grades at math!" Nobody did move, well, unless you count Goldenfold, who stood straight up at the whole order. "I said nobody move, buddy!"
"The name's not 'Buddy', it's 'Goldenfold'. Nice to WHEAT you!" Almost as if on cue, Goldenfold grabbed the treats and threw them like shurikens, piercing through Rick's soda bottles and somehow cutting through Morty's arm, causing him to bleed.
"Take cover, Morty!" Rick warned. As he and Morty hid behind the chairs, Goldenfold drew a pair of machine guns out of nowhere and started firing bullets at them as he screamed at the top of his lungs. "Goldenfold's got more control here than I anticipated." Rick said as he looked from behind the chair. "I mean, the guy teaches high-school math. *urp* I didn't take him for an active dreamer. We've got to take him out so he wakes up, Morty but we can't get killed. If you get killed in someone else's dream, you die for real, Morty."
"What!? I can't die! I have school to go to!" Morty panicked.
"Well, school ain't an option if you're dead. We just have to plan out our next move more carefully." As Rick was saying this, he looked at Goldenfold, who was still shooting and screaming.
As she drove in her car, Reimu took out a napkin she put in her nose, frowning at the red stain that was freshly engraved on it. While her hand was now better, her nose was still bleeding. She reached into her glove compartment and pulled out a picture made years ago. She was much younger, five years old, with her hair being a royal purple color, with an outfit consisting of a simple white shirt and red overalls. In her arms was a creature a third her size at the time, a small, miniscule baby Summer Smith, wearing nothing but a diaper and a pink shirt.
'That was sixteen years ago when that photo was taken… a freakishly short good time.' Reimu thought. She smiled when she looked at the picture. "I remember when you were like this, Summer. Happy, innocent, looking up to me… all before Beth and Jerry packed up and left… I still don't know their reasoning… if only they never cut contact…"
Reimu heard some whimpering and looked to see Snuffles.
"Snuffles, it was years until I reunited with Summer. I expected many things but not… that self-centered brat that she grew up into." Reimu stated before letting out a sad sigh. "Still, years of not knowing what was going on at the other side could make a gal wonder. But I did vow to make her change for the better, and hopefully to stop stealing my bras."
Snuffles said nothing.
"Yeah, I probably shouldn't say it, but you seem like you can keep a secret." Reimu replied. "Yes, she tends to steal my bras and wear them on herself. Her justification? My own breast size. It's bigger than Beth's, too, and she states that she'll grow into them. Why? It could be a lot of things. I'm still trying to piece the mystery together. Just like the mystery involving Grampa." Reimu pulled out a list and began checking the contents. "We took you to the vet, but now we have to get groceries. Maybe I should buy the newest Mario & Luigi game for myself. What do you think, Snuffles?"
Snuffles tilted his head.
"Dream Team. I know, I haven't played it yet, and it's kinda funny considering Grampa and Morty are going into the dreams of the latter's math teacher." Reimu said. As they were driving to the nearest Target, Reimu thought back to her redheaded cousin. 'Hopefully, I can soon be able to properly talk to Summer… she's very much into holding that grudge on me over what? I don't know why she's doing it, to be honest…'
Meanwhile, back at the Smith Residence, Summer was doing what calmed her down the best: looking through her own social media. So far, she hasn't gotten anything new. No views, nothing. She looked towards a new friend application that opened up recently and eagerly grabbed it, only to see her father and cousin wanting to be her friends. "Urgh, those fucks always like to spoil my life… if only I hadn't been born in this reality."
As Summer sprawled onto her bed, an idea formed in her mind. "This… reality…" She slowly got up and thought to herself about the prospect. 'Grampa Rick and Reimu sometimes talk about infinite realities… Perhaps there's one where I'm popular and Reimu's not there to boss me around. I wonder…'
Immediately, she grabbed some paper clips and pliers and began rushing towards the direction of the garage, attracting the attention of her father. "Hey, where are you going?" Jerry asked.
"Paradise, that's what." Summer declared. She immediately rushed towards the garage and pulled onto the door, only to find that it was locked. "Heh, of course. Good thing I brought those paper clips." She proceeded to straighten out one of the paper clips she was holding and began the process of picking the lock on the garage. "Shit, this is gonna take a long time…"
Meanwhile, Rick and Morty were still in Goldenfold's dreamscape, with Goldenfold continuing to shoot. Rick poked his head out in order to talk with Goldenfold. "Goldenfold, we're coming out! We just want to talk!"
"Why should I negotiate with you!?" Goldenfold sternly asked.
"Because we're both rational adults who don't want anything bad to happen." Suddenly, Rick somehow pulled a scared and surprised Miss Pancakes out of the chair and into his arm. "And because I have a human shield."
Goldenfold gasped when he saw the person in there. "Miss Pancakes!" Everyone started screaming and running around the plane like a stampede of buffalo. A woman was crawling on the ceiling like a spider, a man stabbed himself to death with a knife and several people were on fire.
"I think I made the wrong choice, Morty. His subconscious is panicking!" Rick pointed out.
"RUN!" One of the passengers kicked the door wide open, causing everyone to fly out of the plane, including a surprised Rick and a terrified Morty.
