Hey Guys! Crescent Rider here, and I am back with another episode of Rick and Morty! After this, you might have to wait a long time because original episodes are a bit harder to write than regular episodes.
But once those are done, I'll go back to the canon episodes, finish season 1, and you know what comes next. For that, I will make things interesting as I go by.
That is all I have to say and enjoy the chapter!
Marcus' POV
In an alien pawnshop, Rick is in the middle of an argument with the owner over a multi-phase quantum resonator which the former states that it's a broker defraculator. I couldn't care about that as I browsed through the contents of the pawnshop and Morty fiddling with a crab claw.
Then I noticed him eyeing what appeared to be a sex robot. I grumbled about whatever plan he had with that robot and continued to browse through the contents of this pawnshop.
That's when I found something that interested me. A small dusty ring box was at the back end of the shelf and pulled it out of the shelf. I'd blow the dust off of it, wipe it a few times, and open it to see a necklace with a rare but familiar gem.
I'd close this box and walk towards the counter, "Hey, how much is this box here?"
"Why? You off to marry someone?" Rick questioned,
"It's not a ring, it's a necklace, and the gem looked familiar to me," I remarked,
It had been long since this Rick replaced the dead Rick of this dimension alongside his Morty. Compared to the dead Rick, this one is by far more nihilistic, alcoholic, and crazy. As for Morty, he's the same as the dead Morty but rarely praises and compliments Rick.
When it comes down to tolerating these two, I'm adjusting especially when their actions and adventures are far more consequential and dangerous than the previous two.
Meanwhile, The pawnshop owner took a quick look at the gem's necklace, and then he moved it towards my direction, "This necklace has been on that shelf for who knows how long. But the gem is worth around... 5000 smidgens,"
"five thousand smidgens?!" Rick exclaimed, "W-W-What is that, some stone I don't know about or some scam you're trying to cheat from him?"
*Thump*
The two soon turned back to me, and what I placed five thousand smidgens upfront, "Deal,"
I'd take the box and the pawnshop owner just shrugged as he took the money from the counter.
"Seriously?" Rick questioned,
"It's my money," I remarked, "I'd buy it, wouldn't you?"
"I would... Until he admits that it's a broken defraculator," Rick stated as he frowned at the pawnshop owner,
"Fuck you," The pawnshop owner casually said with crossed arms,
"Hey, uh, Rick, um, you think maybe I could get something from this place, like a souvenir, like, just to have. Like, something cool, you know?" Morty asked,
"Not here, Morty," Rick said, "We'll stop somewhere else, because, you know, there's always another pawn shop,"
"Oh, okay. I just, um. you know, I thought that robot over there looked pretty cool, you know?" Morty suggested as he gestured his head toward the obvious sex robot,
"Oh, it looks cool, huh?" Rick questioned, "That's why you want it?"
Morty then went on about an elaborate and heartfelt conversation about Rick dying and wanting something to remember him by. Rick just listened to his obvious nonsense while I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Eventually, Rick pulls out his wallet and some smidgens, "Okay, 60 for the resonator, and my grandson wants the sex robot,"
Morty makes a derpy look while I roll my eyes at his obvious sexual tendencies. However, he would be the one to carry the thing inside the car and I was forced to share a seat with it.
Smith Residence...
As soon as we arrived, It was night and Morty had brought the sex robot to his room and became sexually active with it. I would return to my room and try my best to ignore the squeaking, muffled groans, and the obvious moan when Morty reaches his limits.
But after a full HOUR, I was fed up with it as muttered while getting off of my bed, "Ah, Fuck it!"
I went to my desk and pulled a drawer to reveal an intergalactic portal gun I'd made. (It appears much like Rick's Portal Gun, but it runs with a power cell and is inside the gun. NOT interdimensional)
After inputting the coordinates, I opened a red portal and stepped inside.
Unknown System...
In the far reaches of any galactic-ruled space lies what appears to be a large artificial planet (The Artificial Planet's diameter is larger than Earth's Moon but slightly smaller than the Earth itself). What makes this planet artificial is that it's orbiting a large planet (About the same size as Jupiter), various satellites for defensive and transmission purposes, and the overall surface of the planet is made with dark metal alloy known as Cobrum (similar to Doonium from Star Wars)
This was Utrao Vuatov, or what's known as UV-Sol-5...
On the surface of this artificial planet, it could not sustain any form of life. But within thousands of steel layers lies the cities many would consider a lawless nation yet millions of various species come and go.
In one of its many sectors, many call the Pleasure District, was a club called 'Sparks Flies Industries'. An entertainment studio which shoots, produces, and publishes the hottest and most popular XXX Rated Movies and Videos.
They provide almost all kinds of kinks in footage for all kinds of viewers. From straight virgins to degenerates who hide under their basements. But when it came to the term 'almost' it's due to the owners' standards towards certain kinks they disapprove.
Speaking of which, the owners in question happen to be high-class participants in a few movies and videos themselves and both happen to be females. The first had pale skin, purple eyes, a long ponytail that reached her shoulders, a tight black crop top, v-shaped tight black pants with a whip hanging around her right hip, and black heels.
