An alarm sounded to let Baker Morty know that it was time to get up and get ready for work. It was Friday, which meant he only had one more workday until he was off for the weekend. It had been a few months since he moved to the Citadel and he was the happiest he'd ever been. He had a nice stable job, and a daily routine that brought him a sense of security and peace. He got up and stretched until his back and knees gave a satisfying pop. Then he shook it out and let his arms hang there all loose and limp. He straightened up again. He went into the kitchen to make some breakfast, he was honestly still getting used to cooking for himself, he was more of a baker than a cook. He opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of eggs, then he fried them in a pan and made some toast to go with it. It wasn't much but it would satiate his hunger for now.
He finished his breakfast and went into his room to get dressed, he put on a blue button up shirt and his typical blue jeans. He grabbed his briefcase, there was nothing in it but he felt like carrying it around made him look more official. He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, the place was lively with Ricks and Morties as usual. The Citadel may be noisier than he was used to but he found that he actually enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city. He drove to Cash Morty's factory. He parked his motorcycle which had been quite handy for getting around the city and walked into the factory. He noticed several of the Ricks glaring at him as he walked to the office he shared with Floor Manager Morty. He greeted Floor Manager Morty and sat down at his desk, and turned on his computer. Today he had to go over the manpower the factory had versus the production goals the company was looking to reach.
Since it was his job to keep an eye on the working Ricks he would occasionally go look out the big window overlooking the production area and there were also cameras watching the work stations. He noticed that one of the machines hadn't been running for thirty minutes. He went to the window to see what was happening, the Ricks responsible for that machine were standing there talking and not running the machine. He heaved a sigh as he headed to the production floor. He hated this part of the job because he found it very hard to be assertive therefore none of the Ricks respected him one bit. He wished Floor Manager Morty would do this job, he was much better at it and actually seemed to enjoy yelling at the Ricks. He went to the unproductive machine and Confectioners Sugar Rick and Bag Machine Rick were laughing and joking.
"Hey I-I'm going to need you guys to start that machine back up" Baker Morty said.
"We don't feel like working right now, what are you going to do about it?" Confectioners Sugar Rick taunted him. He sighed, why did they have to be like this.
"Yea, you're just a wussy Morty we know you aren't going to make us work" Bag Machine Rick sneered. He glanced nervously at the office above them. He feared that Floor Manager Morty was watching the encounter and would be disappointed in his inability to handle the situation.
"I-I really need you to get back to work, after all y-you don't get paid to stand around" Baker Morty tried to sound more firm.
"I-I-I-I honestly you sound so stupid with all that stuttering, how do you hope to get any respect from anyone when you sound like a retarded five year old" Confectioners Sugar Rick mocked him.
"And I'm sure you don't get paid to be such a scared little wussy boy yet here you are being a scared little wussy boy" Confectioners Sugar Rick added snidely. Baker Morty swallowed hard, he wished he could have the guts to give them a blistering tongue lashing for such disrespect, but he just couldn't bring himself to even raise his voice a little.
"Hey Faker Morty, why don't you lick my balls" Bag Machine Rick jeered, earning laughter from the other Ricks.
What could he do? How could he make these Ricks respect him? He was about to reply to Bag Machine Rick's rude remarks when he heard someone loudly clear their throat. They all turned to see Floor Manager Morty standing there with his arms crossed, glaring coldly at the Ricks.
"I know you are not talking to your supervisor like that! Since you don't want to work or have an ounce of respect I'm docking your pay! Now get back to work before I dock it further!" Floor Manager Morty snapped at them. They quickly got back to work without any talking back or snide remarks.
Baker Morty sulked back to the office behind Floor Manager Morty. The more Floor Manager Morty had to bail him out, the less the Ricks respected him. He's starting to wish he had never taken this job.
"Floor Manager Morty, I-I'm sorry that you keep having to come fight my battles for me, I-I feel as though I'm making this job more difficult on you not easier for you" Baker Morty apologized as shame and embarrassment came over him.
"Are you kidding me, I love yelling at the Ricks" Floor Manager Morty said with great enthusiasm. It was obvious that putting the Ricks in their place made his day.