Rick looked towards Morty, who was screaming for his life, and proceeded to slap him to snap him out of it. "Morty, look! Miss Pancakes has a parachute!"
Rick pointed over to an unconscious Miss Pancakes. She was still dressed as a flight attendant, and somehow had a backpack on her, complete with a parachute.
The two somehow 'swam' in the air towards Ms. Pancakes, waking her up. "Hey, you don't know me!" she said as the two opened the parachute, allowing for a safe fall.
Morty looked around, seeing that the landscape was made of mountains of cookies and rivers of beer, and on a conveniently-placed heart-shaped bed, Goldenfold was sitting there with a confident expression plastered onto his face. "Oh, no, Rick, look!" Morty looked to see Goldenfold fiddling with the controls, a whirring noise following with every motion he gave to his remote. "Goldenfold landed the plane, and he's created a giant mechanical arm that will pluck Miss Pancakes out of the air while he lets us fall into a giant vat of lava!"
"Pretty concise, Morty. Looks like we've merely prolonged the inevitable." Rick was about to lay his head down in defeat, but realized what he was saying. "That's it, Morty! Prolonging the inevitable! Listen, if we go into Mrs. Pancakes' dream, everything will go 100 times slower, Morty. That'll buy us some time to figure this out!"
"You don't know-" Miss Pancakes was about to shout at them, but Rick knocked her unconscious.
"All right, let's go." Rick ordered. He and Morty put the Dream Inceptors on, and immediately went on into the next dream world. However, things weren't exactly as enjoyable or as safe as they were. Miss Pancakes's dream world was a fantasy setting in a dark blue castle with blue fire surrounding it, and various creatures were busy embarking in sexual aspects.
"Oh, man, Rick, this is pretty weird." Morty lamented.
"Don't judge, Morty." Rick stated.
Amongst the sexual activities, the two see a throne with a slut wizard on his knees, wearing nothing but his underwear and his hat. The person whipping him was none other than Miss Pancakes, who was wearing a black latex suit, spiked hoop earrings, and a distorted tiara. "Okay. All right, well Look, Mrs. Pancakes is right over there. I'll just go ask her to tell goldenfold not to kill us when she wakes up."
Before Morty could go towards the madwoman, Rick put his hand on Morty's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, Morty, the trick to incepting is making people think they came up with the idea. Listen to me. If we're gonna incept Mrs. Pancakes, we have to blend. I'll talk to you after lunch."
As Rick ran off with some gnomes, a staggered Morty was trying to figure out what to do when he noticed that a tentacle was finding its way onto his shoulder. He looked back to see a tentacled monster with four breasts attempting to flirt with him before ultimately turning tail and running. As he did, he noticed several of Goldenfold's sexual fantasies attempting to greet him, only for Morty to turn them down in concession, not really bothering with paying attention to what the creatures were saying.
Eventually, he bumped into someone with impressive lingerie. Morty couldn't help but to marvel at whatever beauty owned that rockin' bod, only for said beauty to turn around and reveal a face that Morty did not want to see on such a body like this. "Summer?!"
The dream version of Summer stepped down, seemingly not recognizing her own brother. "Hey, there, stranger. What do you think of these things?" As if on instinct, Summer shook her breasts at Morty, much to his disgust.
"Ohh! Oh! Gross! Gross!"
Morty stammered back, proceeding to run away, but before he could get far enough, he noticed Rick in a revealing outfit like the others, having been held with a leash by a random masked gnome. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's the matter with you, Morty? Calm down! You're kind of killing the vibe in here."
"It's Summer!" Morty shouted.
The moment he looked at the dream version of his granddaughter doing various sexual poses, Rick immediately realized why Morty was so disgusted all of the sudden. "Aw, geez. Looks like goldenfold has some predilections so shameful he buries them in the dreams of the people in his dreams, including a pervy attraction to your underage sister."
As Rick spoke, 'Summer' crawled up to them. "Can you blame him?" She suddenly got up, getting Rick and Morty close to her in a side hug. "Come on, old man, little boy. Let's make an intergenerational sandwich."
At this point, the two of them had enough with the sexualized atmosphere of Miss Pancakes's dream and immediately wedged themselves out of the faker's grasp. "Oh, my God! Put some clothes on, for Pete's sake! This is disgusting! I can't take it, Rick!" Morty stammered out.
"Oh, my God. Put some clothes on for the love of God Summer! Put some - I'm gunna puke! I swear to God I'm gunna puke!" Rick stammered.
Everyone gasped at what the two have said, including 'Summer'. A centaur sternly walked towards then, holding an axe in hand. "Sexual hang-ups in the pleasure chamber are punishable by death! Off with their heads!"
The centaur attempted to swing his axe in order to decapitate the two, but Rick managed to climb onto his back and knock him out, quickly putting the dream inceptor in his ear. "Time to go another dream deep, Morty!" The two put their own inceptors in their ears, going down another dream world. Both Morty and Rick manifested in the dream that belonged to the centaur, they found themselves in what looked like a factory area. Everything was tinted red and the centaur himself was standing in the corner, fearfully sucking his thumb like a baby.
Both were scared, and needless to say, both were very confused. "What the hell? Why would Mr. Goldenfold's dream version of Miss Pancakes' dream version of a centaur be dreaming about a scary place like this, Rick?"