The second has the same skin and eyes as the first, but her bob-cut hair is white with purple ends, wore a latex bodysuit with a center open like a long diamond that exposes the sides near the nipples, fishnet stocks, and matching heels. She also has a black and grey checkered fur coat over her body suit.
These two are the Sparkling Queens of their establishment, Elizia Lumnezia, and Xanthea Veylith.
(If you guys want a simple reference, Jinx from League of Legends, not Arcane, and Herzha from Cursed Prince)
After another productive night of filmmaking, the two retired to the room of their beloved suite which was everything a dominating woman would ever desire. Fine round bed to all matter of activities, illuminating lights which set the mood on various plays, and fine but unlit scented candles and a bottle of fine wine.
"Such a wonderful performance our fine performers, have accomplished, don't you think, Elly?" Xanthea said as she used one of her lashers that guise as the lower part of her coat to grab the bottle and remove the cork with its sharp tip.
"You bet it was, and let's not forget our fine crew for all the equipment, the scripts, the obvious close-ups," Elizia listed, though the last part is where she closes in on Xanthea with empty glasses and a luscious smile on her face,
Xanthea just chuckled as Elizia's face was inches away from her and she used the flat side of her other lasher to gently stroke the underside of her chin like she'd do with her fingers. She then poured some drinks into their respective glasses, cheered upon their productive night, and drank it down.
After they pulled, they simultaneously pulled their glasses away as well as sighed with satisfaction. They soon looked at each other's eyes and obviously read each other's attentions. Before they leaned in for a kiss, the door suddenly opened, "Am I interrupting?"
Elizia and Xanthea whipped their heads towards the open door and saw me standing with messy hair.
"Marcus! What are you doing here?" Elizia asked,
"A certain someone in my home was making a fuss with his new toy, and couldn't sleep a damn minute as he did his thing with that damn toy," I complained as I shut the door, and rubbed my eyes, "Now I'm here to get myself some Z's before I go back the next morning. Think you could spare me a vacant room for me here?"
"Well... We did finish today's shooting, so help yourselves with a room," Elizia said, went to get a spare key, and tossed it to me,
"Thanks," I thanked just as I caught the key, "Now I'll just go and sleep in, don't let my presence interrupt you with your fun, ladies,"
I then excused myself from the room, and Xanthea would be the first to inquire while turning Elizia's head towards herself, "Now, where were we?"
Elizia just smiled before the two leaned in and started kissing. The two continued onward with their activities on the bed while I went to an empty room to sleep quietly...
Smith Residences...
After I returned to the house, I noticed that Morty was still going at it at this time of day. As irritated as I looked, I would march my way down the stairs and join the family for breakfast.
Of course, they too were bothered except Rick as he was eating away his breakfast.
"So, we're just going to pretend this isn't happening?" Summer awkwardly asked, "I'm not saying that's a bad idea. just asking,"
"Ugh, Rick. Why would you let Morty bring that thing into our house?!" Jerry angrily asked,
"I don't know, What do you want from me? He then- he thou- he thou- he th- he thought it looked cool. You know what I mean?" Rick explained,
"Not when he uses it all the time, dumbass," I complained,
On cue, Morty comes to the table wearing only his underwear and wipes some of the sweat from his forehead. He then grabbed a carton of orange juice and drank it all down.
"Ahh. All right. Back to-back to-b-back upstairs," Morty excused himself, and continued to use his toy,
After a few minutes, Jerry stood up from his chair, "Well, I'm intervening,"
"Intervening with puberty? You'll turn him into Ralph Fiennes in 'Red Dragon'," Beth stated, "He's at that age. Let's just be proud of him,"
"Jesus, Did I really set the bar that low?" Summer questioned, while I rolled my eyes and finished breakfast,
Then Morty rushed down the stairs looking awfully in distress, "Um, Rick! Could you come with me, please? Q-quickly!"
Rick stood up from his chair and rushed upstairs upon Morty's request.
"Okay, now if we hear squeaking. We intervene," Beth declared,
"Ugh... I, on the other hand, will get to the bottom of this," I said, put my empty plate on the sink, and went upstairs.
Morty's Room
When I walked near the open door of Morty's room, he and Rick were staring at what appeared to be an orb floating around the room and bumping on the walls and ceiling.
"Where's the sex robot, Morty?" Rick asked,
"That is Gwendolyn! I-I mean, the robot," Morty said, and I frowned upon the name, She started beeping and then transformed and tried to fly away,"
"Gwendolyn? Really, Morty?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow,
"Don't judge me, okay!" Morty yelled,
"Strange that's usually the man's job, You know what I'm talking about, Morty? Wubba-lubba-dub-dub!" Rick joked while shaking his shoulders around and laughing, "Morty that's my catchphrase, remember? Remember-remember how I-how I cemented that catchphrase?"
"Save the conversation for later. Right now is better to catch whatever this thing is," I declared as I entered the room, and eyed the hovering orb,
I then lunged onto it and I started bouncing on Morty's bed. Rick would help out as well, mainly doing the same as I do and causing a much louder racket that caused the rest of the family to storm into Morty's room, "Okay, unacceptable! Oh,"
"What is going on?" Jerry asked,
Eventually, the orb breaks free from our grasp and stops in the air to dispense what appears to be a baby with half of Morty's genes and an unknown alien.
