Chapter 1: We're having fun!!
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Summer vacation was supposed to be the best three months of Morty Smith's year. Three months of staying in his room, the AC on full blast. Three months of watching porn and playing video games, not necessarily at the same time but Morty was nothing if not a go-with-the-flow kind of guy.
These few months were supposed to be the happiest time of the year, but unfortunately, Morty's parents loved torturing him, and now he's in their car, sitting between heavy suitcases and his bitch of a sister, going to some fucking Summer Camp run by his grandfather, who Morty only found out existed today.
'It'll be fun' His parents said as if sleeping in cabins infested with bugs without a working air-conditioner would be anyone's idea of fun.
His parents started singing some corny song that played on the radio, and Summer called her boyfriend. Morty forced his eyes shut and prayed for a car to rear-end them, anything to end his misery.
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Morty's grandfather — Rick — was nothing like Morty expected. He pictured an old man with a cane dressed in flannel colors and plaid, short and balding. Rick was the complete opposite of that. He wore khaki shorts with a teal blue t-shirt that had the camp's logo, he was quite literally towering over Morty, at least 6 feet, and he had plenty of hair, styled in a sort of messy, spikey, just-got-out-of-bed look.
Another thing Morty noticed was his language. This guy spat out 'fucks' and 'shits' like he owned the words. Morty's never heard the word fuck used as many times in a single sentence before.
Morty scrunched his nose as Rick walked past him to grab a suitcase from the car. He reeked of weed and booze. Morty thought that was really weird for someone who ran a summer camp, but no one else commented on it so neither did Morty.
"Thank you so much for telling us about the job opening, Dad," Beth gushed appreciatively. She idolized him, Morty thought, biting at the skin around his fingernail. Morty couldn't figure out why, this man seemed like a loud, crass asshole who ignored his family for years. "We were short on money and... this really helps."
Rick brushed her off. "Of course, sweetie. Don't- don't mention it. Seriously, don't. It's c-chill." After Rick pulled out the last suitcase, he spared Summer and Morty a glimpse, momentarily pausing on Morty for a second, so brief it may as well not have happened, and stepped back.
"These a-are the, uh, the schedules. For activities and s-stuff. Cabin numbers are on there too." Then that was it, Rick walked off, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Beth frowned, but quickly shook it off. "Alright, Jerry and I need to get ready, are you two okay by yourselves?" Summer shrugged, taking her activity schedule and cabin number from Beth. Morty didn't say anything and did the same.
Sighing, Beth said, "Okay. Have fun."
Have fun.
Morty was not having fun. He found out his cabinmates are total douches, and before Morty got the cabin they both pissed in his bed. (Something Morty wishes he knew before he laid down.) He was hot and itchy and smelled like urine. Mosquitos were clinging to him like his blood was fucking ambrosia and he stepped in deer shit on his way to the bathroom.
"This is fucking bullshit," Morty muttered, wiping his foot on the grass to try and remove some of the feces. "Have fun," He mocked, sneering at the memory of Beth saying that. Morty walked around the grounds, unsure of where he was going but he couldn't care less.
Without realizing it, he found himself in front of Rick's cabin. It was a lot deeper in the woods than every other cabin, even the other counselors. That wasn't the only weird thing about it. His cabin was glowing with green light, the blinding color pouring out of the window.
Morty stared through the window as Rick walked past it, wearing a lab coat and holding up some sort of metal contraption that seemed to be the cause of all the light. Rick did something to it, it looked like he hit it with another weird-looking tool, and with a small warbling sound, all the light faded. Morty saw Rick mutter some sort of curse before looking up and making direct eye contact with Morty.
Rick's eyes narrowed and he snapped the blinds shut at an insanely fast speed no old man should be able to do.
What was Rick doing in there? Maybe... maybe Morty could ask around the camp, find some other kids who stumbled far out in the woods and saw Rick up to some supernatural activities, and team up with them to solve this mystery!
"Nope," Morty said out loud. "Absolutely t-the fuck not. No fu-fucking way. I'm- I'm not doing this." And he walked back to his cabin, piss bed be damned.
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The first activity Morty went to was Arts and Crafts. They were making macaroni art, which Beth talked Morty into doing. 'It'll be fun,' She said, but Morty wasn't falling for that again. Reluctantly, he sat at a lone picnic table, blatantly ignoring all the open spots at the tables with other people.
While the other kids made flowers and cats or dogs for their craft, Morty made his macaroni art saying 'dick' with a crude macaroni rendition of a cock and balls. One of the younger counselors, a girl with bright pink hair, looked over his drawing with disgust and gave him a weird look. Morty flipped her off under the table.
After Morty put the finishing touch on his project — A few spurts of glue to look like cum — he heard a voice behind him, "Yo, dawg."
Morty turned around and saw Rick, no lab coat this time, standing next to the pink-haired counselor who had a smug smirk on her face. Rick uninterestedly looked at Morty's art, eyes widening slightly before snorting. The girl visibly deflated.
Rick waved her off and took a seat opposite to Morty. "So, hey buddy. M-Morty, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Been a long time, huh? Bet- bet you don't even remember me."
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I- I met you when you were pretty young."
"Uh-huh."
"H-How's school?"
"Good."
"Cool. Uh, how- how old are you now?"
"Fourteen."
"Cool. High school then, that's rough. I hated high school. You making friends okay?"
Morty looked up from his project, lips curling down in a mildly annoyed frown. "Yeah." He put as much passive-aggression as you could even imagine into that 'yeah'.
Rick either didn't take the hint or ignored it. "How 'bout here? You m-making any friends here? I saw you w-wandering around the, uh- the woods before. Ya know, you're n-not really s'posed to do that."
Morty's frown deepened and his brows furrowed. Oh. So that's what this is about. Rick didn't actually give a shit about Morty's life that he was absent for.
"L-look man, I don't- I don't care what you were doing in y-y-your cabin. I'm n-not getting i-involved in all that." Rick's expression became unreadable, staring Morty down as if analyzing his every thought. Morty tensed under Rick's intense gaze.
"A-alright. Cool." Rick paused, taking a swig from his flask (Morty rolled his eyes at the smell of alcohol) and belched obnoxiously. "I'm taking this, though," He added, grabbing Morty's macaroni art. "S'not appropriate for t-this setting, Picasso."
Morty scoffed as if Rick himself was appropriate for this setting.
Rick got up, patting Morty's shoulder in a weird, awkward sort of 'sorry for not being in your life' way. Morty couldn't help the way he stilled at the uncomfortable touch, unintentionally leaning away from it.
When Rick left, Morty grabbed a pair of scissors and used the dull blade to carve 'fuck you' into the surface of the wooden picnic table.
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"Oh- God! Yes! Rick!"
Rick shut his eyes before he could roll them, hand haphazardly resting on Unity's waist as she rode him.
It wasn't that Unity wasn't hot, she really was, but Rick lost interest. Meeting her after the activities ended, sneaking behind the backs of all the other counselors, it lost its fun and started becoming a chore for Rick.
Plus, she was clingy.
"Fuck me harder, Rick!" Unity begged as if Rick was even fucking her the way she was doing all the work. Rick continued to lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling, every so often letting out a grunt or two to keep Unity going. "I'm cumming!" Unity cried. And yeah, she did.
Rick idly wondered how long it would take him to clean his sheets.
"Are you going to cum, big boy?" Unity said flirtatiously. Rick held back a grimace.
"Hell- hell yeah, babe," Rick said, being a good sport and mimicking another low grunt for her sake. "I w-wanna cum alllll over your face. How's th-that sound?" At least that way he can get himself off without having to be inside her again.
Unity moaned, a high-pitched breathy noise that did absolutory nothing for Rick. Rick bit back a yawn, pulling himself out of Unity and sitting up on his knees. He thought of porn he'd watched the night before, he thought of that big-tits mom who sends her daughter here every summer, he thought of that sexy dad on his favorite telenovela. His thoughts raced, finding anything in his internal spank bank to get him off so Unity could leave.
Big tits and sexy men weren't doing it. Rick groaned and Unity mistook the irritated sound for one of pleasure. She opened her mouth, tongue out, waiting for a release Rick couldn't find.
Dammit, think of something! Fucking anything!
He thought of Morty.
Rick's hand momentarily stopped before picking up speed again. Morty? Beth's kid? His daughter's child? It was weird, but Rick's done worse. He didn't care what he got off to as long as it meant Unity was out of his bed in the next minute.