Rick looked at Morty, being just as confused at this. "Geez, I don't know, Morty. Wha-what do you want from me?"
All three of them flinched when they heard the screeching sound of metal scraping against one another. A figure was letting their claw scrape against a metal pipe. Soon enough, the figure was close enough for the three to see who it really was: a humanoid figure with burnt-up skin and an attire consisting of a green sweater, jeans, a fedora, and a set of gloves with long, sharp swords attached to them. "Welcome to your nightmare, bitch!" the figure screeched, heading towards them.
"Oh, here we go!" Rick declared as Morty screamed at the mysterious person. "Looks like some sort of legally safe knock-off of an '80s horror character with miniature swords for fingers instead of knives."
"I'm Scary Terry! You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!" Scary Terry yelled.
By now, Summer has wasted two of her four paperclips and was now onto the third. "Damn it, that lock is a rather tough cookie to crack." She carefully twisted the paper clip, and after a few more turns, she heard the door unlock and quickly opened it, smirking as she did so. "Cool, well, I'm gonna snoop around because nobody told me not to today."
She walked towards the still open computer and smirked. Seriously, how stupid could they be? She checked the laptop and saw the current display on the monitor. It displayed a number; 'C-4499', and noticed a video below the words 'Portal Transportation Configuration', one displaying Rick, Morty, Reimu, and a blonde-haired, gold-eyed girl she never saw before all walking backwards. "Cool backwards walking, don't get wild you four." Summer snarked.
Summer decided to fiddle around, checking the various dimensions that were on display. "Too Asain… too primitive… way too many dinosaurs, and why are we pirates in this one?" She continued skimming until she found a reality she rather liked, one called 'Dimension C-1239'. In it, she found herself, but there was something different about her, and it was not just the fact that she was hanging out with Christina LaCroix. She was in thousands of different photos, or at least that's what Summer presumed. "A dimension… where I am popular?"
Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed someone speak up. "What the… Summer!? How did you get into the garage? What are you-"
Summer turned around to see Reimu, who had gotten better from her nosebleed, and she was still holding Snuffles, who looked at her with his unintelligible gaze. Summer merely smirked and grabbed the portal gun from the side of the laptop and shot a portal. "I'm leaving you forever, dipshit! And never coming back!"
Before Reimu could reach towards her cousin, she fully jumped into the portal and blew a raspberry at her cousin to further pour salt into the wound. As the portal closed, Reimu let out an irritated moan. "Damn it, what the heck is she trying to do, Snuffles?" Quickly, she pulled out her phone and began texting to Rick what happened. Unfortunately, that was all she could really do at the moment. "Did I make a mistake with leaving her alone?"
By now, Summer had landed on her rear end and looked around. She appeared to be in some kind of dressing hall, given the lockers on the side of the room and the mirror a few feet in front of her. She stared right back at an alternate version of herself, one wearing a yellow tank top, denim shorts, black shoes, and a necklace.
After a short, awkward moment of staring at each other, Summer C-1239 screamed and attempted to run away, only for Summer to grab her and knock her out. After making sure she was unconscious, she proceeded to switch clones with her unwilling, unconscious counterpart and stuff her in a nearby chest.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she smirked at it. Ah yeah, let's go live our best life."
They didn't know how long they were running for, but whatever the centaur was dreaming, it was surely crazy and out-of-character for whatever Goldenfold was dreaming. Not that it mattered to Morty, who was busy running for his life from the monster that was chasing them.
A, B, he's Scary Terry…
An ominous singing began to echo around the factory. Rick and Morty ran across a nearby pipe when Scary Terry peaked his head out of it, causing Morty to scream at the dream demon laughed at him.
C, D, he's very scary…
"Holy crap! We have to escape into someone else's dreams, Morty!" Rick said.
"Oh man, oh man, oh man!" a worried Morty yelped.
E, F, he'll design your death…
Rick and Morty eventually found the source of the singing. It was a little girl with her orange hair done up in two twin pigtails, green eyes soullessly gazing out on into the background, and her pink dress moving in the wind as she played with her jump rope. "The little girl!"Quickly, the two knocked her out, and put the dream interceptors in, ready to enter another dream. When the two manifested once more, they found themselves to be in a similar place, with the girl doing the exact same thing she was doing outside the dream.
J, K, he'll ruin your day…
"Are you kidding me? This again?" An angered and stressed Rick turned over to his youngest grandchild. "Oh, man, it looks like we've hit dream bedrock here, Morty."
"Oh, geez, Rick. W-w-whoa, this isn't good." a panicking Morty stammered.
"And it's about to get even worse from there, bitch!"
"He can travel through dreams. He can travel through dreams! We're so screwed!" Rick yelled, clutching the sides of his head.
By now, Summer has admired the mall around her, and smirked when she noticed several people, including the ever so popular Christina LaCroix, staring back at her. Christina being an olive-skinned girl with her poofy brown hair done in a half-shaved style as she sported emerald green eyes and an outfit consisting of a red crop top jacket, a black tank top, blue ripped jeans, and red lipstick.