"But, I know that you don't enjoy yelling at Ricks, I know you are very gentle and have a hard time being assertive, and that's ok, there is a place for every personality here, I much enjoy your company, it was so lonely up here by myself, so I'll tell you what, you let me handle the Ricks and you can help me out by keeping track of the inventory, that's one less thing I have to worry about so it will be a huge help" Floor Manager Morty smiled warmly.
"S-sure I can do that, t-thank you for being so understanding" Baker Morty smiled back.
"Of course, you know us Morties have to stick together" Floor Manager Morty winked at him. Just then the door opened as a Rick covered in some brown powder came into the office.
"What can I do for you Cocoa Rick?" Floor Manager Morty asked. All the warmth and kindness had left his voice and it took on an angrier harsher tone.
"Well boss, I've been working really hard lately, and I was wondering if I could have a raise?" Cocoa Rick asked. Floor Manager Morty just stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"Not in your life, don't expect to be rewarded for doing your job Cocoa Rick, now get out of my office" Floor Manager Morty pointed to the door, Cocoa Rick hung his head and left.
The Morties got back to work, Floor Manager Morty was showing Baker Morty how to check the inventory. Thanks to technology there was a system that made keeping track of the inventory easier and when they were running low on something he could easily reorder whatever it was they were running low on. He could also walk around a fair bit more than just sitting at the desk all day. He showed him to the giant warehouse in the back that housed all their ingredients and materials that they needed to make, bag, and distribute Cash Balls. He could honestly say in the few months he'd been working here he had never been back to the warehouse. There was never a need for him to come back here. There were Ricks driving forklifts picking up pallets of materials and storing them in their proper places. Or taking pallets of material down off of big metal shelves to be used.
There was also a cold storage room for things that needed to stay refrigerated. He had a datapad in his hand. The system would tell him how much of a certain ingredient they had, but he had to also do a visual check to make sure the information in the system matched what they actually had and he had to fix any discrepancies. He liked the job so far, it kept him busy and made the time go by faster. As he rejoined Floor Manager Morty in the office Plant Manager Morty was there talking to Floor Manager Morty.
"Ah Baker Morty just in time, I have some news to share, starting next month Cash Morty is implementing a night shift, and a weekend shift, so he will be hiring more Ricks and a floor manager for the night shift and the weekend, so what that means for you two is you will now get an extra day off, you will now have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off instead of just Saturday and Sunday, but don't worry it won't affect your pay, you'll still get paid for a normal forty hour week" Plant Manager Morty explained.
Baker Morty liked the sound of having an extra day off. He sat at his desk and typed the information he had gathered into the system. Finally three o'clock rolled around and it was time to bid his job farewell for the weekend. Now he had to decide what he was going to do for the weekend. Hang out at The Chill Morty lounge? Visit Cash Morty? Well he knew for certain he was going to have to put grocery shopping on the list.
He headed home and changed into his casual clothes. He decided to go for a nice walk. He was always amazed at how mild the temperature was, it was neither hot nor cold. He found that surprising since the only thing separating them from the cold vacuum of space was a glass dome. The thought both fascinated and terrified him. The only thing he missed about his home dimension was the true sunsets, the Citadel sort of had a sky but not as vivid as Earth's was. Mostly the sky seemed to always have a yellowish orange hue to it. As he was walking past The Chill Morty he decided to stop by and see his buddy Chill Morty. The shaggy haired Morty was sitting at a bar stool of the soda bar bopping his head to some beats. He had his usual tye dye shirt and peace sign necklace on. And his half lidded relaxed expression never seemed to leave his face.
"Oh h-hey Baker Morty" he greeted with his typical mellow demeanor.
"H-hi Chill Morty, what's good?" Baker Morty asked as he took a seat and ordered a lemon soda from the bar.
"Oh you know, chillin, oh but w-we are going to have a special guest here tonight, Cabaret Singer Morty is going to be singing here tonight, you won't want to miss it" Chill Morty leaned up against the bar and gave a relaxed sigh.
"Oh yea, t-that sounds cool" Baker Morty said as he sipped his lemon soda and relaxed. It was hard not to relax in Chill Morty's presence, he was so calm and without a care in the world.