"All right, Uh-oh," Rick expressed
"Uh-oh? What is that?!" Beth questioned while the orb went to the bed and reverted to the robot,
"Looks like Morty's robot was designed for more than long weekends," Rick said, then he disabled the robot, and checked its components, "Genetic compiler, incubation chamber, Yep, This here's some kind of baby maker, and that there's half Morty, half *Burps* Who-who knows wh-what? It's my bad, guys, I'll-I'll take care of it,"
Rick pulls out his gun to dispose of Morty's baby. But everyone, even myself, got in between him and the baby.
"Grandpa Rick, no, no!/Whoa, whoa, whoa!/Dad, What do you think you're doing?!/Absolutely not!" Summer, Jerry, Beth, and I objected with arms spread while Morty kept the baby away,
"Hey, listen- you guys quarantined the house when Summer brought olives back from Mexico," Rick reminded, "I mean, this thing could grow to the size of Delaware. I mean, it might eat brains and exhale space aids. We got to be careful,"
"I lost the chance to be careful, Rick. I'm a father now!" Morty said as he held his baby close, "You know, it's time for me to be responsible. Isn't that right..."
"Don't name it," Rick advised,
"Morty Jr." Morty named,
"Oh, crap he named it," Rick complained,
"Well, Dad, it's a living thing, and it's half-human," Beth noted,
"And it was born on American soil, which entitles it to-" Jerry elaborated, but Beth stopped him from continuing, "Jerry, majoring in civics was your mistake. Don't punish us for it," Beth
"Fine! I'm gonna take this thing to my workshop and do a little bit of investigating," Rick declared and hoisted the sex robot onto his arms, "Do not let that thing out of your sight! It looks harmless now, but it could grow into something dangerous,"
"Like the Insane Clown Posse," Jerry jokingly remarked,
"Yeah, Good one, Jerry," Rick sarcastically said, "2003 just called, It wants its easy target back,"
"Ohh, He's like a little me!" Morty cooed at his newborn son, "Y-you don't think he'll turn into a monster... do you?"
"They always do," Beth clarified,
"Figuratively, and quite literally in this case," I added,
"Hey, uh, 1995 called! They want their 'Certain year called wanting its 'blank' back' Formula back!" Jerry stated even though Rick wasn't in earshot,
"Why, Jerry? Why expend the effort?" Beth questioned,
"Life is effort, and I'll stop when I die!" Jerry yelled,
"Well you're little effort isn't worth shit when that person isn't here," I clarified, then I glanced at the baby in Morty's face,
I just stared especially when the baby giggled while looking at me. It was brief, then I shook my head and walked down the stairs to clean up the table.
Hours Later...
After I've washed all the plates, tableware, and glasses. I checked on Rick at his garage and was nowhere to be seen. I wouldn't complain about his disappearance and set my sights on the dismantled sex robot.
Though Rick had listed the components before, I was curious about where this robot came more. When I checked on Rick's computer, I soon learned that this robot's point of origin was in Gazorpazorp in the Andromeda System.
"Great, the child's half Gazorpian and a boy to boot," I complained as I know the full-on nature of a Male Gazorpian,
I'd check the time on my watch and noticed that it had been a few hours since Morty Jr. was born. A few more and that boy would continue to grow until it reached adulthood, something that concerns me especially when it's half human.
Still, it'd be better if I set myself as a good example for Morty Jr. than despise and kill me when he reached adulthood. But before I went, I took a few components and the memory drive from the sex robot and stored them inside my watch. However, I would thoroughly clean the former due to Morty's loads.
As I was about to reach the living room, I heard Jerry scream and checked. Apparently, the baby had puked onto his shirt and I'd lying to myself if I didn't enjoy the sight of it. Still, I wasn't going to let anything burn up in the house, so I grabbed a glass full of water, entered the living room, and doused the flames on Jerry's shirt.
"I don't expect any thanks from you, Jerry. I just don't want the house to burn," I bluntly said,
"Listen to me, I am not rewarding this behavior," Beth said as she held Morty Jr.
"Knock it off, both of you!" Morty yelled, "G-Give me him! Give me my baby. You're both nuts!"
"Lay off them, Morty. This is their first time with a grandchild, and it's completely unplanned for with your little acts," I lectured,
"Whatever! I'm gonna raise Morty Jr, myself," Morty declared, and turned on the tv,
As soon as a pathetic excuse of a child program turned up, I knew that things were going sideways with this, "Well... This won't end well,"
"Oh you are going to ruin that child," Jerry remarked,
"At least we can agree on that," Beth agreed,
A Few Minutes Later...
Morty Jr. had grown a lot quicker than expected and began walking his first few steps. I just sat on the couch watching him while Morty doted to him, "Oh, Morty Jr,! You're gonna be a special little guy, aren't you?"
I rolled my eyes over such treatment, especially when Morty started lifting his baby with his feet. But something new would happen with Morty Jr. "Da,"
"What was that, Morty Jr.? Were you gonna say, Dada?" Morty excitingly asked, "Say, 'Dada'"
"Death!" Morty Jr. happily shouted,
Morty's excitement soon vanished after he heard Morty Jr.'s first word, "Say dada"
"Damnation!" Morty Jr. shouted,
"Um... Dada?" Morty repeated while having his son stand on two feet,
"Destruction, Domination!" Morty Jr. said,
I whistled upon Morty Jr.'s progress in speech while Jerry, who was sitting on his recliner chair with a newspaper, had one thing to say in the matter, "Nice..."