Seeing the newfound popularity she had at her disposal, Summer decided to forgo the fancy greetings and go for something that is in her mind, more generic. "Sup, nerds?"
The person who responded was none other than Christina, who smiled at the person she thought was her friend. "Summer, you look amazing!" Summer smiled at the complement as she held hands with the brunette. "That sheer crop-top is so retro 90s mall kid, I live for it." She soon found herself enveloped in a hug by Christina. "You are like, perfect."
Summer became rather starry-eyed at that, seeing all these people complimenting her, crowding around her, it was everything that she wanted in life. Popularity was now within her grasp.
It felt like an eternity, but soon enough, they got out of the factory and into what looked like a deserted suburb under a hellish red sky. After taking a breather, they looked around and saw a car. Rick soon came into the driver's seat, and Morty went into the shotgun shortly after. "What are we here for again? Incepting? We're trying to incept-"
"We're trying to incept me to get an "A" in math?" Morty stammered.
"Oh yeah." Rick realized.
Suddenly, Scary Terry went up from behind them, springing out of nowhere in the back seat. "Buckle up, bitch!"
Rick and Morty screamed as they left the car. "Man, he sure says "bitch" a lot!" Morty stammered.
"You can run, but you can't hide, bitch!" Scary Terry declared.
It took a while, but when they were running, Rick stopped and hatched an idea. "Hold on, Morty. Y-you know what? He keeps saying we can run but we can hide. I say we try hiding."
Morty was confused at the situation at hand. "But that's the opposite of what-"
"Well, yeah, but…" Rick sighed. "Since when are we taking this guy's advice?"
"Hey, you know what? You got a really good point there, Rick." Morty pointed out. "Like, if the truth was that we could hide, it's not like he'd be sharing that information with us, you know? I-I-I think it's a good idea, Rick."
"Worst case scenario, we're back to running." Rick pointed out.
At any moment, she had expected Scary Terry to eventually pop out and scare them out of their hiding place in one of the many abandoned houses. However, after six hours (or what felt like six hours, she really couldn't tell how long it was going to last in the real world, or if they would come back out) passed, and they were still safe and sound, watching as the dream demon looked around from them.
"Wow, you know what? I mean, it looks like we could have just hid this whole time. Boy, Rick, that was some good thinking." Morty said in observation.
"Thanks, Morty. It's nice to be on the same page, every once in a while." Rick replied.
As they saw Scary Terry walk through one of the streets, he looked at a trash can. "You can run…" He opened the trash can. "BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE!" At this point, he didn't find anyone, and started to yawn.
"Oh, this is perfect, Morty. Look at that, he's getting sleepy." Rick said. "Just a little bit longer before he calls it a day. That's when we make our move." At this point, Morty decided to observe. He just wanted to get back in the real world.
Back in Dimension C-1239, Summer was having a blast in her new life. She had found a dimension where she was popular and took to the reins with flying colors and sheer gusto. Well, at first.
It started off with things like getting pretzels for a snack and getting things like new hats and perfume, but as time passed on, Summer began to notice that Christina laCroix was acting very much affectionate towards her, and it was definitely not the platonic kind of affection. It felt… romantic.
As they were walking across the mall, Christina decided to ask her a question. "Summer, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Um, of course?" Summer answered, momentarily dropping her insecurities for a moment. "You're like, my best friend in the whole wide world. I would-"
"Yeah, about that." Christina interrupted.
Soon enough, Summer's insecurities ran full force. 'Oh my God! She knows! She knows! She knows! Play it cool, Summer. Perhaps she doesn't know and you're just being paranoid! Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!'
"Since when are we JUST friends?" Christina added. Summer's thoughts stopped, and Christina walked over to her. "After what happened last weekend, I thought we really had something. I've been falling for you for a really long time, and when you kissed me-"
"Oh my God." Summer interrupted, too shocked at the moment to stop her words. Realizing what she said, Summer stammered as she attempted to rack up something to counter. "Can I… can I have a minute? I've got to… uh… I've got to change my tampon!" She suddenly ran away. "Real bad!"
As she ran, she began thinking to herself. "She's gay? Of course she's gay, what else would it be?"
Meanwhile, back in the fourth tier of Goldenfold's dream, Scary Terry has walked towards his house, with Rick and Morty sneaking not too far behind him. The two were honestly surprised at Scary Terry's house, seeing that it was brightly-colored and had a welcoming atmosphere in direct contrast to the fearful, haunted appearance of the red and black landscape around it, complete with a green lawn and white picket fence. Rick and Morty looked to see Scary Terry walk inside his house, and ultimately decided not to speak. She saw Scary Terry take his fedora off, and found that he had a family of his own, a wife and a kid that both had a similar burnt appearance and gloves with swords on them.
"Hi, honey. You're home early. How was your day?" Scary Terry's wife said.
"I don't wanna talk about it!" Scary Terry barked.
His wife scoffed as she turned around from her spot and stopped washing the dishes. "Oh, of course! You never want to talk about it!" she pointed out.
"Get off my back, bitch!"
At this point, their kid started to cry, and his wife was getting angry. "Out there. Not here."
"Yeah, I know, I know." Scary Terry said, slowly calming down before kissing his baby. "I shouldn't take my anger out on you or Scary Brandon. I love you, Melissa."