He pictured the kid's face, so blatantly annoyed with Rick's pestering during arts and crafts. Pictured the macaroni art, either a testament to fourteen-year-old boy humor or repressed homosexual urges. Rick chose the latter. The way disdain practically dripped down the boy's features whenever he saw Rick. Rick was ashamed to admit that it intrigued him, the way that Morty seemed to hate him. He found it interesting. How could the kid hate him? Rick wasn't even in his life enough to know him.
Unfortunately for Morty, Rick was petty and childish, and intended on doing everything in his power to piss that kid off. He could already picture a crystal clear image of Morty's annoyed expression as Rick would continually pester him. Rick's hand sped up, giving one big over-exaggerated moan before shooting his release on Unity's face.
Rick didn't care when she made a big show about it, licking her lips and running her fingers through the mess and sucking them in her mouth. Minutes later, when Rick was finally able to usher Unity out of the cabin, it really hit him what he had just done. He masturbated to the thought of his underage grandson. His own daughter's child. Rick tried to reason with himself. It didn't mean anything. He didn't think of Morty in sexual poses, or naked, or masturbating... or... on his knees... mouth open...
Rick hummed. Fuck. Because now he was thinking of that shit.
Knowing himself, Rick knew he wouldn't be able to think of anything else that night, so he cracked open a glowing pink and neon yellow bottle of beer and drank until he passed out in a puddle of pink beer and empty bottles.
Chapter 2: Being bad is NOT rad!
Summary:
Being bad is NOT rad! This is something that all the happy campers at Camp KYS know!
When you're hurting others... you're only hurting yourself!
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That pink-haired bitch was getting on Morty's last nerve. Morty found out her name the next day, Unity, her parents must have hated her. With the number of facial piercings this girl had and the large tattoo of a skull across her stomach, Morty figured they did in fact hate her.
All goddamn day, she kept actively seeking Morty out, as if waiting for him to make one minor slip-up. She was practically out to get him and it was starting to piss Morty off.
On his first morning, officially a camper at Camp KYS, Morty found out that the camp had a small detention area. How did he find out about this, you may ask? Unity sent him to it. What for, you may be asking again? Because he 'wasn't sitting at the right table.' As if Morty was supposed to know on his first day where the fuck to sit!
That's how Morty found himself, sitting on a small wood bench, right next to the counselor cabins, under a sign that said "Being bad is NOT rad!" As if this wasn't humiliating enough, Beth and Jerry came out of the mess hall looking for him. Upon seeing him, Jerry shook his head and Beth frowned.
"Morty, already?" Beth said, indicating at the corny sign.
"I- I didn't- I didn't even do anything..." Morty muttered. "That Unity bitch is ma-making shit up."
"Watch your language," Jerry chided as if his opinion or input was ever necessary or needed.
Beth was more sympathetic. "Morty, I know new environments are hard for you. Just try to lighten up, alright? Unity is a lovely young woman. I'm sure you guys will be able to laugh about this by the end of the summer."
The only laughing Morty wants to do with Unity is laugh manically as she's slowly burning to death. Morty already knows how he'd do it. Slowly pour gasoline on her fingers one by one and burn them to a crisp. Then he'd do her toes, her legs, and finally her stupid fucking face.
"Alright," Jerry said, patting Morty's shoulder. What was with all the annoying adult men in his life patting his shoulder? Morty scoffed under his breath. "We have to run, but have fun!" Jerry laughed to himself at the rhyme before he and Beth walked away.
Morty groaned, throwing his head back against the bench and staring at the bright, sunny sky. If he'd actually liked nature, he would have thought it was beautiful. Sadly, Morty did not give a shit about the sky, when he could see the sky in almost all his video games.
"Damn," A voice said from behind him. Morty stilled immediately, before exhaling an exasperated, 'Are you fucking kidding?' Rick came over, plopping down next to Morty and swinging his leg over the other. "Y-your in trouble already? The- the fuck could you have done this early?"
"I was s-sitting at the- at the wrong fucking table... apparently," Morty muttered.
Rick nodded solemnly. Morty wanted to slap that look off him. "Ah, yeah. You- you can't do that."
Morty glared, "N-no shit."
"Not a morning person I take it?" Rick snorted. "'Cuz you're reeeeally grumpy."
Morty went to get up, lifting himself from the bench with the intention of walking the hell away from here, when Rick reached over -- with unnatural speed a guy his age should not have -- and grabbed his wrist. "Nope, sorry, a-all trouble-makers have to stay here the f-full thirty-five minutes." At Morty's hateful scowl, Rick broke out into a wolfish grin. "'can't let you g-get off early, or else the bad kids are gunna- gunna start thinking they can too." With almost superhuman strength, Rick pulled Morty's arm, shocking Morty enough that he was pulled with ease back down to sit.
"Wh-what the fuck?!" Morty blurted before his brain could catch up to what he was saying. A man Rick's age should be fragile and weak, how the hell was this guy dragging Morty like it was nothing?
Rick raised his brow before a slight smirk curled his lips. As if reading Morty's mind he said, "Chill, dawg, you- you weigh like... eight pounds. It's nothing."
With a mortified embarrassment, Morty's cheeks were heating up, a light red dusting his features ever so slightly that the average man wouldn't have even noticed. Rick, however, was no average man. Pleased with the reaction he managed to get, Rick sat up, stretching his arms and legs, even though the advancements made to his body didn't require normal stretching. "You got t-twenty minutes left here, kid. I'm trusting y-you to stay put, g-got- got it? When your time is u-up, maybe come over and m-meet me at the Science Hall. Y-you literally can't miss it. Big a-ass letters on it reading, 'Science.'"
Morty thought back to Rick in his cabin, wearing a lab coat and working on some bright green light. "Really?" Morty said skeptically, narrowing his eyes. "Science."
"Yeah, broh," Rick said, "Science is fun. You d-didn't enjoy taking science in school? Y-your mom said it- it was your best subject."
Best subject... more like the only subject Morty wasn't failing at. "You are teaching science?" Morty said slowly, again referring to Rick's mid-day evil scientist bullshit. "Like- like sci-fi science?" Morty said in an accusing tone, narrowing his eyes.
Rick shrugged, amusement was practically wafting out of him in waves. "I dabble in science fiction." The way Rick said that, fiction, was so plainly unserious, with such an obvious double meaning that Morty couldn't help but dig his fingernails into his palm out of irritation. This guy made such a big deal out of Morty possibly seeing what he was doing. What fucking game is this asshole playing at?
"Maybe, I- I will," Morty said curtly. "I-in twenty minutes."
Rick smirked, pulling his flask out of his khaki shorts pocket and taking a long sip. "Awesome, dawg. S-see ya there." Rick, for no other reason but to tick Morty off, patted the kid's shoulder before walking away, making sure to catch the aggravated look in Morty's eyes before he left.
Rick didn't go far though, slipping behind one of the sheds where the canoes and lake equipment are kept. Rick watched as Morty glanced around, making sure Rick was nowhere in sight, before getting up and running back to his cabin. Rick chuckled to himself, making his way to the Science Hall.
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"Hey, dickwad! Welcome back!" Frank yelled, tackling Morty as soon as he opened the cabin door. Morty fell to the floor with an embarrassing yelp, struggling to pull himself from Frank's hold.
'Wh-what the f-" Morty tried to shout, but didn't get the rest of his words out as Brad came over and shoved something fabric into his mouth.
Frank laughed cruelly, "How do you like the taste of my balls, Smith?" Morty's eyes snapped open when he realized just what Brad put into his mouth. Pitifully trying to spit the dirty boxers out, Brad and Frank laughed louder, finally relenting when Morty started choking and kicking his legs into Frank's back.
Morty coughed, gagging and gasping for breath when Frank got off him. Brad whipped out his phone and took a picture. Smirking, he said to Frank, "This would look so damn good as my wallpaper." Frank cackled and Morty felt nauseous.
"F-fuck you," Morty rasped, spitting on the ground trying to get that shitty taste out of his mouth. They only laughed louder.
Morty retreated, taking the obvious hint that he was not wanted in there. Dragging himself off the floor, Morty pulled the door open and stepped out, slamming the wooden door as hard as he physically could. He wasn't actually planning on going to that stupid science shit Rick was talking about, but he literally had nothing better to do. Between Frank and Brad and Rick, Morty would choose Rick, not that it meant anything because Rick was only the better choice by a little.