Not a moment later, I heard Morty Jr.'s stomach grumble and he just giggled, "Hungry,"
"Oh, you're hungry? Then I-I'll get lunch ready," Morty declared as he stood up,
"You making lunch? I highly doubt you're capable, Morty," I doubted as I stood up from the couch,
"In case you don't know, Marcus. This is my baby," Morty reminded as he turned towards me, "So leave this one to me, and I'll figure something out,"
"Right, like a half-alien child is just going to be satisfied with a bunch of cereals and crackers," I remarked, "And look at Morty Jr.'s teeth. Given how rapidly they grow, and how he's from a destructive species, he'll require a lot of protein to fill his hunger. Unless you can cook for him, I highly doubt you'll feed him at all,"
I then marched towards Morty Jr. and carried him onto my arm while Morty just watched as I turned to him again, "So leave some of those issues to me, and I'll leave you with the rest. Does that sound good?"
"Um..." Morty was about to object but realized that some of my words held truth since he doesn't know squat about cooking and a baby like Morty Jr. wouldn't be full of any snacks he could give,
"Exactly," I replied as I took his silence as affirmation, "I'm feeding the kid from now on. You just watch him as I do,"
We went to the dining room and I'd have Morty stack a few books just so Morty Jr. could sit properly. Then I went to the kitchen, checked the fridge and pantries for meat products, and started cooking.
A couple of minutes later, I served today's lunch, which mostly consisted of meat products and no vegetables, "Try to finish this Morty Jr. If you waste it, think of how bad we will both feel about waste food,"
Morty Jr. claps with glee and feasts on his meal like a predator while Morty watches before turning to me, "Are you sure this is good for him?"
"It is for his alien heritage, Morty. You need to learn and accept that part of him," I stated while Morty Jr. was halfway through his meal, regardless of how much of a mess he's made on the table and himself, "If not, he'll learn to despise you and become more of a monster than you'd dared to realize,"
"My baby isn't a monster, Marcus" Morty rebuked, "I'll make sure of it,"
"Again, I highly doubt that," I retorted,
Morty just frowned at it, and I was unfazed by it as I only raised an eyebrow at him. Then we hear Morty Jr. burp and giggle with a messy mouth, shirt, and an empty plate.
I then walked towards the table, patted Morty Jr.'s head to finish his meal, and grabbed the plate off of the table. As I was going to dispose of the plate onto the sink, I heard Morty Jr.'s fifth word today, "Marcus!"
I briefly stopped upon hearing my name on Morty Jr.'s lips, but I wouldn't turn to him as I lightly shook my head a few times and took the plate to the sink after saying the following, "Get him cleaned up, Morty,"
Morty would take Morty Jr. off the chair and get himself cleaned while I washed both the plate and table from the mess made by Morty Jr.
Though my actions didn't go unnoticed as Beth had been watching the whole time, I just didn't want Morty to know about it. She, however, would walk up to me, "Marcus, that..."
"What Mom? Do you disapprove?" I questioned with my gaze towards her,
"No, No, Marcus. What you said was brilliant," Beth expressed, "Morty Jr. even called out your name instead of some word that revolves around destruction. How'd you do it?"
"I just listen to what my real mom says... Nothing too revealing, but important nonetheless," I revealed while cleaning the plate by hand,
Beth felt sympathetic whenever I mentioned Catherine and she'd tap my shoulder a few times. After she left, I just grumbled a bit but did not complain since I found it helpful. As I put the plate away, I checked my watch and knew that Morty Jr's clothes wouldn't fit him anymore.
Therefore, I went to my Interdimensional Room and started making more...
An Hour Later...
Morty Jr. was fitted with clothes for his size and started drawing after Morty thought it'd be good for him. Everything he's made expected from a male Gazorpian: Death and Destruction of others.
But there was love within them as Morty Jr. showed a drawing to his father, "This is for you, Daddy,"
Morty looked at the drawing and saw himself and Morty Jr. holding weapons high in triumph while a dismembered body was at their feet, "Aw, man... Um, okay, listen to me, Morty Jr, I've got to tell you something very important, okay? Killing is bad, bad!"
Morty Jr. just giggled at his father's words while I, standing by the open frame near the living room, shook my head in disapproval.
"You're silly, Daddy," Morty Jr. commented,
"No, Morty Jr, I'm being serious, okay? You need to put your energy into something else," Morty declared and turned on the television, "I mean, what about dancing? Would you like to learn how to dance?"
"I'd like to dance, on the graves of my enemies," Morty Jr. shared,
Morty held the sides of his head and groaned in frustration, " Ohh! No, Morty Jr,!"
Moments later, a mailman slipped today's mail through the letter box and the mailman waved through the glass frame before leaving. That's when Morty Jr. rushed towards the door and peeked outside, "Daddy, can I go outside?"