"I love you too, Terry." Scary Melissa replied.
Rick couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at his grandson. "Morty, this is perfect. After a little scary coitus, they should be fast asleep and then we'll incept him."
It took a while, but they soon saw the two fall fast asleep. Nodding to one another, they decided to sneak through the front door, being careful not to make a sound as they went straight towards the main bedroom, where they could see the two nearly naked, and for Terry himself, he was tossing and turning with a frustrated look on his face.
"Looks like Scary Terry's having a nightmare." Rick said.
"Oh, boy, Rick. I can only imagine what horrible things must, you know scare Scary Terry." Morty stammered. The two put on the dream inceptors once more, entering the dream of the dream demon ready to enter whatever hellhole was in the mind of Scary Terry.
The sound of a clock ticking, however, was something else. The two manifested in what appeared to be a traditional high school setting, and in it, a teenage Scary Terry was fearfully looking at the clock on the wall. "Oh no, I'm late to class, bitch." He then noticed something with his legs. "Oh no! I'm not wearing any pants!"
Meanwhile, Rick and his grandson were watching from afar. The two nodded at one another, and followed Scary Terry to what was supposed to be his classroom, where they saw him sitting in one of the chairs along with a bunch of other members of his species, and there was a fat individual with an old-fashioned attire consisting of a white button-up shirt with a yellow bow tie under a brown coat, some jeans, black boots, glasses, and the same clawed gloves as the rest of the Scary People.
"Ah, well, Mr. Terry, why don't you tell the whole class the proper wordplay to use when one is chasing one's victim through a pumpkin patch?" the teacher said in an aristocratic tone.
Scary Terry fumbled a bit before reaching his answer. "Bitch?"
The whole class laughed at him. "Oh, come on, Terry, you can't think of a pun involving pumpkins, bitch?"
When the teacher reared up to him, Morty stood up, coming from a seat that was conveniently behind the one that Scary Terry was sitting at. "Hey leave him alone!" Morty said.
"Yeah, this is a bunch of bullcrap!" Rick added, getting up from his seat as well. "Who cares what stupid pun you make when you kill someone? Why don't you let the poor guy say whatever he wants!?"
"Well, I never!" The teacher stumbled in his words a bit before reaching a verdict. "I-I see no reason to stand here and take this." And with that, he stormed out, not wanting to deal with the two.
After he left, Rick turned his attention to Scary Terry and spoke. "You're putting too much pressure on yourself, scary Terry. You know, I mean, y-you're perfectly scary enough as it is." he reasoned.
"Hey, yo, scary T, don't even trip about your pants dawg." Morty handed a pair of pants to Scary Terry. "Here's a pair on us, fool."
"Aww, bitch. I don't know what to say." Scary Terry replied, having been touched by this moment of kindness.
"You don't need to say anything. We got you, dawg." Morty reassured.
"You're our boy, dawg. Don't even trip." Rick said.
Soon enough, a light engulfed them. However, they all seemed to know what was happening. Soon enough, Rick and Morty found themselves in the Scary parents' bedroom and got up. Scary Terry eventually opened his eyes and looked at the two dream travelers. "Oh hey, it's you guys." he said, sounding far more pleasant and content with himself than he was when he was chasing the two.
Pretty soon, they wound up eating breakfast at the Scary Residence, and Scary Melissa commented on her husband's current behavior due to their actions. "I haven't seen him this relaxed in years."
"If you guys ever need anything, just say the word." Scary Terry replied.
At this point, the two humans in the room knew what they wanted. "As a matter of fact, Terry, there is something you could help us with." Rick said.
After a brief exclamation and a bit of getting to know the family, the two hopped on Scary Terry's back, ready to incept Goldenfold into giving Morty Smith an 'A' in math. Starting with the little girl, Scary Terry began his work. "I always hated that song!" he said, cutting the girl's head off.
The young girl woke up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as the three went to the centaur, who looked with absolute terror at the being before him. "These halves don't belong together, bitch!" With a precise cut, Scary Terry cut the centaur's human half from his horse half, killing him in his dream.
They once again entered Miss Pancake's dream, but this time, they were not disgusted, but rather determined, with the latter being relieved that the adventure was nearly over and the former with his goal nearly done. "Sex is sacred!" Scary Terry yelled, stretching his arm towards the mad queen, who stopped beating on the slut wizard to see herself getting sliced into chunks, waking up in Goldenfold's dream.
Rick, Morty, and Ms. Pancakes looked as Scary Terry turned into a rocket, heading straight towards Goldenfold's love bed. "THIS IS BECAUSE YOU DON'T GIVE MORTY SMITH GOOD GRADES, BITCH!" Scary Terry roared, slamming himself straight into the now-shocked math teacher, blowing up the love bed and causing him to wake up in the real world.
"Holy crap! God damn!" Goldenfold yelled, quickly getting up and unknowingly knocking his Wheat-Thins to the floor during his shock. The math teacher took a moment to get his bearings together as he breathed, and he quickly made his verdict on what he just dreamt. "I know one thing for sure I'm giving Morty an 'A' in math, and that's my idea. That is an original thought."