Sighing, Morty walked over to the Science Hall, passing Jerry on the way there, who was instructing some kid who looked bored out of his mind on beekeeping. "Hey, Morty!" Jerry said, too stupid to notice Morty speeding up his pace and not acknowledging him. "How you doing, kiddo? Huh?" Jerry looked away from the dying-of-bordom kid in confusion when he didn't see Morty anywhere. Jerry went back to his beekeeping rant and the kid almost cried.
When Morty opened the door to the Hall, he stopped in his tracks. Because holy shit, this place was amazing. Despite the Hall looking like a log cabin on the outside, the inside was platinum and chrome and metal. It looked so futuristic and pristine and so much cleaner than literally every single building and cabin on this plot.
Morty didn't even have to turn around to see Rick stalking up behind him. "S-so, this is where all the bud-budget went, huh? Th-this is why there's mold i-in the showers and maggots in the- in the walls? 'cuz you use all that money to keep this up a-and running?"
Rick put his elbow on Morty's shoulder, putting half his weight on Morty's body. Morty just turned to him with an annoyed look and an unamused frown. "Nah," Rick said, "I keep this place running alllll by myself." All of a sudden, Rick coughed loudly, shooting a quick glare at the air above him. When met with Morty's weirded-out look, Rick just smiled that same wolfish, I'm-up-to-something-and-you-can't-know-about-it smile.
"N-not a popular activity," Morty commented, noting the shocking lack of people in this building. This place was air-conditioned and had wifi! Why the hell wasn't everyone in here?
"Not a lot of science lovers here," Rick said, slightly distastefully. "They- they'd rather be outside and make friends. Imagine that." Rick gave Morty a pointed look, and Morty bit back a 'fuck you' and held his fist in his hand to not flip the man off. Again, as if reading his mind, Rick started laughing. "Your moronic father must have a no-cussing rule at y-your house, yeah? I don't give a fuck. Curse me out. I-it's funny." Morty did just that, and Rick smirked.
"So," Morty started, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, "do you hate my dad?" The moronic father thing got Morty thinking.
Rick's smile dropped almost immediately. He made a sound of disgust, saying, "Jerry is a limp-dicked dumbass with literal feces where his brain should be. It- it's a wonder he is able to function daily." Rick didn't stop there. "I do not know how that idiotic, waste of space managed to wiggle his way into my daughter's life and make her shit out, not one, but two of his children," He snarled. "No- no offense," Rick added, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh," Was all Morty could think to say.
"C-come on, broh, you want to waste time talking about Jerry? Or, do you want to see s-some fucking science?"
That answer was obvious. Rick led Morty deeper into the building, pulling open a metal door and flipping heavy levers. The whole room lit up in white light. Morty stood with his jaw wide open, staring at the impressive display of equipment and tools. "Ho-holy shit." Morty looked around, taking everything in, especially the large wall with shelved containers shaped like the Periodic Table, complete with every element inside. "Do- do you have all the elements in that?" Morty blurted, mentally hitting himself when his brain caught up to his wonder. Don't show that much damn interest in this guy's stupid science playroom.
"Uh, duh," Rick said.
Despite himself, Morty walked forward, placing his palm flat against the storage unit labeled 'Fr'. "W-wow... we weren't allowed to- to have Francium in our Chem class. The teacher said i-it was too dangerous. A-and... you just have all this stuff? At a summer camp?"
Rick shrugged, "Li-like I said, no one here is really i-interested in Science. You're one of the f-few people who even come in here. A-actually, the only one to come in this far."
Morty could hardly believe that. Maybe, he figured, this place wasn't just good for AC and wifi. It still was a huge waste. Why the hell have this whole ass building if no one went in it?
"Wait," Morty said, "What- what's the point of having t-this big building with all this- all this stuff... if no one goes i-in it...?" Especially since Rick was funding this building with his own money.
Rick hesitated for a second. "W-well, this place is mo-mostly for me, I guess. I l-like science, so I made this whole building for my use, and I give limited a-access to the campers if they want."
Morty couldn't stop the snarky comment that escaped his lips. "Oh? S-so, you don't just do we-weird science stuff in y-your cabin, you- you have a whole building for it?"
If Rick was affected, even a little, by the comment, he didn't show it. Instead, a large smirk took over his features, amusement and mischief gleaming in his eyes. "I could've sworn y-you said you weren't getting involved? 'Cuz it seems a lot like you-you're wanting to get involved."
Morty's eyebrows furrowed and he turned away from Rick, a hot flush creeping up his neck and blooming across his cheeks. Yeah, obviously Morty was a little interested. Who wouldn't be? Some random ass guy playing evil scientist in his cabin alone was weird. "F-f-fuck off."
Rick was about to say something else, another smirky, smug, little bitch retort when his walkie-talkie beeped in his pocket. A voice on the other side was yelling something static-y and Morty wouldn't make it out. "Aw shit, I gotta go," Rick cursed. "Someone puked... fuck, I thought I had fucking staff for this shit," Rick muttered, somewhat apologetically ushering Morty out of the room. "Yeah, dawg, I gotta go take care of this. M-maybe I'll catch you later."
Morty did not feel upset when Rick left. He did not give a shit that some stupid old man, who hates his son-in-law, likes science, and has a whole building dedicated to said love of science left to go do something else.
Morty looked at the large wooden clock in the center of the campgrounds and saw the little hand on the three and the big hand on the two. Sighing, Morty trudged over to the arts and crafts table, sitting again at a lone picnic table away from the other campers. He had a lot of time to kill.
To his utter disappointment, Beth was working the arts and crafts activity today. Morty tried to hide himself, but he and his bright yellow t-shirt were very hard to miss. "Oh, Morty! Hi," Beth smiled, taking a seat next to Morty on the bench. Morty bit back a sigh.
"Hi, mom."
"I saw you checking out the Science Hall, huh? How was that? I know you love science." Beth, sweet, caring Beth, did not know shit about Morty. She did not know his likes, dislikes, dreams, hopes, aspirations, goals, nothing. Science was the only class Morty ever passed. That doesn't mean he likes it. Sure, he does like science a lot, but Beth doesn't actually know that.
"I don't r-really like science, act-actually," Morty said, purely out of spite and irritation.
Beth looked confused. "What? Really? It's your best class... I just assumed."
Morty shrugged. "The on-only reason I never failed sc-science was because I- Mr. Goldstien likes 'em y-young. I met him after school some-sometimes, working real hard for that e-extra credit." Morty worked so damn hard to keep his straight face monotonously still and emotionless as Beth's jaw dropped and she had a horrified look on her face.
"What?"
"J-just kidding."
The look on Beth's face was priceless. Morty would never forget that look. Beth's face dropped, a sullen look making itself present in her eyes. Sighing, Beth said, "Morty, I know you aren't happy about... this," she waved her hands around, gesturing to the camp, "but you don't have to make yourself miserable." You're making me miserable, Morty thought. "You need to be more open-minded. This summer is different, it's going to be more fun than sitting at home all day playing video games." As-fucking-if. "You're going to learn to love it here, Morty, I promise. Make some friends, talk to people... What about your cabin mates? Frank and Brad, right? Are they nice?"
"They're nice." When they are out of the cabin and far, far away from Morty.
"Well, try talking to them, okay? Maybe you three have similar interests!"
Morty thought that Beth had more in common with Frank and Brad than he ever would. After all, they all loved making him miserable and ruining his summer. "What-whatever."
When some bitchy kid started crying because some other bitchy kid ruined her craft, Beth hurried away, leaving Morty alone again. Unbelievable, Morty thought incredulously, the only person who is barely tolerable at this goddamn camp is fucking Rick. And even then, he's so fucking irritating Morty wants to punch his stupid fucking face any time they talk.
Morty frowned, sighing as he grabbed some blank pieces of paper and a black marker. As big as he could fit on one sheet of paper, Morty wrote "Fuck you" with a poorly drawn hand sticking up its middle finger. On a second piece, he wrote, "Suck a dick" with a crude portrait of a flaccid penis and balls. He made a few more, each with an inappropriate word or phrase and a distasteful illustration. He planned on taping these drawings to some posts or cabins until he heard a disgusted scoff from behind him.
Oh, God-fucking-damn it.