"No, Absolutely not!" Morty denied,
"But that's where all the people and the animals are," Morty Jr. pointed out as a mailman petted a dog,
"Yeah, but you can't go out there because the air is poisonous for you," Morty stated, and I was in disbelief at how he resorted to lying to keep him here, "You will die, you'll die instantly if you ever leave this house, you hear me?"
"For real?" Morty Jr. asked,
"For real times a million, buddy, So, let's just stay inside, and, you know, let's try dancing, right?" Morty declared, brought Morty Jr. to the living room, and started dancing, "Look at me, Yay! Look, We're gonna dance, Come on, Join dance with me here, We love to dance,"
"Why do we love to dance?" Morty Jr. asked,
"Because I said so!" Morty yelled,
This causes Morty Jr. to cry and storm out of the living room while I watch him dash upstairs in disbelief. Then I shot a disapproving frown at Morty's direction just as he cringed on what he had done. After a head shake, I went after Morty Jr.
"Nice," Jerry and Beth remarked while reading the paper,
Second Floor
It wasn't hard to find him considering how he was sobbing inside the nearest closet. But I'd be lying if I didn't feel bad about his circumstances...
"You alright, Morty Jr.?" I asked,
"No..." Morty Jr. replied while sniffing his tears, "Why does daddy hate me?"
"He doesn't hate you, Morty Jr. He just doesn't accept that other part of yourself," I said and sat next to him, "He hates violence, even when he gets in the middle of one,"
"Do you hate me? Uncle Marcus?" Morty Jr. questioned
"What makes you think I do?" I suspected,
Morty Jr. ponders about it, and not once had I expressed any hate towards him. He even knows that I've been feeding him the meals he deserves and the clothes he wears now. For that, he's reached his answer, "I don't hate you, Uncle Marcus,"
"And so you've said," I declared, and patted his head, "Now how about we get out of this closet and go to my room? I might as well have you watch my cartoons for a change,"
"Cartoons..." Morty Jr. moaned in disapproval,
"Don't be like that, Morty Jr," I said, "Compared to the shit shows that you're father had you watched, mine are better and well-suited for you. So come on while he's not paying attention,"
Morty Jr. would follow, and I'd lock the door to ensure that Morty didn't burst into my room unannounced. Even if he does, he'd be afraid given his knowledge of what I am and what I can do...
With my laptop and simple projector, I played some cartoons befitting of Morty Jr's personality and sat next to him at is played my cartoons; 1900-2000 Slapstick Comedy Cartoons (I'm a big fan of the classics! Tom and Jerry, Looney Tunes, Pink Panther, etc.)
Two Hours Later
While Morty Jr. was growing into an early yet overgrown adolescent, he was laughing and pounding his fist against the floor hard for every episode I offered. I even used my polymorphic powers to keep the entire floor quiet and from breaking itself apart while Morty hadn't checked on Morty Jr for the past two hours.
The scene they were watching next was the classic Tom and Jerry where the former disturbed the latter with an explosive. Morty Jr. laughed upon the explosion then he watched as Jerry the Mouse went to confront the culprit, only to realize that it was Tom the Cat and got knocked down by one of his eyelids.
At first, Morty Jr. clapped upon Jerry's capture but immediately became confused when Tom noticed Jerry peeking at something when the former peeked his own hands.
"What are they doing?" Morty Jr. asked,
"Watch," I insisted,
The scene continues to play with Jerry the Mouse noticing Tom the Cat's curiosity and taking advantage of it by allowing him to peek at his own hands. Once Tom the Cat peeks over Jerry's hands, the latter pulls his fist fast and punches Tom the Cat's eye hard causing him to scream while Jerry the Mouse hightailed out of there.
Morty Jr. started laughing again and I let out a smirk at the old but classic trick in cartoons.
"That cat is stupid!" Morty Jr. remarked while clapping at Tom the Cat's folly, then curiosity seeped its way into his mind, "But I can't understand something in your cartoons,"
"What's that?" I inquired,
"All these characters... They always get hurt a lot, but they don't seem to die so often," Morty Jr. commented, "Why is that? Are they immortal?"
"Not exactly," I clarified, "The reason why these characters don't die is because they are animated characters, and creators often use such characters to commit and express pain as a sort of humor for people's entertainment. That's why it's called slapstick comedy,"
"People take pleasure in others in pain?" Morty Jr. said, then grinned at the screen, "It sounds great,"
"It is, but everyone refrains from committing such things in real life," I clarified,
"Why? That doesn't make sense," Morty Jr. rebuked, "How could everyone not enjoy doing it in real life when they laugh at these characters' pain?"
"Because most people don't often mix fantasy and reality," I stated, "Take now for an example. We are here watching these characters get severely hurt in potentially life-threatening situations yet we haven't committed such acts ourselves for one sole reason,"
I then stood up from the floor and left myself open to him, "Try and punch me on the chest. And don't hold back,"
"Um... Do I have to, Uncle Marcus?" Morty Jr. inquired with some concern,
"Don't worry about it, I've been through worse and recovered from them easily. Promise," I assured,
"Uh... Okay!" Morty Jr. stood up, clenched his large fist, and struck me hard at the center of the chest,
Had it not been for my polymorphic powers, I would've died and my lifeless body would have burst through the wall. Fortunately, that wouldn't be the case as I slipped my way down the wall onto the floor.