There were several Morties relaxing in a comfortable Rick free environment. Since it was still early in the afternoon the place wasn't really busy yet. Just then he saw a very familiar flashy blingy Morty come in. He wondered what Cash Morty was up to, he seemed to be searching for someone, his gaze swept across the room. Then his eyes rested on Baker Morty and he started towards him.
"Hey Baker Morty, I figured I'd find you here" Cash Morty said as he approached.
"H-hello Cash Morty, w-why were you looking for me? Is something wrong?" Baker Morty frowned.
"Oh no, nothing is wrong, I just have to run to the planet where I get my cocoa and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, don't worry we'll be back in time to hear Cabaret Singer Morty sing" Cash Morty explained.
This reminded him of the many times his grandfather had asked him to go with him on errands. Worry wormed into his belly as he thought about the many dangerous adventures they had gone on. He shook his head, he was being ridiculous, Cash Morty wouldn't put him in harm's way.
"O-ok I'll join you" Baker Morty said.
"Excellent" Cash Morty said.
They traveled via the portal gun to a place that was nothing but rainforest. Dense tangly vegetation surrounded them. It looked nearly impossible to walk without tripping. It was incredibly humid, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead. Cash Morty pulled out a machete and started hacking vines and thick vegetation to make a path for them. The big leaves on the trees dripped with condensation. Droplets would occasionally land on him and Cash Morty. The place seemed to be uninhabited; he's seen no sign of civilization. Finally as they hacked their way through the thickest of the vegetation, they made it to a clearing where the undergrowth wasn't as thick. There was a small town, with stone houses and straw roofs. It was obviously a farming community as there were several patches of land with crops growing as lemur looking people tended to them.
"Hey Remu, there's my favorite cocoa farmer" Cash Morty walked up to a lemur man that was overseeing the farmers that tended the crops. The man Remu just scowled at Cash Morty
"Why are you here!? You should go, now!" Remu snarled at him. This man was clearly very angry with Cash Morty.
"Come on Remu, don't be like that, I just wanted to reestablish our business deal" Cash Morty said.
"I'm not interested, so leave and never come back" Remu turned his back on them and with a defiant flick of his fuzzy tail he started walking away.
"Come on Remu, I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know that the Monkees were corrupt? Cash Morty ran to catch up with the lemur man now bristling with anger. He abruptly turned to face Cash Morty.
"I told you that the Monkees were corrupt with their synthetic cocoa, I told you that we were offering the best deal on fresh high-quality cocoa, but you didn't believe me! You believed the Monkees over your own cocoa dealer who had done nothing but given you the best since your business opened! You robbed our community of the percentage of profits we got from the Cash Balls! That hurt our community and reputation badly! And now you have the gall to come back here and ask me to sell to you again! You have broken my trust! our trust! I will not do business with someone I cannot trust, now do me a favor and go" Remu resumed walking away from them.
"Please Remu, I'll do anything, I'll increase the percentage of the profits you get, please let me buy from you again, I need your high-quality cocoa to make my Cash Balls, if I have to go to a new dealer the Cash Balls won't taste the same" Cash Morty begged him.
Who knew there could be beef over cocoa, Baker Morty had never seen this side of business before. He wondered why Cash Morty would change cocoa dealers if Remu did such a good job providing quality cocoa. If it ain't broke don't fix it.
"Why should I care about your lost profits? You didn't care about mine" Remu crossed his striped fur covered arms and glared at Cash Morty.
"I'm sorry Remu, how many times do I have to say that I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you or the community, I promise I'll never forsake you again" Cash Morty said. Remu stopped but said nothing, he seemed to be mulling over Cash Morty's words. Finally he released a sigh.
"I will forgive you and sell to you again, under one condition" he raised a hand to interrupt Cash Morty's profuse gratitude.
"What's the condition?" Cash Morty looked concerned.
"You must travel to the depths of the Pikku temple, rumor has it that there is a golden cat statue down there that brings the owner boundless good fortune, that will ensure that we always have a productive growing season" Remu explained the condition.
"Uh sure Remu, shouldn't be too hard" Cash Morty said.
Baker Morty was scared that this quick errand was quickly turning into a dangerous adventure. Cash Morty had failed to mention that he was on the outs with his cocoa dealer. They were given a map of the Pikku temple's location and they set out.