"That is disgusting," Unity said, scrunching her nose in a way that only spoiled bitchy assholes know how to do. "Do you want to go back to detention?"
"Fuck- fuck you a-a-and fuck detention," Morty snapped.
Unity's eye twitched and she let out a humorless laugh. "And just what were you planning on doing with those? Because I'm sure you weren't going to put those in the trash where they belong."
"I- I was planning on shoving them up- up your ass."
The gasp Unity let out was probably the best sound Morty's heard in his life. It was shocked, it was repulsed, it was angry... that gasp had it all. "Fuck you!" She exclaimed.
"How creative," Morty said, a mean smirk up turning the corner of his lips slightly, "r-really original, too."
"Ugh!" Unity's nostrils flared and deep, burning hatred poured from her very presence. She snatched Morty's drawings, squeezing the crumpled paper in her hands. "Get the fuck up!" She hissed.
Morty side-eyed her, putting as much snark and bitchiness in his tone as way physically possible. Morty said it evenly, making sure he didn't stutter or trip over his word. "No."
"No?!" Unity shrieked, drawing the attention of some other campers. And Beth. "Get the fuck up, you little cunt!" Unity used her free hand to grip Morty's arm and struggled to pull him up. When she ended up getting Morty on his feet, she dragged him by the arm away from the activity table, practically throwing him under the "Being bad is NOT rad" sign. "You are going to stay here until I come and fucking get you and say you can leave!" Unity shouted.
"Yeesh, some-someones getting emotional," Morty commented. He debated whether or not to say this next part, wondering if he was taking it too far. He didn't think on it long, however, his hatred and love of pissing this woman off won over his moral sense. "It must b-be that time of the month, huh?"
Unity crumpled the papers in her hand even more. Her eyes were burning with rage and Morty could practically see the steam pouring out of her ears. "Go fuck yourself," She snarled, clenching her teeth and glaring hatefully at Morty. "I-I'll... I'll leave you here all night! I'll make sure you don't move a fucking muscle!" Unity stomped away, muttering under her breath and clenching Morty's art in her fist.
Morty scoffed, taking his seat on the wooden bench again. He kicked his feet up, twisting his body so that his back was resting comfortably (enough) on the arm rest. He was going to be here for a while.
Notes:
so basically... in this AU, Unity is (obviously) not a hivemind. She's just a woman (who will be acting as an antagonist throughout this fic lol sorry to all the unity lovers out there)
but MOST other canon alien/not human characters, like Birdperson, Squanchy, etc, will remain aliens/non humans. it's only Unity who has drastically changed.
Also, to answer any possible questions, Camp KYS is for ages 8-18, so there's 8 year olds are running around but also teenagers and young adults running around too. Unity/all other counselors are over 20 (their ages don't really matter, just that they are young adults/adults.
hope you enjoyed this chapter :) Ch.3 comes out in a week <3
Chapter 3: do art, not drugs!
Summary:
Here at Camp Kindness, Youth, and Sunshine, we say NO WAY to drugs!!
Notes:
ahahaha school is kicking my ass and midterms went well !! all 90s and above <3 woohoo
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Rick barely glanced up from his work in the Science Hall as someone barged in and slammed fistfuls of crumbled-up paper on the table next to his glowing blue concoction.
Unity had tears in her eyes, mascara and makeup staining tear trails down her face. "I hate that stupid fucking Marty Smith or- or whatever his fucking name is," She hiccuped, pointing at the drawings. "Look what he did!"
Rick saw, amused by the poorly drawn penises, vaginas, and tits on the paper. His amusement was obviously clear and Unity deflated. "You... you think it's funny?"
"It's just a- just a drawing, babe. The kid- Morty's fourteen. This is his type of humor," Rick said, shrugging. He spared a glance at the drawing of an erect penis and a soft one. Even though they were shitty drawings, they were pretty damn accurate. From the shape of the shaft, to the shape of the balls, to the veins, these were not dicks someone could just draw off the top of their head. No, these were the work of someone who has a long, long history of looking at male genitalia. Rick briefly wondered what kind of porn Morty watched. If Morty was watching straight porn, he was obviously, suspiciously, paying a lot of attention to the men. And on the other hand, if Morty was watching gay porn, well...
"That- that's not the point!" Unity protested. Rick would practically hear the fight and anger leaving her voice. "It- it's not appropriate!"
"Neither i-is sleeping with a- a man three times your age," Rick commented. "Yet." He gestured at himself than to Unity, who stared at him with an appalled look.
"You can't be serious! What we have... Marty is nowhere-"
"Morty."
"-near our-... What?"
"Morty," Rick repeated. "Not Marty. No 'a', it's an 'o'."
Unity sputtered, "I don't actually give a shit what his name is, Rick! How could you even compare him to what we have?"
Rick frowned. "What we h-have? What we have is- is a 'summer fling', b-babe. We mess around over summer and do our own shit all the other months. You- you know that, right?"
The tears streaming down Unity's face and the scream she let out were giving Rick the impression that she did not, in fact, know that. "What the fuck, Rick!" She shouted, slamming her hands down on the table. The force of her slam made the glowing glass vial Rick put down shake and nearly fall over.
"W-woah!" Rick exclaimed, shooting up quickly to ensure the vial didn't tilt. "Fucking- fucking watch it," He hissed. This mixture was still an experiment. He didn't know what would happen if it spilled and he didn't intend to find out right now.
Unity let out a strangled laugh. "Just a summer fling?! Rick, I know things about you that no one knows! I've told you things that would get me sent to prison! Get me a fucking death sentence! I know about your technology... you're incredible brain... I know everything about you!" Clearly not enough to know that Rick Sanchez does not settle down, but Rick didn't say that.
Shrugging, Rick replied, "Quid pro quo. I- I keep your secrets from getting you a death penalty, you keep mine so I don't end- end up in some lab being experimented on."
"What we have is special," Unity cried.
"What we have is hot and sexy," Rick said bluntly. He purposely left out how bored he was getting of her, though, as to not hurt her feelings anymore. "Babe-"
Unity cut him off, "No!" She shrieked, "Don't call me that if you hate me so damn much!" Rick's frown grew, stretching into an irritated scowl.
"I never said I- said I hated you, Jesus," He exhaled. "Don-don't put fucking words i-into my mouth, yeah?" Rick snapped.
Unity sobbed. "I'll just leave!" She shouted, making her way towards to exit. She went slowly, stopping every so often and turning her head a little to see if Rick was getting up. Rick did not move at all, staring at Unity as she took an embarrassing exit. Bye, He thought. Bye, he thought again, stronger this time when Unity stopped at the door. Unity huffed, "Whatever, Rick. I don't care."
"Cool, b-bye." Rick turned back to his work, pointedly ignoring as Unity stared at him as if waiting for him to shoot up and beg her to stay. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.
Unity huffed again, slamming the door with as much rage as she could muster. Rick sighed, rolling his eyes when she left.
///
"Two times in- in one day, huh?"
Morty sighed, scrunching his closed eyes tighter. "Get your little girl-girlfriend on a tighter leash. She- she's pissing me off." Rick snorted, pulling the entire weight of Morty's body up and pushing him aside to make room for himself. It's weird as- as hell how strong he is, Morty thought. This asshole had some sort of superhuman strength and it was so fucking weird.
"Yeah," Rick agreed, "she's p-pissing me off too." Rick looked lost in thought for a moment before saying, "Nothing w-was worse than the guy who came before her, t-though. He was a to-total freak. And not only in the sheets," Rick added with a smirk. "The guy would constantly follow m-me around, practically threw himself at my feet one time when I almost stepped on some little kid's shit." Rick snorted. "You would've hated him waaaaay more."
Mildly curious, not too curious, though, Morty had to be careful not to act too invested in this guy, Morty asked, "Wo-would have? What happened to him?"
Rick paused, eyes snapping to the ground, a tree, the bathroom, and then finally back to Morty. "Oh, you- you, uh, you know," Rick said vaguely, waving his hand around.
"I don't know."
Rick almost laughed at the blunt way Morty said that. "He stopped coming two summers ago, dunno what h-happened to him," Rick said after a moment of silence. God, it was such an obvious lie that Morty would feel bad calling him out on it. Morty just hummed in reply instead.
Looking up, Rick commented, "'s'getting dark, how long ha-have you been out here?"
Morty shrugged, "Maybe three, f-four hours? Unity was really pissed. Said I couldn't leave 'til she said so."