"Are you okay, Uncle?" Morty Jr. asked as he went to me,
"I'm fine," I replied, rubbed my chest a few times, and coughed on my hand, "And now, I'm going to hit you for it. A little demonstration of our conversation,"
"Okay," Morty Jr. agreed as he left himself open to learn and feel what I felt,
I wouldn't be personal with him, but I held back to ensure he understood my message. One hard punch to his chest was enough to make him wheeze and fall to his knees while clutching onto his bruised chest. He'd cough a few times, but I wasn't concerned as I healed him just as easily.
"See what I mean?" I inquired
"Yeah, Uncle. Pain feels so unpleasant," Morty Jr. remarked as the pain slowly passed and he rubbed his bruised chest a few times, "Is that why everyone doesn't enjoy it?"
"Exactly. Because pain in real life isn't something we laugh about, it's something we excruciatingly feel in our bodies and we try to learn to avoid it," I elaborated, "It also comes in various forms. Remember how Morty yelled at you, how did it feel when he was mad for not dancing like he did?"
"It was bad..." Morty Jr. bitterly responded, "What kind of pain was that?"
"That is emotional pain, and it's often triggered by other people such as parents yelling at you, friends abandoning you, and crushes rejecting you," I listed, "And compared to the punches we throw earlier... *turns head away* That kind of pain doesn't fade so easily..."
"Were you hurt before, Uncle Marcus?" Morty Jr. curiously asked,
I know Morty Jr. means well and his age is often associated with curiosity. However, he looks too smart for his own good, especially when he questions the condition of these fictional characters. After some thought into it, I've decided to be a bit open towards family...
Even him...
"I have..." I replied, "And it doesn't with everything I've said just now,"
Morty Jr. finally expressed something that seemed foreign to Male Gazorpians. That was empathy and genuinely expressed as he gazed towards me. Especially now, "Will you be alright?"
I deeply sighed at this question before shrugging myself in the process, "I don't know... But I'm trying to get there, and you're the first to hear,"
Morty Jr. smiled and offered me a hug as he spread his arms. I just walked towards him and accepted it before his embrace and pats on his back. And since he learned about pain, he also learned to restraint as he doesn't exert too much strength from his hug.
As he parted we were about to continue onward with our screening. But my watch soon received a notification indicating that Summer was in immediate danger. Rick was one thing, but Summer is another especially when I've learned that she isn't present anywhere in the house.
For that, I locked onto the coordinates which was the Gazorpian Homeworld, and went to my desk to pick up my intergalactic portal gun and a particular device from my watch.
"What is it, Uncle Marcus?" Morty Jr. asked,
"It's your aunt. She's in danger and I'm going out to save her," I revealed and opened the portal,
"Can I come?" Morty Jr. asked,
"I would, but Gazorpazorp is run under strict matriarchy and I can't risk you getting hurt by the female of your species," I said, "Their psionic powers cannot be matched by your strength,"
"Can I at least watch more of your cartoons while you're away?" Morty Jr. requested,
"I'd let you, but I'm not your father. And if he sees you watching in my room, he'll bitch about it and that's something I don't want you to put yourself through," I stated,
"You know... Sometimes I wish you were my dad instead of him," Morty Jr. admitted, "You're more cool than my dad,"
"I knew you'd say something like that, but the harsh truth of that thought is that I'm your uncle, and Morty's your father," I clarified, "No matter how much you deny it, or kill him for that matter, he's still your father nonetheless. But try calling him that instead of dad, he doesn't deserve it,"
"Well... Okay, say hi to Auntie when you see her," Morty Jr. said,
"I will," I replied and stepped right through the portal,
Gazorpazorp
After Rick and Summer were convicted of treason against womankind, by the former's act of farting loud and the latter addressing him as Grandpa. They were sentenced to death by a boulder.
Before this could be done, or properly explained, a portal opened and I stepped out of it.
"Marcus!" Summer exclaimed,
"Another man!" A Gazorpian Guard yelled, and another attempted to use her psionic powers against me,
But I was prepared as I pulled out the device from earlier and switched it on under a high psionic frequency. This led every Female Gazorpian to scream as they writhed in utter pain and hands clutching hard on their heads.
Only Rick and Summer remained unaffected by the frequency, though the latter watched in dismay and the former was baffled by it, "Oof, That's something you don't see every day,"
After I turned off the device, the Gazorpians struggled to pick their feet up from the aftereffects of the device. Though I would approach the leading matriarch as she raised her head, "Who are you?"
"You don't remember, Mar-sha? Maybe this will jog your memory," I said, and used my polymorphic powers to appear as a girl,
Mar-sha gasped in recognition, then she raised herself up to be on her knees before my presence, "You're Marcia!"