"You didn't mention that you were on bad terms with your cocoa dealer" Baker Morty tried not to sound upset.
"Yea, I'm sorry about that, I can take you home if you want, you don't have to go to the temple with me" Cash Morty said.
"No it's alright, I-I mean it's just a trip to retrieve a cat statue, how hard could it be" Baker Morty really hoped he didn't regret those words.
They continued on their way; a thick fog was rolling in blanketing the rainforest in white and reducing visibility. He was afraid that some forest monster was going to emerge from the fog and rip their limbs off. Who knew what lurked in these dense forests. Baker Morty was furiously scratching the several mosquito bites he had. He was pretty sure he could hear something stalking through the thick brush. What was it? A cheetah? A tiger? A bear? Some horrid alien monster freak? He glanced at Cash Morty. He was still trudging ahead unbothered by the rustling brush. He either didn't hear it or didn't care. True to the name of the forest it began to pour rain. They were soaked in minutes. Baker Morty was glad that he didn't feel cold. Just swampy and gross. Raindrops were dripping from his soaked hair and mixing with his sweat which ran down his face into his eyes burning them. Mud squelched underfoot as they continued to the temple.
The rain poured endlessly from the sky. Lightning flashed as a clap of thunder cracked overhead. Baker Morty was so soaked he felt that even his bones were soddened. His clothes and hair were plastered to his body. Mixed with the moist humidity it made it really uncomfortable to move. His feet were swimming in his wet shoes, he tried not to think about the nasty fungal infections he could get.
"Don't worry Baker Morty, it's not much farther" Cash Morty had to raise his voice to be heard over the squall.
Finally after walking up a very long flight of stairs they made it to the entrance of the temple, it looked pitch black in there, he supposed there were no lights in a temple.
"Hold on, I better get some flashlights" Cash Morty said. As he portaled home. Moments later he returned with two diamond studded solid gold flashlights.
"Man I love this thing, Ricks are good for something after all" Cash Morty smooched his portal gun before tucking it away. Then he handed Baker Morty one of the flashlights.
"Shall we?" Cash Morty asked.
"We shall" Baker Morty responded with a nervous glance into the dark temple.
They entered the temple and shone their flashlights around. They were in a big open room with broken pottery scattered all over the stone floors. Several rats scurried away from their lights. There were plenty of cobwebs. They proceeded down a narrow hallway, the endless pitch blackness was unnerving. He just knew a mummy was going to come out of nowhere and wrap him in toilet paper before killing him. The hallway went on and on and on, Finally they came to another room, there was an altar on the far-right wall with blood stains and bones on it. There were piles of bones on either side of the altar. Baker Morty gulped, he wondered what kind of horrid things were done in this room.
"Whoa" Cash Morty looked at the bones in astonishment.
"L-Let's move on" Baker Morty wanted to leave this room as quickly as possible.
They moved on, there was an opening to the left of the hallway. They shone their flashlights in it. It was a room with clay pots and long worn wooden beds filled with very old stale musty leaves and moss. There was an opening in the roof which let weak sunlight in, there was a hole maybe a foot deep directly under the opening, to collect rainwater he guessed. If Baker Morty had to guess it looked like an infirmary where they treated the sick or injured.
"Ugh this is so aggravating, we are going nowhere, we need to find a way down deeper into the temple" Cash Morty groaned.
They searched around some more, they found some narrow and steep stone stairs, they descended down the stairs. They passed a skeleton on their way down, Baker Morty gave a shrill cry of alarm which prompted hysterical laughter from Cash Morty. They reached the bottom of the stairs, the air was more stale and stuffy here. His nose burned with the urge to sneeze. They shone their lights around the open room, more bones everywhere. Was this where they stored dead bodies?
He wondered who used to live here, was it those lemur people or someone else? One thing was for sure, this place hasn't been inhabited in a very long time. They went down another hallway, there were unlit torches lining the walls. They were at the entrance to a huge room there in the middle of the room on a pedestal was the golden cat statue. But strangely the room was covered in leaves and various other flora from the rainforest. They approached the pedestal with the cat statue. Baker Morty looked around the room. There were mounds of leaf litter. It seemed strangely familiar, he's seen mounds like these before. It reminded him of…..