"And y-you listened? Last time I told you to stay for twenty minutes and you left the second I- I turned my back," Rick smirked, smile only growing larger as Morty's body reacted, flushing a faint red over his cheeks and ears.
"I d-didn't have anything- anything better to d-do..."
"You c-could chill in your cabin," Rick suggested, unaware that Morty would sooner fuck Rick before willingly going back to his cabin.
Morty winced. "Y-yeah. I guess." The response was vague and stiff, Rick felt a small stab of worry in his gut.
"Some-something wrong in your cabin?" Rick asked, his expression giving away all the concern and worry he tried -- and failed miserably -- to mask.
Morty forced a laugh, giving a smarmy response in return. "Uh, yeah, th-there's bugs e-everywhere in it a-and the shower has one setting, cold."
Rick's frown deepened, furrowing his brow. "You- that's not what I- I mean.
Morty returned the frown, eyes darting from Rick's ear to Rick's shoulder to the small patch of mud on the ground by Rick's feet. Anywhere that wasn't Rick's eyes. "I-it's fine, man. I-I dunno wh-what you're so worried about. It- it's just dirty. 'kay?"
Not only was Morty lying straight to Rick's face, but Rick almost believed it. Is this what his life has come to? He was Rick fucking Sanchez, he was a genius, a creator, some prepubescent boy was not going to trick him. "Yeah, okay." Rick shoved his hands in his pocket, one hand pulling out a flask and the other pulling out his phone. Something fell out of Rick's pocket, Morty heard it fall to the floor, but Rick didn't notice, and he started to walk away. As he was walking away, Rick turned his head around and said, "You can l-leave, by the way. I d-don't really care what Un-Unity said. You c-can go."
Morty almost retorted how he just said he didn't have anywhere to go when he saw something glittering on the floor. When he reached out to pick up the shining object, he saw it was a key. The key wasn't all that noteworthy, but the first thing Morty noticed was the keychain on it, which was a mini square with the atomic number, symbol, and mass of the element Uranium.
Rick dropped the key to the Science Hall.
Morty held the key in his fist, cool metal practically buzzing in Morty's hand. Rick seemed frenzied and hectic at times, but he wasn't stupid enough drop something and not immediately pick it up. When it finally clicked in his mind -- and it took a couple of minutes of sitting on the bench like an idiot with a key in his hand -- his face morphed into a smile against his will.
That fucking asshole, Morty thought, smiling wider against his will, exhaling an amused breathy laugh.
Nothing was easy with this guy.
***
Of course, sleeping on the floor of a cold laboratory was not the most comfortable place Morty slept, but it was ten times better than sleeping on shitty cotton sheets with sweaty flannel blankets that smelled like stale piss and cum. Come to think of it, it was eleven times better than being anywhere near Frank or Brad.
Morty loved every second of the air conditioning. Even if that meant scratching at the goosebumps that popped up on his arms and legs and shivering for hours until he fell asleep. It had been so long since Morty experienced not sweating his ass off, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
Yeah, his back hurt like a bitch. And yes, he did only get two or three hours of sleep because he kept getting distracted by all the cool new things he found in the Science Hall... but it was worth it to finally have this moment of peace and, dare he say, enjoyment at this hellish camp.
///
The next morning Rick woke up with thirty-eight notifications on his phone. Thirteen missed calls and twenty-five text messages. Rick cleared the calls but took time to read each text message and pick out his favorites.
Unity, 8:04 P.M.:
Rick baby I'm sorry for blowing up @ u ... I was hurt.. we can still see each other 2night?
Unity, 8:11 P.M.:
Rick please respond.. can I meet u at ur cabin?? we can talk.. maybe more..
Unity, 8:43:
why r u being such a child??? and ignoring me??? YOU ARE NOT FUCKING SIX RICK DONT GIVE ME THE SILENT TREATMENT!!!
Unity, 9:28 P.M.:
I HATE YOU WHY r u doing this to me??? I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ACTING LIKE A CHILD
Unity, 10:43 P.M.:
I'm going to bed Rick. maybe you'll grow a fucking pair of balls in the morning and stop ghosting me.
Unity, 10:45 P.M.:
Im literally crying right now rick
Unity, 1:04 A.M.:
KILL YOURSELF I HATE YOU FUCK YOU YOU BITCH PIECE OF SHIT FUCK YOU
Rick couldn't suppress his laughter, openly laughing and mocking all of Unity's messages. He knew a few Ricks who had to see these.
Rick, 7:12 A.M.:
Baby.
Unity's reply was almost instant as if she had been staring at her phone for hours waiting for Rick's message. Rick thought that was idiotic and desperate.
Unity, 7:12 A.M.:
I'm still pissed @ u!! now is NOT the time for pet names.
Rick, 7:13 A.M.:
I'm not calling you 'baby', I'm calling you a baby. As in, you're acting like a big, pissy little infant right now.
A moment later, Rick's phone was ringing. Who was calling him, you may find yourself curious to ask, well who do you think it was? Context clues, damn. Rick didn't hesitate as he swiped ignore. He was so not dealing with Unity's shit this early.
While Rick went along with his morning routine -- which consisted of simply brushing his teeth, carelessly running his fingers through his hair, and pouring himself a nice big helping of alcohol, today it was a deep navy blue with white specs that looked like stars, in his flask for breakfast -- and ignored Unity's calls. Christ, this was getting annoying. She kept calling and calling and calling and calling and not fucking stopping, Rick was starting to get pissed.
On the -- and yes, Rick was counting -- eighteenth call, Rick picked up, and without giving Unity a chance to speak he said, "Stop fucking calling me, or your ass is- is getting fi-fired."
"You won't fire me!" Unity cried in a shrill shriek.
"Yeah," Rick said darkly, lowering his voice and speaking in a dull monotone, "I won't just fire you. Y-you know too damn much. How- how 'bout this; stop f-fucking calling me or your ass if fucking dead? That better?"
It was dead silent on Unity's end, only the quiet sound of a gasp before she hung up. Rick exhaled, half-heartedly glancing at his flask. He needed way more alcohol.
Rick leisurely strolled out of his cabin, trekking through the tall trees and out of the woods to get to the camp. He was immediately met with the sight of little kids running around, playing tag, middle schoolers huddled by the benches and whispering to each other, and -- aha! There! -- the angsty high school teenagers, standing off in the corner and looking judgmentally as everyone around them is enjoying themselves and having fun. And right in the center of those judgmental teens was the exact person Rick was looking for.
"Heyyy, S-Sum-sum," Rick called out, scaring the shit out of Summer, who failed at trying to hide the joint she was currently smoking. The other teenagers who were with her all shared looks of fear and worry as they muttered excuses and incomprehensible mumbles before quickly walking away. Rick assumed they were all high, and made a small reminder to bust those kids and take their stash for himself later on.
Summer pulled a pair of hot pink sunglasses out of her pants pocket and slipped them on, which Rick found hilariously moronic. The joint was still in her hand behind her back, and Rick didn't even need to use the body modifications in his eyes to see through her and tell. "Hi, Grandpa Rick," Summer said, fidgeting with the drug In her hand.
Rick put on a smile, trying his best to not make a smarmy comment about how he could smell the weed on her and she wasn't hiding shit. Rick bit his tongue, that wasn't what he was here for. "So, you- you're in with all the gossip going around h-here, yeah?" Rick asked and Summer's eyebrows shot up in surprise over her sunglasses.
"Maybe," Summer replied, shrugging her shoulders. She had an air of smugness surrounding her. It was clear Rick would have to use a different approach to get information out of her.
Rick bit back a laugh. He knew Summer more than he knew Morty, but only by a little. He would sometimes visit Beth earlier on, when Summer was first born. Rick briefly wondered if she still believed in that imaginary friend of hers -- Tibbles... Tinkles...? Something stupid like that -- and still wished for a pet unicorn.
Knowing her now, when she's grown up, Rick is so very pleased that his grandchildren are not dumbasses like Jerry. If Rick believed in religion, he would be thanking God for having Morty and Summer have functioning brains. (Unlike someone)
"I'll- I'll tell you what," Rick said, leaning in and speaking quietly so no one else could hear. "Y-you tell me everything you know about wh-what your brother is getting up to here, a-and when I b-bust those teens for their drugs, we'll split 'em, fifty-fifty."