"Marcia?" Summer parroted,
"Under normal circumstances, I would've kept my secrets away from my family. But given how you'll only recognize me in this form, I've decided to be open to one of them," I declared with a feminine voice over my original one, "Now... I'm calling in a favor,"
"Of course! Whatever you need will be done," Mar-sha immediately complied much to her people's bewilderment, though they wouldn't object due to the threat of having their minds torn by the device I was holding,
"What are the charges?" I inquired,
"One of them is committed with treason against womankind and the other made a sound which doesn't exist," Mar-sha revealed,
"You are to drop those charges because they don't apply to humans of Earth, you provide us with a ship back, and we NEVER speak of this incident again," I listed, "Do that, I'll call it even,"
"Of course, Marcia!" Mar-Sha complied, then turned to one of her guards, "Release them from their cuffs,"
Though hesitant, they reluctantly complied as they removed the shackles from Rick and Summer's wrists and the two went to my side afterward.
"You know, Marcus... You look really cute on that form," Summer remarked,
"It fits the whole tomboy shtick, don't you think?" I asked,
"It does! Oh, you have got to tell me more about it," Summer said,
"We'll do that later. Right now, I'm getting you and Rick back home," I prioritized,
We'd soon leave while the Gazorpian just watched us go. However, I would turn towards Mar-sha one last time before our departure, "Oh, and do know that the actions here weren't personal, I'm still available for service for the right price, and contact me via the number I've left to you. I don't want to lose valuable customers,"
Mar-sha and her people said nothing, nor expressed any gestures. Then we'd leave Gazorpazorp after we boarded the ship with me as its pilot.
Space...
As we made our way back to Earth, I briefly summary of what I was to Summer while Rick sat quietly on his chair.
"So let me get this straight... You're an alien and also a mercenary for other aliens?" Summer clarified,
"Yep, and I've been doing this line of work for years. Though I've lost count given that some places have a variety of time zones vastly different than Earth's," I explained while maintaining my feminine voice and body, "There's even a job where it lasted for months. When I came back I was gone for about a few hours,"
"Wow..." Summer expressed, "My cousin's an alien,"
"Yeah, Summer. Like being kidnapped by Male Gazorpians, brought to an Amazonian society of Female Gazorpians, and almost sentenced to death by them isn't surprising as you learning that Jerry's cousin is an alien," Rick rebuked, "Really surprising,"
"Shut up, Grandpa! These things happen around you and Morty like moths to an open cellphone," Summer rebuked, then turned to me with the usual intrigue of my origin, "And it's really cool knowing that you could be a girl too, have you done your jobs like that before?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," I admitted,
"Best. Cousin. Ever!" Summer expressed,
"I'm your only cousin, Summer," I remarked, "That reminds me. Rick, when we get back to Earth, do you have every intention of killing Morty Jr because he's a violent Male Gazorpian?"
"Yeah, why?" Rick responded,
"Because I want to say this to you," I declared, "Right after I do this first,"
With my psionic powers, I lifted Rick easily and smashed against the wall while applying immense pressure. I also broke one of his arms since I wanted to be clear on what I was about to say as he exclaimed from the pain, "You so much as touch a hair on Morty Jr. I won't hesitate to end you, Rick. Do you understand me? I know he's violent and all, I've grown quite attached to him. So whatever plan you have that revolves around his murder, drop it before I drop you down permanently. Do I make myself clear?"
As soon as I released him, Rick groaned from the pain and had his arm excruciatingly adjusted properly, "Ugh... Fine, I won't. Not like I stand an argument against a polymorph like you,"
Earth...
As soon as we arrived at the scene, it was just as we'd expect from a mature male Gazorpian. Though I suspected that Morty Jr. had learned the truth of Morty's lie and frowned to myself, 'I knew this wouldn't end well,'
Once I spotted Morty Jr. holding what appeared to be a card in his hands, I put the ship on autopilot and unstrapped my seat belt, "Rick, take the wheel,"
While Rick went about landing the ship, I opened the bay door, assumed my original form, and jumped out of the ship. The fall was quite survivable and people wouldn't know about my secret since they were all busy panicking over Morty Jr's rampage.
I'd rush my way into the scene and confront Morty Jr. just as he was about to smash down a car with Jerry and Morty as its passengers. I'd take a deep breath, then shout the following, "Mortimer Smith Jr.!"
Morty Jr. turned to my general direction with the car still in his hands. However, I remained firm in my stance as I frowned upon his actions, "I want you to drop that car into the ground this instance, or face the consequences I'm about to force upon you,"
Though he's under the influence of his Gazorpian side, he puts the car and Morty and Jerry step out to see Morty Jr. march his way towards me. Given how he almost reached maturity, he towered before me and roared right at my face.
"Marcus!" Morty cried out in concern while I remained firm with my stance,
By the time he stopped, I only ever had to wipe off the saliva from my cheek and still frown upon Morty Jr. with arms crossed together. A few minutes later, Morty Jr. seemed to snap out of his violent tendencies and registered my very presence, "Uncle Marcus..."
"Yes, Morty Jr. Now reflect upon the damage you've brought upon the place," I demanded,
Morty Jr. would do just that and look around the neighborhood. He had learned the damage he has done as well as towards his own family when Jerry feels bad about his ruined car, "Dad, I'm so confused..."
"I know, Morty Jr, I'm sorry," Morty apologized, as he and his son sat down on the sidewalk, "I ended up lying to you and yelling at you just like my parents did to me, You know, parents are just kids having kids, One minute, you like how a shiny robot looks, The next minute, you're in a fist fight with your alien son,"
"I'm an alien?" Morty Jr. asked,
"We all have bad impulses, bad thoughts, We just have to learn to channel them into something constructive," Morty clarified,
"But I want to murder everyone I see!" Morty Jr. expressed,
"Well, you know, I mean, maybe there's a job out there for people that feel that way," Morty said,
"Actually, there is..." I said, and they turned to me, "Remember the cartoons we watched together?"