"Cash Morty w-wait!" Baker Morty called but it was too late, Cash Morty reached for the statue.
The mounds started moving as a green dragon emerged from the piles of leaf litter. It had spikes on its back and its scales were covered in vines and leaves. It had two large white horns on its head but strangely it lacked wings. It's lashing tail ended in a barb with deadly looking green liquid dripping from the barb. It let out an angry roar spraying saliva all over them. It was just as he had feared, this was a dragon's hoard.
"What the heck!?" Cash Morty shouted as he dropped the statue.
The dragon lunged for them, they both dove in different directions. They both bolted for the safety of the hallway. The dragon moved to block the exit, it wasn't letting its prey escape that easily. It spat a vile green liquid at them, they dodged the green spray and it splattered on the ground sizzling, it burned the leaves it landed on. It must have been acid. It was currently chasing Baker Morty, his lungs burned as he ran for his life. It swiped its claws at him. Knocking him a few feet away, he hit the ground with an oof the breath driven from his body. He felt a stinging pain in leg, he saw three long claw marks in his leg, a startling amount of blood was pouring from the wound. The dragon was looming over him snarling.
"Baker Morty! Hold on I got you, hey you stupid overgrown lizard!" Cash Morty shouted as he threw the golden statue at it. It nailed the dragon in the head, it shook its head before charging at Cash Morty.
Baker Morty struggled to his feet, he was limping now. The dragon shot a spray of acid at Cash Morty, he didn't have time to dodge all of it and got hit by some of the spray. He shouted in pain as holes began burning in his skin. Baker Morty's vision swam as he felt lightheaded from the blood loss. They were going to be killed if they didn't get out of here fast. The acid spray eroded the thick braided gold chain of Cash Morty's dollar sign necklace and it snapped in two and fell to the ground.
"My ice! You scale for brains! That was worth more than your life! You'll pay for that!" Cash Morty threw his blinged out flashlight at the dragon.
"C-Cash Morty, w-we have to get out of here" Baker Morty winced at the stinging pain in his leg.
"But it destroyed my very expensive necklace! Bling Bling Morty custom made that for me!...no you're right, our lives are worth more" Cash Morty grit his teeth in pain. He reached for his portal gun but before he could grab it the dragon head butted him which sent him flying across the room, he landed with a thud. For a frighteningly long time he lay there unmoving, oh god was he dead? Then suddenly a groan escaped his lips as he tried to get up. The dragon was going in for another attack.
"H-hey! I-I have your statue!" Baker Morty waved the statue enticingly. He had to get the dragon off of Cash Morty.
It turned its head to face him then it roared and barreled towards him. He ran but he was slowed by his limping gait. He felt white hot pain in his back as it raked its claws across his back. The force of it knocked him off his feet. He felt the hot sticky blood running down his back. It was no use, they were going to die. He rolled over onto his hands and knees but couldn't muster the strength to rise to his feet. Suddenly Cash Morty ran to his side kicking the dragon as he passed it to distract it for a moment. He shot a green portal right next to Baker Morty. He pushed him through as the dragon's teeth snapped behind them, Baker Morty passed out as he passed through the portal.
He awoke, gasping he shot up, he was on a bed.
"Hey hey hey, it's alright, you're safe now" he heard a familiar Mortyish voice say.
He turned to see a Morty wearing yellow scrubs and a white cap with a red cross on it. He looked at him with kind and compassionate eyes.
"W-where am I?" Baker Morty asked.
"You're in the infirmary, I-I'm Nurse Morty, everything is going to be ok" Nurse Morty soothed. He just realized he fainted before he saw what happened to Cash Morty, was he ok? Did he make it out?
"I-is Cash Morty ok?" Baker Morty was afraid of the answer.
"Yes, your friend is ok, he's being tended to by Doctor Rick, everything is ok, just relax" Nurse Morty reassured him.
Baker Morty sagged with relief and laid back in the bed. It was over and he and Cash Morty had survived the ordeal, he felt the sensation that warned him of coming tears. No he couldn't cry, not here, the last thing he wanted was to look like a total baby. But that was so scary he and Cash Morty had very nearly died. There was a bandage with a strange blue glow wrapped around his wounded leg and he felt one on his back.