Summer momentarily lost her bravado, jaw dropping open in shock before she regained her composure and crossed her arms. "What do you want to know?"
Rick smirked. "Anything. Mo-mostly, his relationship roommates."
"Oh." Thinking for a second, Summer responded, "Well, he's with Frank and Brad, I know that. They're kinda dicks, though. I mean," Summer paused, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, "Frank's kinda hot, but like, overall, they're both assholes. Uhm, I heard from Brad's girlfriend that they've been pranking Morty or something. Like stealing his sheets and blankets, pissing in his shoes and on his clothes, locking Morty out of the cabin at night... I don't know, it's mostly just rumors. No one knows for sure what's going on."
In that moment, Rick felt a primal desire to kill. He didn't understand the reason behind it though. He's heard, and done, way worse things before. Why did it make him so pissed this time? It's stress, Rick thought, I've been stressed the fuck out lately, with all the Unity bullshit. I'm exhausted.
Summer shuffled awkwardly at Rick's silence. "It's probably not true, I-D-K though. I feel like Morty would tell someone about it, or like, do something about it."
Rick grunted in response, even though he didn't hear a word Summer said. "Cool, dawg. Thanks." In a low whisper, he added, "I'll l-leave the goods outside y-your cabin. Behind a bush or- or something."
Rick walked away before Summer could argue that there were, like, four large bushes outside her cabin.
///
"He's so weird," Summer commented hours later. She and Jessica got bored of being outside and they were both sweaty and sick of the sun, "My grandpa. He, like, owns this place. He's so weird."
"Ohhh," Jessica said, drawing out the word. "What happened?" She asked excitedly, sitting cross-legged on the bed across from Summer's.
Summer groaned, "He totally busted me and some of the others for being high. But I didn't get in trouble. He even split the weed he confiscated from the others and split it with me." Summer pulled her half of the drugs out of the discreet black pouch it was in. She had spent fucking hours searching for it in the bushes.
"Oh shit," Jessica said.
"And the weirdest part... he just wanted info about Morty. Of all fucking people," Summer chuckled.
"Your little brother?"
"Yep."
Jessica raised a brow. "So... your grandpa just... gave you weed, you're underage B-T-W, because he wanted to know something about your brother?" At Summer's nod, Jessica added, "Shit, I wish he was my grandfather. My grandpa is fat and sits around all day. He'd kill himself for giving me drugs."
Summer and Jessica laughed, planning on spending the rest of the night talking shit and getting high.
///
Later that night, Morty never gave Rick back the keys to the Science Hall.
And Rick never asked for them back.
Notes:
hope you enjoyed this chapter!! get ready guys bc we are getting our first little bit of rickorty next chapter, just a little ;o
Chapter 4: Safe campers stay OUT of the forest!
Summary:
All Camp KYS campers know not to venture out too far into the forest! Remember, if you can't see a counselor, you aren't as safe as you can be!
Notes:
TW: ATTEMPTED RAPE. It isn't graphic, and it is NOT between Rick and Morty. It is basically like the Mr. Jellybean scene in that one s1 episode. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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"Hey, kiddo... how 'ya doing?"
It was dark out, later than midnight Morty knew for sure. Morty stepped out of the bathroom and was immediately faced with some guy. It was too dark for Morty to make out this guy completely, he just had a blurry-ish picture of his face. Morty didn't recognize him but by the lanyard he saw around his neck, Morty knew it was a counselor. "Hi," Morty said curtly, uninterested in continuing their conversation any longer. Morty tried to walk away when the guy reached out and grabbed his arm.
"Ah, hey, no, wait a sec, kiddo," The guy said, smiling a sort of cool grin that made all the alarms in Morty's head go off. Something was off about this asshole and Morty did not want to stick around long enough to find out what.
"Let go o-of my arm, man," Morty snapped. The alarms were blaring now as the guy chuckled and ran his thumb along Morty's arm.
"Come on, kid, go with the flow."
Morty tried to wrench his arm free but the guy had a tight hold. Morty really started to panic when the guy began to pull him away from the camp and into the woods. Nobody would even know they were out there.
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Rick sighed, drowning himself in yet another bottle of booze. He was covered in blood, sweat, and alien substances -- don't ask. Seriously, don't -- and he was fucking exhausted. Rick will be the first to admit he has a sort of... problem with his anger. He didn't have anger issues exactly, but when he got mad, it was suddenly everyone's problem.
He doesn't deal with his emotions properly, at least that's what his sometimes-therapist says. So when Rick found himself in his left-over-metal-and-trash spaceship, flying off to a different planet to get wasted, it was no surprise to anyone that he ended up obliterating a quarter of the native species. He didn't mean to, it just happened. And yeah, he was imagining killing Frank and Brad while he mass-murdered aliens, but that's not too important.
Rick did not understand why even after he got a decent sleep, ate a full meal, and got laid, he still felt like slitting those boys' throats and chopping them up into little pieces. Rick hated this feeling. He hated feeling so attached and obsessed with some stupid, anti-social kid.
Angry and repressed, Rick did what any normal person would do in a situation like this. He went up to space with his homemade spaceship and fucked aliens. Rick returned to Earth at around one in the morning, landing his spacecraft on a cleared-out plot of land. The land slid open and the ship and Rick slowly lowered into the ground. In the underground bunker, Rick turned on his T.V. set and set it to a news channel on the planet he just traumatized. His image was flashing all over the screen while the aliens yelled out strange words and mourned their losses.
Rick frowned and typed in the notes app on his phone, 'Blow up Planet GrapFlap 90-3KL.' He started the job, he might as well finish it another day.
All of a sudden, a computer screen on Rick's desk began flashing red with bold letters reading 'UNKNOWN PRESENSE(S) DETECTED.' Rick turned on the monitor and was met with the sight of Morty being dragged deep into the woods by... some scraggly, weird-ass looking kid. No, not a kid... Rick recognized that guy as one of his counselors. He called himself something stupid... what was it... oh yeah, the guy called himself Jellybean. Weird guy. Rick never really cared for him, but he needed to hire someone. Rick couldn't make out what they were saying, but he could see the fear and uncertainty in Morty's face.
Rick curled his hands into fists, feeling that utterly sickening feeling again. It was a mix of passiveness and protectiveness, but Rick couldn't determine which, all he could see was red and some random ass adult gripping Morty's arm and forcing the kid deeper and deeper in the woods.
Rick focused the camera, switching between different ones to get the best view on what was happening. But when Rick saw Jellybean caress Morty's face, Rick shot up. Who the actual, mothering-fucking fuck did this guy think he was? Rick was out of his cabin almost instantly, expertly traversing the woods as silently and stealthily. When Rick found the two, he had to use everything in his power to not lunge at Jellybean and rip his fucking throat out with his teeth. He could hear bits and pieces of the conversation and Rick did not like what he was hearing at all.
"C'mon, kiddo, don't be like that ... You love it ... fuckin' slut, I know it ... need a real man ... make you feel good ... beautiful body..."
It was over when Jellybean put his hands on Morty, though. The second that creep started rubbing Morty's shoulders and arms, Rick popped out from behind the tree he was hiding behind. "Heyyy. What's uh, what's going on here, Jellybean?" Rick forced a pleasant expression, almost cheerful, to disguise the murderous intent he felt deep down.
Jellybean shot up straight, jumping practically six feet in the air, but most importantly, away from Morty. "Oh, h-hey, Mr. Sanchez. Just- just showin' this kid around. The woods look real beautiful at night."
"Oh, yeah. It's really a beautiful sight. So deep in the woods, away fr-from e-everyone." Rick forced a smile at did not reach his eyes. "You c-can get away with a l-lot of stuff in a p-place like this, at a t-time like this." Jellybean swallowed nervously, eyes darting side to side.
Morty stared between the two, heart racing. He could feel his heart beat in his ears down to his toes. He felt like last night's dinner was about to come back up. "Morty," Rick said, not taking his eyes off Jellybean, "come here." Shakily Morty walked to Rick, standing slightly behind him as to be out of Jellybean's line of sight.
Rick was finding it harder and harder to not kill this guy right here. But he couldn't do that in front of Morty. Reluctantly, Rick turned away from Jellybean, looking down at Morty then straight ahead. Morty followed Rick back to his cabin, not bothering to turn around when the ground shook slightly and Jellybean let out a hysterical scream.