"Yeah?" Morty Jr. replied while Morty raised an eyebrow at this,
"That's how the creators work their way around violence without harming anyone, and provide a substantial amount of entertainment for others" I stated, "Seek wondrous creativity, not senseless violence,"
"Wow... I never thought about it like that before," Morty Jr. realized,
"See, Morty Jr.? Maybe you could try being a creative of some kind," Morty encouraged,
"Maybe! I always have sort of wanted to see my face on the back of a novel," Morty Jr. desired, "I mean, what I really want to do is slit people's throats, but beyond that..."
"I know you can do it, son," Morty encouraged,
"I think it's time I get a place of my own," Morty Jr. declared, "I promise I'll call you every day, or if I need money or a place to do laundry,"
Morty Jr. then hugged Morty rather tightly. Even though he was groaning in pain, he accepted it before his son lowered him. Then it was my turn to walk to him, "And Uncle Marcus, thanks for all the time and encouragement you gave me,"
"Don't sweat it, Morty Jr. Just do your best out there," I said, and I too received a hug from him,
Though I'm more tolerant of the pain, I can't help but feel some measure of joy over his appreciation. Once he puts me down, Morty Jr. leaves by jumping off into the distance and Jerry approaches Morty, "So, I assume this novel your son writes is gonna pay for my rear axle?"
"Just get that fixed by Rick. It'll save you a lot of money," I remarked and walked my way home...
Bonus Scene (3rd POV)
Given how Gazorpians age more rapidly than humans, Morty Jr.'s time on this earth had passed after he succumbed to human natural causes. But he didn't die without a legacy as he lived as the best novel-selling author of 'My Horrible Father' and 'Forms of Pains'.
At his funeral, the only family members present were Beth, Jerry, Summer, and Marcus while Rick had Morty hauled out of Earth for an adventure as he wasn't one with funerals. But it wasn't just the family, who were present, other faithful followers and former victims of parental abuse were able to attend under the family's consent.
Instead of a large casket, Morty Jr. wished to be cremated in the open air, and his hands were a copy of his book 'Form of Pains'. Many white flowers were placed over Morty Jr's body and Marcus was assigned the burden of lighting the pyre as per his will.
When he looks at Morty Jr.'s lifeless body, he takes a deep breath before giving a eulogy of his own, "Though our times together were short, I will cherish them, Morty Jr."
The pyre was soon lit and everyone watched as the flames burned Morty Jr.'s body. It had taken a few hours to burn and many still sobbed over Morty Jr.'s passing. Marcus, on the other hand, watched until the body had been reduced to ashes.
After the cremation process had been completed, everyone slowly departed home until Marcis was the only one left in the area since he came by motorcycle.
When he was finally done, he shut his eyes, let the wind breeze through his hair, and turned away from the burnt pyre as he went home than remain in this place any longer. Better to move on than stay still any longer...
That's the end of this episode, and yes, I've decided to kill Morty Jr. off in the end given how he's half human, and his Gazorpian Age would've reached the years where he's more prone to diseases despite his overall size.
But make no mistake, there will be times when Morty Jr. is mentioned I just won't tell you.
That aside, the next set of episodes will be original. This may take a long time to finish, but I'm aiming to finish Season 1 before moving on with the new story I've planned. Don't worry about me getting stuck with the new story though, I might work on Season 2 of Rick and Morty after half of the new story is finished.
Oh, and to avoid any further confusion when Marcus changes gender. His female name is Marcia Smith...
That aside, it's time to reply to the reviews of the previous episode!
The Disquieting One: I'm afraid the humans of the Prime Dimension will stay Croneberged since that was Rick's fault and Marcus Prime isn't one with altering genetics. He's powerful, not omnipotent.
As for the answer to your question. Infinite Dimensions with Infinite Possibilities, there will be variants of Marcuses whose powers aren't about them being polymorphs.
lukeanimelover: He will return, but he won't hop out of the Prime Dimension without reason. You'll know about that soon...
Also, I'm quite confused by what you said when I killed the MC. Were you referring to Prime Marcus or the Rick and Morty in Dimension C-131?
Guest99: No, Marcus Prime knew that Rick and Morty Prime were abandoning the Prime Dimension. But decided to let them go since they aren't worth the effort. As for your two questions.
1.) I won't tell you the relationship between Marcus and The President just yet. The reasons are spoilers and all.
2.) I do indeed, but it won't be a canon character, however...
Gamelover41592: It's due to the plan I have for Marcus Prime. I won't tell you here, but I will reveal it when I get there. Also, he's not like other Ricks in the multiverse...
That is all I have to say for the reviews, and I see you all in the next original episode!
(P.S.: If any of you want to see or request lemon content 'Canon or Fanfic'. Visit Rick and Morty: Marc'ed and Ready - Lemon Collection in TheRisingDryad at AO3 'Archiveofourown'. Don't post your requests here and follow the rules!)
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