"T-thank you" Baker Morty croaked out struggling to keep his tears at bay.
"Of course, I-I love nurturing people" Nurse Morty smiled at him.
"Well if you don't need anything else from me you are free to go home, you'll be right as rain within a day" Nurse Morty said as he left the room.
A while later he was finally able to see Cash Morty, he had the same glowing bandages covering his burns except his bandages were glowing orange instead of blue. He ran over to him and gave him a hug.
"Baker Morty I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for you to get hurt, I understand if you are mad at me" Cash Morty looked immensely guilty.
"A-are you kidding? You saved my life, i-if it hadn't been for your quick thinking I'd be dragon droppings by now" Baker Morty said.
"You know I wouldn't let my buddy become dragon droppings, I'm just glad it's all over and we're both safe and sound, I have to go change my clothes now, that scale brain ruined my twenty four carat gold threaded shirt, I oughta go back there and make a new wallet out of its hide" Cash Morty was angrily checking his now very holey shirt.
"Yea, my clothes are a loss too" Baker Morty looked at the three long tears in his pants. And he knew there were some in his shirt as well.
"I'm telling you, we are going to go back there one of these days and turn that over glorified lizard into brand new wallets, and we'll feast on his meat, I swear it" Cash Morty grumbled angrily as he portaled home.
Baker Morty thanked Nurse Morty again for helping him, then he went home to change his ripped clothes. He was going to relax at The Chill Morty afterwards. As he searched his closet for another of his signature blue shirts he realized he only had one left. He would have to go clothes shopping soon to get more blue shirts. But grocery and clothes shopping could wait. He needed to unwind. He discarded his torn clothes in the trash bin that Garbage Rick and Trash Morty emptied every Wednesday.
Then he headed to The Chill Morty. Since it was later in the evening it was busier than it was when he came earlier. Cabaret Singer Morty was on the stage entertaining everyone with some classical music. Most Morties came to hang out at The Chill Morty because it wasn't a rough atmosphere like he's heard The Creepy Morty in Mortytown was. He learned from Cash Morty that there was a Morty strip club here on the Citadel. Since there were only Ricks and Morties on the Citadel he wondered who the heck would want to watch a Morty strip show, the more he thought about it the more disturbing it became. Seriously, who would want to see Morty buns? A Morty could just check himself out in the mirror if he wanted to see Morty buns or Morty wanker. As for Ricks, why the heck would a Rick want to see Morty cheeks and wanker? That was disturbing on so many levels. He shook his head, he would not give that disturbing idea another thought. He spotted a buddy of his sitting at one of the tables. He was wearing his usual navy blue flight jacket with gold buttons and gold trim on the sleeves. And his cap with the pilot insignia on it.
"H-hi First Officer Morty" Baker Morty greeted as he joined his friend at the table.
"Oh h-hey Baker Morty" First Officer Morty responded. First Officer Morty was a rare treat, he was usually off flying passengers all across the universe with Captain Rick, he would occasionally come visit the Citadel for a while.
"I-its been a long week, this is my first time getting a break from flying all week" First Officer Morty said.
"H-how long are you in town for?" Baker Morty asked.
"A couple of days, t-then we'll be heading back out to ferry a princess to her princess gathering, i-it's a high paying job so Captain Rick is really freaking out about it, it must go off without a hitch so it puts more pressure on us" First Officer Morty said.
"Well, I-I'm sure that it will work out just fine" Baker Morty said. It was always so nice to visit with friends. He sipped on a nice fizzy cherry soda as he chatted with his buddy. Launching into tales of their past adventures.
"Y-yes that really happened to me, my grandpa wanted to get a gem from this weird stuffed animal dimension, t-this long lost stuffed animal I had, was really mad at me and wanted revenge for me losing her, I-I think that was the weirdest adventure we went on" Baker Morty said.
"Me and Captain Rick w-went to this one dimension where dogs and cats walked on two legs and humans walked on four, it was the strangest thing ever, dogs and cats owned humans as pets" First Officer Morty said.
"W-wow, that would be so strange" Baker Morty chuckled as he leaned back in his seat trying to visualize that.