As he left to go to another room, Rick got up and looked, and Morty came shortly after. The two looked at one another and did a fist bump as a small celebration to their success before going out the window. Rick was about to text Reimu to tell them they did their job, but noticed a new text on his phone. Curious, he opened it up to see what Reimu has typed.
"Grampa, it's me, Reimu. I've come to tell you that Summer Smith has broken into your garage with a lockpick and used your portal gun to go into a dimension where she's popular, presumably to take out the alternate Summer and take her place. I'm worried about her, her mentality could kill her if she ever did something reckless. When you're done, please come back to the garage and meet me back. She took the portal gun with her and even if she didn't, I don't exactly trust myself with using it without you to tell me how."
Rick sighed and looked at Morty. "Morty, looks like your sister decided to go to… that dimension."
"Wait, what?" Morty asked.
Rick said nothing and decided to type in a response for Reimu.
"Don't worry, Reimu. We've completed our adventure in incepting Goldenfold. We'll be here as soon as possible."
Meanwhile, back at the garage, Reimu was pacing, with Snuffles whimpering as he looked at the kind girl that has been taking care of him suddenly in such a worried state. Soon enough, the two heard whirring noises, and then a thud, and then the garage opened. Snuffles let out a series of barks as he rushed over to Morty, who eagerly picked him up as the white dog started licking him.
"Woah there, Snuffles! I missed you too buddy." Morty said with a laugh as he was assaulted by a slobbery tongue.
"Yeah, I heard him say it, but my point still stands." Reimu pointed out. "To recap, Summer managed to pick the lock, find a dimension where she is popular and portal over there presumably. I forgot to close the computer so she couldn't snoop around. How she managed to figure it out, I don't know."
"What dimension?" Rick asked as he walked over towards the computer. He sighed. "C-1239. Of course."
"What's so special about it?" Reimu asked.
"Well, nothing to say the least." Rick said, rolling his eyes. "That dimension has a popular and more confident version of Summer whose life attracted some rather unwanted attention."
"From… Summer?" Morty asked.
"Bingo." Rick answered. "I had a suspicion this would happen…" He looked towards Reimu. "…and yes, I probably should've told you to close the laptop, Reimu. Now come on, make this quick. We've got a Summer to retrieve, and later, a Portal Gun app to install on my phone. It also tells when donuts are ready and hot." He opened a portal, jumping in and dragging Morty into it. Trusting her intuition, Reimu jumped in en suite with Snuffles follwing.
Once she landed, she found herself in some kind of mall. Rick looked at the little white dog in her arms. "What the hell did you bring him in here for?" Rick asked.
Reimu sighed and looked towards Snuffles with a sad smile on her face. "Damn it dog, you just can't stay away from those who showed you kindness. Whatever, at least your nose would be good for something." Snuffles started sniffing the area as Reimu scooped him up. "I'm gonna have to train you for these kinds of situations, you know that?"
Meanwhile, Summer was busy contemplating the fact that her alternate self might be a lesbian. "Okay, so this is an alternate dimension where I'm popular, but I'm gay as well? 'Lesbian Summer is so cool guys, she's awesome! She's not afraid of what anyone thinks!' I'm not saying that gay people have the easy life, that's not it!" Summer took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
"Look. this isn't all what I had expected. But…" Summer paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. "It's not that I hate it or anything, it's nice to feel wanted, and what I want is a world where I am happy. And if the gay version of me is the happiest, then I can accept that."
"I'm happy for you?" Summer snapped out of her state to find she was ranting to a dull-looking man with pale skin, dark brown hair that dropped down the sides of his head, dull black eyes, and piercings on his nose and ear. He was apparently wearing a Baskin Robins uniform over the black shirt and blue jeans he was wearing. "Look, you're holding up the line, miss. You need to move."
Summer sighed. "Oh fine." She accepted the ice cream the man gave her and walked away, putting a smile on her face as she walked away. "I hope you can find your best self too!"
"Whatever…" the employee remarked.
Summer idly scowled at him and rolled her eyes as she walked towards a bummed Christina laCroix. "Here we go. The first day of your gay, gay life." Summer lamented. She walked up towards the other teen with two cups of ice cream in hand and a strained smile on her face. "Want some ice cream?"
Christina pondered for a moment as Summer sat next to her and smiled. "Sure."
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier." Summer apologized. "I didn't know what I would expect, and I didn't know what got into me. I… sorta freaked out."
"It does make sense." Christina pointed out.
"It does?" a confused Summer asked.
"Well, yeah." Christina answered. "We haven't really been public about the whole thing yet, and with our high school standing and your older cousin currently busy with studying at Seattle University, I can understand your fear."
Summer's eyes widened at the mention of Reimu, but she kept her cool. "Oh yeah, ha ha. Definitely… my family always had high social standing… heh heh…"
"C'mere you." Suddenly, Christina enveloped Summer in a hug. "I can respect your boundaries, however long you may need it. I'm here to let you know that I am really, REALLY into you, and that's not changing any time soon."
Just as sudden as it was with the hug, Christina caught Summer by surprise by giving her a huge kiss. When they released the kiss, Summer was dumbfounded, but had one thing to say. "Wow."