Back in Rick's cabin, Morty sat on the edge of the lone cot in the room. Idly, Morty wondered wear all the science stuff was. He glanced around, taking in his new surroundings, and saw five dead flies on a small kitchen counter. He thought maybe those flies were like... a secret code and they had to be ordered correctly for the science stuff to be revealed. Sounds pretty stupid though, so Morty didn't think on it too long.
"You, uh, okay?" Rick asked after the two remained in awkward silence.
Morty shrugged. "'M'fine."
"Morty, if you-"
"D-did you kill that guy?" Morty asked loudly, cutting Rick off.
"What?"
"That guy, you mentioned some guy wh-who was worse than Unity. He was obsessed with you or- or something. You s-said stopped coming. D-did you kill him?"
Rick froze. "Do you think I did?"
"Yeah." Morty swung his legs off the edge of the cot, staring at the ground. "Y-you're... weird. You g-give off murderer vibes." Morty didn't know what was worse, the fact that he wouldn't really care if his grandfather was a killer, or the fact that it really didn't bother him in the way it probably should.
Rick hesitated. "I took him somewhere. I didn't kill him." Morty saw Rick move over to a cabin, hand resting by the side of a drawer. Morty wondered what sort of last-resort, plan-b-option thing he had in there.
"Did- did you kill that Jelly guy, or what- whatever his name was?"
Rick's fingers tapped against the wooden drawer. "No." Morty flickered his gaze up to meet Rick's eyes and Rick went on. "Not yet."
Morty hummed, dropping his eyes to the ground again. Morty wanted to ask, he so badly wanted to, if he could do it, but he feared Rick's response no matter if it was a yes or a no. Morty exhaled, collapsing onto the cot. Morty stared up at the ceiling and didn't think. Rick walked over and sat down next to him wordlessly. Whenever Rick shut his eyes or looked away, Morty would stare up at him incredulously. When Morty shut his mind off and stopped thinking, Rick was really interesting. He was full of contradictions that Morty wanted to sit down and analyze. He wanted to run tests on Rick and experiment on him like a lab rat.
Morty didn't know when he fell asleep, but he did know that the next morning the two didn't share a single word as they woke up with Morty's head on Rick's thigh and Rick's arm draped over Morty's body.
Notes:
guys school is actually kicking my ass ??? lol
hope you enjoyed this chapter!! sorry it's so short lol, i just had to get something out (and i hope you guys will forgive me for my month long break haha it WILL happen again. sorry in advance)
:)
Chapter 5: Good campers turn off their devices and reconnect with nature!
Summary:
We here at Camp Kindness, Youth, and Sunshine value our campers going full days without screens! Since we like to give our campers a feeling of responsibility, they all have their devices, but the best campers know how to turn their phones off and play outside!
Remember kids, too much screen time is bad for your health!
Notes:
I can't find motivation for shit omg
sorry it's been over a year wtfanyway I like this story and I want to finish it, plus the new season of rick and morty is coming out in 2 days so!! Maybe i'll find my motivation again who knows. It's also summer break soon so i'll have a lotttt more time to write
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Morty found himself taking refuge in Rick’s cabin more often than not. Though he loved spending hours walking around the Science Hall at night, he started getting bored of the repetitiveness, and the floor or a bench in the Hall did not make for the most comfortable bed.
Late one night, maybe two or three in the morning – Morty didn’t know the time after haphazardly shoving his phone into his pocket and rushing out of the Hall – Rick opened the door to reveal Morty standing outside, nonverbally asking to come in. Rick wouldn’t decline, Morty knew that, and Rick stepped aside and allowed Morty in.
“Nightmare?” Rick asked. Morty cringed when he realized what Rick was referring to.
“No...” Morty said, trailing off as though he had more to say but bit his tongue. It was a half-truth-half-lie answer. Jellybean hasn’t left his mind for the past few days, but it’s not a trauma response or anything, Morty was freaked out and disgusted by Jellybean’s advances, but he wasn’t having nightmares about that... In reality, Morty was dreaming of all the ways he’s kill that asshole, violent and gory thoughts filling his mind and preventing him from sleeping. Of course, it didn’t help that Rick knew where Jellybean was, rather, he knew where he took Jellybean. Morty didn’t know what Rick would do if he asked to see him, if he asked for ten minutes alone with the guy. Truthfully, Morty didn’t know what he wanted to hear, sensible fuck no , or the more ideal have at it. How would any normal person respond if your grandkid asked to brutalize their attempted rapist? But then, Morty thought, Rick didn’t seem like a normal person.
Rick sighed, placing a hand on Morty’s shoulder and patting it paternally. Morty didn’t know why the action seemed to ground him... if it had been Jerry patting his arm he would’ve cringed away from the touch. He let himself be led to Rick’s cot while Rick spoke. “Nightmares are normal, no- there's n-no to be embarrassed. Fuck, I get nightmare t-too with all the shit I've- uh... well, yeah, it’s- it’s normal.”
Morty sat silently, swinging his legs off the edge of the cot since they just barely reached the floor. Rick sat on a stool in front of the counter right across the cot, scribbling away on a pad of paper. Morty tried to look over Rick’s shoulder, but when he couldn’t make out any of the words on the paper, he gave up. Flicking his fingers rhythmically against his thighs. “I miss my video games,” Morty said out of nowhere. Rick looked up, first in confusion, then the look morphed into something like understanding. “I- I have my phone... but my mo-mobile games suck ass.” After a moment, Morty spoke up again, “I hate it here. Sorry.”
Rick exhaled, pushing his notepad aside, obviously he wouldn’t get anything substantial done. “S’fine, you’re a fourteen-year-old kid who was dragged to the middle of- of nowhere. I get it, dawg, you’d- uh, you’d rather be watching porn or playing video games or stalking some cute girl from your class like a- like a little creep. But your p-parents took over your summer and now you- you're here.”
“Woah, yeah,” Morty said stunned, then a muttered, “I- I guess you do get it.” Morty was almost surprised that Rick was so spot on, but then resentful that the grandfather he knew nothing about and just met for the first time a week ago knew more about him than his own parents.
“You’re not the first home-sick kind that got stuck here,” Rick spoke idly, waving his hand around for emphasis, “really, the only difference is that I’m the one dealing with it. I- Most of the time I throw these kids to the counselors ‘cuz I can’t be bothered.” Rick turned in his stool, giving Morty a quick once over that had the boy straightening his posture and feeling oddly scrutinized. “You’re- uh, different, I guess. Maybe since you’re Beth’s kid, I dunno.” It seemed like there was something else, like Rick wasn’t being entirely truthful, but Morty didn’t dwell on it. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride and the slightest glimmer of happiness.
“Hm, I guess I like the- the special treatment.”
“... yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Rick gave him another once over, this one had Rick’s eyes trailing down his body slower. “Are you used to special treatment from adults?” His tone was calm, bored even, but there was an underlying accusatory lilt to his voice, and Morty wasn’t sure he liked what Rick was implying.
He decided to play innocent, because Rick’s gaze was doing something to Morty that Morty did not want to unpack. Not right now, maybe later when Rick goes to bed and all Morty can hear is the soft sound of Rick breathing. “All the time,” Morty said, staring at Rick with wide eyes and a slight tilt of his head, “Dad says I have a- a learning disability, so all my teachers treat me different.
Rick hummed, glancing back to the work on his notepad. He was working on an equation for his new tech, and probably could’ve solved it in the time he spent uselessly going back and forth with Morty. This fucking kid, he thought to himself. “So no big, scary adults are touching you in- in your special place and making sure you don’t tell mommy or daddy?” Rick asked, patronizing and dripping with insincere sweetness.
“Act- actually, yeah, they do . Your counselors,” Morty shot back, basking in victory at the way Rick’s shoulders tensed and the atmosphere became uncomfortable. A win was a win, Morty won’t complain.
“Morty...” Rick sighed, exasperated.
“Rick...” Morty mocked in the same tone.
Rick sighed again, louder this time as he pushed himself up and dug through a closet on the other side of the room. Rick pulled out a console that looked similar to Morty’s PlayStation, but this one was a bright purple with weird looking crystals on the sides and a glowing green tube running through the machine.
When Rick set the console up at the foot of the cot, a holographic screen popped up above the machine. Rick pressed a few buttons and a game catalogue appeared, showcasing games Morty knew well, but also ones he’s never heard of. Fortnite, COD, GTA, and... Ass-fighter 80085...?