Baker Morty felt a hollow pain in his stomach, he just realized he hadn't eaten since the small breakfast he had this morning. The Chill Morty only offered appetizers, no big meals. He felt like he just got there. He didn't want to leave already but he needed some food. With a quick explanation to First Officer Morty he went off in search of food. Since he didn't go grocery shopping he didn't really have anything to cook at home. And he had to be careful not to cross the city limits into Rickmond, that's where all the high-end restaurants were but Morties were not allowed in the upper-class city. He saw a place called Pit Master Morty's, he figured that was as good a place as any. He entered the restaurant; his nostrils were filled with delicious aromas. It was one of those places where you go up to a counter and order your food. He ordered some ribs, mac and cheese and cornbread. He sat down and dug in, the ribs were delicious. Driven by his ravenousness and the deliciousness of the food he cleaned the bones of all the meat. The sides were good as well.
He considered returning to The Chill Morty, but it was such a nice night that he went for a walk instead. He thought about the day he had, the dragon incident. But then he ended up in the infirmary where a very kind Morty took care of him, he really wanted to thank him properly for his kindness. Maybe he would make him some sweets, but he really needed to go grocery shopping. He failed as a baker and let himself run out of ingredients. The only store he could go to was Morty Mart which was located in Mortytown. He didn't feel safe going to Mortytown at night. The other was the supercenter Wal-Rick, but it was in Rickmond therefore he was not allowed to shop there. He would have to wait until morning.
He continued his stroll until he returned to his duplex. He sat on his small couch, he grabbed the remote and turned the tv on. He was going to check the Citadel news. It was a good way to stay up to date on happenings around the Citadel. There were three Rick news anchors, they were covering the election, they spoke of Candidate Morty giving a speech in the town square tomorrow. Maybe he would attend it. See what he had to say, Cash Morty said that something was off about him, maybe he could get a better idea of what he was talking about. Just then there was a buzzing sound to let him know that someone was at his door. It was most likely Cash Morty coming to check on him. He opened the door to greet his friend, but he was tackled to the ground before he could register what happened. He slowly opened his eyes to see who had attacked him. It was a very very angry looking Rick M-791 the Rick that his grandfather had stolen from.
"WHERE IS YOUR GRANDFATHER!?" he yelled in his face whilst pressing him harder into the floor.
"I-I-I don't know! At home I-I guess" Baker Morty squirmed as Rick M-791 pressed harder.
"You really expect me to believe that!? I know he's around here somewhere! WHERE IS HE! TELL ME NOW! I would hate to have to make an example out of you! Yes, maybe if I splatter his grandson's blood all over the walls he'll realize the mistake he made stealing from me!" Rick M-791 reached for a gun in his coat pocket. Baker Morty gulped.
"I-I swear I-I don't know where he is, I-I haven't seen my grandfather in months, he abandoned me here, I-I live here by myself" Baker Morty couldn't believe this was happening to him. How was it that Rick M-791 could find him here but not find his grandfather in his home dimension.
"Well then you know where you come from! Where is your home dimension!? Where is YOUR GRANDFATHER!? Don't make me kill you boy!" Rick M-791 pointed the gun at him.
"Ok ok I-I'll tell you, I'm from Earth, in the Alterno dimension, y-you'll find my grandfather there" Baker Morty swallowed hard. Without a response Rick M-791 got off of him and ran out the door.
Baker Morty tried to stop his legs from trembling as he got to his feet. He lied to Rick M-791 and he knew that he would soon figure that out and return. He wasn't safe here anymore, he had to leave. He quickly packed a bag. Maybe he could go stay with Cash Morty again. No, he didn't want to potentially put Cash Morty in danger. He had to deal with this alone. He hurried out of his duplex, once again he was paying the price for something his grandfather did. He checked into a motel. He kept peeking through the blinds, it was only a matter of time until Rick M-791 found him. He climbed into the bed and tried to get some sleep. But he found it hard his thoughts were racing, he jumped at every little noise. He pushed the dresser and chairs up against the doors that would provide a decent barrier, then he laid down and tried once more to get some sleep. he remembered that he still had that ring that his grandfather gave him. the thought comforted him and he finally drifted off to sleep.