Before anything else could happen, the sound of barking entered their ears. Summer turned around to see Rick, Reimu, Morty, and strangely enough, Snuffles, who was barking as he ran towards her. Morty was eating pretzels, Rick looked rather angry, and Reimu bore a calm yet disappointed expression on her face. "Summer, stop, you *urp* you can't do this! Gimme back my-" Before Rick could say anything else, Summer interrupted him.
"Oh, it's you three." Summer bore into their eyes with a cold, angry glare. "I'm sorry if this bothers you guys, but this is my fucking life now! Even though it is autumn, it's the summer of the gay Summer and I'm happy for once!"
As a shocked Chrstina looked on, Reimu shook her head at her cousin. "What you did was completely and utterly selfish and even unacceptable on many levels. You picked the lock to the garage, stole Grampa's portal gun, and all to steal the life of another you who had it better? We're gonna have to have a long talk after this."
Before Summer could retort, everyone heard another voice speak up. "Get the hell away from my girlfriend!" Everyone looked to see another version of Summer, one in the typical attire Reimu saw from Summer. She looked like she had been to hell and back with the disheveled hair and worn-out clothing, and glared daggers at their version of Summer.
Seeing Summer C-1239 enter the scene, Summer awkwardly laughed. "Hee hee, I can explain…" She was met by a saddened, confused, and even slightly angered look from Christina. Seeing that there was nothing else she could do, she immediately charged at her counterpart. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE THIS LIFE AWAY FROM ME!"
She was about to pounce when Summer C-1239 pulled out a bottle of pepper spray and a tazer to counter. "You're nothing but an idiot. You didn't think that I have a Grandpa Rick around! You're not the first interdimensional ME that I had to smack around to keep my happy life!"
"Yeah, what she said! That's low of you to steal someone else's life!" Reimu added.
Summer attempted to shake Reimu off, but Rick helped his eldest granddaughter. "Yeah, I'm sorry every other you wants to be the cool gay Summer!"
"I get it, guys! This is a universe where I'm gay and because of that, I'm popular!" Summer protested. She attempted to squirm out, but before she did, Rick spoke up.
"That's not the reason, Summer." Rick stated.
Upon hearing this, Summer suddenly froze. "Wait, what?"
The two of them let go once she noticed that Summer had relaxed, and Rick began to explain as he, Reimu, Summer, and the latter's alternate counterpart sat on the bench. "The reasoning is that C-1239 is a Beth-verse. In this reality, Beth was born with an allergy to red wine, and that combined with a few other factors, she *urp* actually grew up to become a pretty decent mother to you."
"And what does that mean for the whole family thing?" Reimu asked.
"Well, she never cut contact with you and your parents, meaning that you and Summer actually got to interact and grow up together." Rick explained. He held out his tablet, showing pictures of a younger Beth, happily raising her daughter, and sometimes being accompanied by a brown-haired Caucasian man with brown eyes, a black-haired Japanese woman with blue eyes, and a younger version of Reimu. "With your mother, your uncle Johnathan, his wife, Katasura, and your cousin Reimu all there to support you, showing up at every event they could, you became a lot more confident in yourself, and that gave you the means to be popular… and you then found that you liked girls, I guess."
Before they left, Summer took a look back to see her C-1239 counterpart kissing Christina. Both of them appeared to be enjoying their shared kiss. "So wait… what does that mean?"
"I am not sure what it means." Reimu admitted. "Perhaps it might be because you got the short end of the stick when it comes to nurturing with Beth's bad decisions in our universe. But still, that is not an excuse to steal the life of a more successful version of yourself whatsoever. That is not gonna give any sense of happiness."
As they walked out, Rick continued. "You would have to do it yourself, missie. Whatever it is, whether it be your little crush on Christina, being popular, or hanging out in malls, in my eyes, it's really depressing."
"But I like boys, and I like malls!" Summer protested.
"Yeah, and I like trunk people." Rick blatantly replied.
"What are trunk people?" a curious Reimu asked.
Before Rick could answer, Morty (who has just finished with his ice cream) asked a question. "What about the version of me in that dimension? Am I gay?"
"You don't exist here, Morty." Rick blatantly replied. Summer snickered, but Reimu lightly elbowed her in the hip to make her stop. "Not only is Beth's alcoholism the main source of Summer's unhappiness, but without it, but you are dependent on it to exist, it's honestly depressing."
"Aw man." Morty moaned.
Summer grinned at her brother's misery, but Reimu tapped her on the shoulder. "You shouldn't be cherishing your little brother's misery, and again, you shouldn't be stealing the life of another you."
"Well, what am I supposed to fucking do, anyway?" Summer asked. "It's clear that you're gonna ground me, and it is clear that I'm gonna return to my unpopular life! What the hell am I gonna do!?"
Reimu rolled her eyes. "How about instead of what you just did…" She took a deep breath and looked at Summer, not with anger, nor with disappointment, but a slightly pleading expression. "Try to be a better person, and if it is popularity that you want, you should use the available tools to build it up yourself. I might not have been the most popular person back when I was your age, but I hope that advice could suffice."
As Rick pulled out his portal gun, Summer looked towards Reimu, noticing that she was still holding Snuffles in her hands. "So what are going to do with Snuffles?"
"Well, since your parents obviously failed to raise him properly, I might take the shot myself." Reimu's hand carressed the terrier, who let out some grunting noises at the treatment. "Maybe I should keep him in my apartment and-"
"Come on, are we gonna return home or what?" Rick asked as he opened a portal.
Reimu sighed. "We're gonna have to talk about it when we return to home base." She looked towards Rick. "Before we go anywhere, how did Summer get that dimension?"
Rick sighed before burping. "It *urp* was my laptop. Now come on, haste makes waste." Rick proceeded to jump in the portal, followed by Morty, then by Summer, and then with Reimu and Snuffles coming in last.
Reimu thought back to what happened as she casually looked at her phone. "It really does look like the portal gun app really does work. Who knew?" she thought. She was sitting on a bench at a privately-owned car repair shop as she waited for her car to change.
"Aw geez, Reimu. At least we'd know when Rick's portal gun is stolen." Morty said from the other side of the call.
Reimu smiled. Before she could speak, she heard a feminine voice speak out to her. "Your car's finished with its oil change, miss!" The person in tow was a head shorter than Reimu, appeared Japanese in descent, had her wavy blue hair done in a pair of pigtails, and her blue eyes gazed at her client. Her attire consisted of a green hat with a white line on it, a pair of red scrunchies that tied her pigtails up, a greyish-brown vest with matching cargo pants, a white undershirt, yellow leather gloves, a utility belt, and a pair of black boots.
"Thanks, Nitori. You really do wonders." Reimu handed Nitori a cucumber, which she took with glee. Upon driving her car out, the blue-haired girl waved goodbye.
"Thanks for coming to Kawashiro Mechanics! Come back another day!" Nitori said.
"Woah, who was that?" Morty asked.
"You don't remember? That is Nitori Kawashiro. She's a mechanic who specializes in fixing cars. With the current car maintenance companies becoming more and more lazy these days, mechanics who are self-employed and actually good at their jobs are the way to go." Reimu explained.
"Well, why didn't I hear from her before?" Morty asked.
Reimu merely sighed. "Well, maybe it's because she just set up shop a year ago. She's also self-employed, and while they are usually better than the corporations, they are generally less known due to various stuff." She paused for a moment. "Say, since Grampa's currently asleep, you ready to get whooped in Smash Bros.?"
Morty chuckled. "Oh ho, you're on!"
"Welp, see you back at home. Bye!" Reimu said with a smile.
"See you back at home, Reimu!" Morty replied.
Reimu proceeded to hang up and began thinking to herself. "I wonder what Grampa's dreaming about, anyway…"
Later, in the dream world, Scary School had a new teacher walk in, one that had a relaxed and content look on his face in contrast to the stuffy and aristocratic demeanor the previous teacher had. "Hi, guys. I'm your new teacher for scary class. My name is Scary Mr. Johnson. Uh, actually, you know what? That's my dad's name, so why don't you just call me Scary Glenn, yeah? So, anyway, I understand your previous teacher was having you work on fundamentals of fear. Which is- what is that? You know? So, uh, here's what I say: You can't learn anything until you learn how to chill."
As Scary Glenn began playing on his drums, the class oohed and aahed, and one two of the chairs, Scary Terry was relaxing with none other than Rick, both of which had relaxed looks on their faces. "Oooh! This is how you dream, bitch." Rick said, satisfied at the handiwork he and Morty did for the guy.
To TestuChris: Well, nothing's perfect, I suppose. Still, I did a pretty good job in writing, didn't I?
To HakaseFanFic64: Well, Reimu and Sanae are both shrine maidens, and needless to say, I decided to seize the opportunity when I had the chance. I didn't give her too much in the old version, but I'm planning a lot on her backstory and whatnot in this new version. And I like ya, ready to jump right in. I've got a lot of plans going on with the adventures Reimu Sanchez will find herself in.
To Guest: Gracias.
To juandamendez27: Thanks for the support. As for your question, well… the Pacific US Coast has a lot of oriental influence in it, including Japanese communities. So, why not add some Japanese youkai considering the Pacific Coast has that inspiration, including Tsubaki Grand Shrine itself! And since it is in America, well… I do have plans for the native myths as well, though I might not be there yet.
To Singjohn: Thanks, I guess. I'm unsure how you know of it since the preboot was on Fanfiction, but cool.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. In all honesty, this adaption of Lawnmower Dog was... more so an experiment. Reimu's decisions are gonna affect some of the episodes going forward, and this chapter was me testing the waters. With the absence of the Snuffles plot, I decided to add in Issue 33 of the Rick & Morty comics, and mark my words when I will translate some more issues into the story proper. Sorry I wasn't able to gather it up in time for the Season 6 premier, I had college on my hands. I hope I managed to deliver.
Oh, and I also used this chapter to introduce more to the world, like Nitori Kawashiro, who in this continuity, is a self-employed car mechanic. If you know about who she is, well... more things will come later on. As for Episode Three, things are gonna have some changes. How different from the orignial, well, you would have to find out to see. As for the rest of Rick & Morty's sixth season, the second episode is around the corner, and with the huge shift in the status quo brought up by the first episode, are you guys ready to see what's in store? I most definetly am.
And I most definetly want to hear your thoughts. See ya on chapter three!