“What the f-fuck is this?” Morty asked, jaw dropped.
“A PlayStation,” Rick said too quickly. “It’s customized.”
“My PlayStation doesn’t do th-”
“Morty,” Rick said suddenly serious, “do you want to question this holy grail of gamer crack... or do you wanna play some fucking Ass-fighter 80085?” The loading screen preview of the game flashed in Morty’s eyes, scantily clad male and female characters decorated the screens, people of all genders wearing short shorts that revealed too much. Morty’s eyes went wide and Rick could see the exact moment Morty’s succumbed to the siren song of the console.
Rick had a point, Morty decided, but before his heart came to that conclusion, his brain was already hypnotized by the controller being thrust into his hand. It’s been so long since he’s held something like this in his hands...
“Alright, I- I have work to do tomorrow, so I’m going to bed. Just- uh, stay out of trouble. You can st- stay here, gaming your little heart out, but don’t fuck with my s-saved games.” Rick retreated to the couch, turning on the TV to one of his telenovelas as background noise. He fell asleep to the dramatic story and the sound of video game fighting
Morty barely heard Rick, too entranced by the drug he’s been denied for the past week.
***
Rick went about his rounds of the perimeter, popping into random activities and making sure things were running smoothly, busting the teenagers for selling pot, smoking said pot, it was a normal morning.
“Dad!” Beth called from Arts and Crafts, standing up from her seat next to a crying, homesick little girl. The girl kept sobbing in the background, abandoned. Nepotism at it’s finest, Rick thought bitterly, because he would’ve written someone else up for that kind of behavior.
Rick suppressed a sigh and eyeroll and forced a smile. “Beth, sweetheart, what- what's up?” Rick loved Beth, really, but it was so annoyingly obvious that she missed her father and Rick was just waiting for the invite to come live with them. He might even say yes just to spite Jerry, but then that means living in a house with Jerry , and Rick thought he would just throw up. That also means seeing Morty more often, and Rick had his own plans for that.
Beth looked nervous, anxiously stroking her hair. “Have you seen Morty? I can’t find him anywhere and he wasn’t in his cabin... I’m worried he ran off somewhere.. Or got lost.. He isn’t answering his calls either... I’m scared something’s wrong...” Just to prove her point, Beth called Morty’s number, letting it dial and dial until the automated message said Morty’s number couldn’t be reached.
“Beth,” Rick said reassuringly, “I’ll do everything in my power to look for Morty. Y-you know, I bet he holed up in the Science Hall. He- he loves it there.” Beth looked a little more calm now, so Rick started to lay it on thick. “I- I promise I’ll find him, in fact, I’ll go look for him right now. Right this second and I swear to God I’ll find him for you.” Rick swore to a god he didn’t believe in, and Beth, who evidently knew nothing about him, believed him wholeheartedly.
“Thanks, dad,” she gushed, smiling wide like they had a father-daughter moment.
Rick walked away until he was far enough from Arts and Crafts. Pulling out his phone, Rick dialed Morty’s number, thankful to himself that he put in his information on Morty’s phone while the boy was sleeping after the Jellybean incident.
He just wanted to test something...
The phone rang one time before there was an answer.
“Rick?” The soft, innocent voice came from the other end of the phone.
Rick smirked to himself before the expression dropped from his face in an instant. Fuck. He felt some sick feeling of pride knowing that Morty ignored his own mother’s calls, but picked up right away if it was Rick.
“Are-... Are you there?” the voice came again, hesitant but steady.
“Stop ignoring your mother," Rick said, half regretting but he had to bury that feeling way, way down. “How’s the gaming?”
When Morty started yapping about the game, Rick realized quickly that it would be a while until the boy shut up. The kid was obsessed with Ass-fighters, and Rick totally gets it, he used to be a junkie for that game. Morty starts talking about powerups, and levels, and the online community he already found, Rick listened in on most of it, offering measly wows and no ways and a few that’s cools in between Morty’s rambling or moments when he’d lose his train of thought on a particularly bad stutter.
Normally, hearing other people drone on and on about some bullshit Rick doesn’t care about is boring, but – and there’s that special treatment again – Rick found himself enjoying this one-sided conversation.
Rick returned to the cabin late that night after spending the entire day cleaning up after lazy teenagers he was forced to hire and rowdy children who weren’t taught basic human decency. Rick cursed every day this camp was still standing.
It was two in the morning when Rick got back, unsurprised to see the game console still running and Morty seemingly in the exact same spot on Rick’s cot that Rick left him in. “Did you go outside once?” Rick joked, kicking his shoes off at the door and taking off his camp director shirt to reveal a raggy looking undershirt.
Morty barely looked away from the game, only giving a half-hearted uh-huh in response.
Rick went back to the closet he got the console from and pulled out another controller. Connecting it to the game, Rick insisted, “Move over, I’m playing too.”
Morty huffed out a short laugh. “Don’t you have to sleep, grandpa?” He was to laser-focused on the gameplay that he completely missed the rare look of pure shock that flashed on Rick’s face. Grandpa? Was it just a juvenile insult, Morty calling him an old man, or was it an actual acknowledgement of their familial relationship...?
Rick nearly forgot himself and bragged that he didn’t have to sleep because of his modifications, but Morty wasn’t ready to find out about anything crazy like that. Soon, though...
Since the cot was so small, Rick sat behind Morty, outstretching his left leg so Morty had a weak border around him. The lowest part of Morty’s back, basically his ass, was pressed firmly against Rick’s leg as he watched the screen with rapt attention, mashing buttons on the controller for a power move. “Your mom is- she's worried about you. Did you call her back?”
Morty scoffed, rolling his eyes before focusing his attention back on the game. “I texted her, said I was- was fine or whatever.” The visuals on the screen split in half, announcing a player 2 has joined the game. Morty paused for a second before a smirk curled the corners of his lips upward. In the moment when the game was paused to accept the new player, Morty asked, “You- are you gunna keep talking a-about my mom or do you wanna play this f-fucking gamer crack?”
Rick returned the smirk. “Hell fucking yeah, I’m playing. You’re going outside tomorrow t-though, can’t have you rotting away in here.”
Morty waved him off as the game reset and Rick’s character appeared. The two dueled it out all night until it was seven in the morning and people kept calling for Rick on the walkie talkie. Somewhere in the middle of their gaming sesh, Morty fell asleep, but Rick expected that. After all, he was up for about an entire day doing nothing but gaming. What Rick didn’t expect was for Morty’s sleep-ridden body to fall against him. Morty always walked around camp with a pissed off, angsty pre-teen expression on his face, so Rick was pleasantly surprised to see what the kid looked like when he wasn’t in a mood or captured by his favorite online drug. He was almost cute. Rick’s arm snaked around Morty’s sleeping body, draped around Morty’s shoulders as the boy slept.
One pat and a caress that was a little too touchy later, Rick got up and started his day. He went about his day, soothing a concerned Beth who was panicked wondering where her son runs off to, offering placations to calm her, knowing damn well, and with a – probably concerning – feeling of superiority, that Morty was wrapped up in his blankets, in his cabin, on his bed.
Notes:
I should be studying for my permit test but instead I'm writing this lol
my test is literally in 7 hours but the R&M grind doesn't stop and if I had started to study i lwk wouldn't have finished this lol because I would've got distracted or lost interest
Chapter 6: Good campers stay out of fights!
Summary:
At Camp Kindness, Youth, and Sunshine, we believe in teaching our campers to communicate with their hearts rather than their fists! Open communication is key!
Notes:
wow... an update..? and it hasn't been multiple months???locked in guys, summer break starts in a few days and I'm almost done with finals
this is prob my fav chapter btw
TW!! TW!! TW!!
There is a lot of violence and descriptions of injuries
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Life had become so good for Morty lately, he almost forgot his entire existence was some big cosmic joke. Of course Rick kicked him out after their night-long gaming session, offering some dismissive excuse of ‘you can’t rot inside all day’ and ‘go play with mud or whatever you kids do’ as if Morty could have a good time in a hellhole like this. Despite Rick’s insistence on him getting out, Morty wasn’t upset about it, if anything he was thankful for a few days of solidarity and the cool AC. All good things must come to an end, though.
“Hey, there’s Smith! Where’d you go running away like that, huh? Thinking we’d just forget about you?” Frank mocked roughly slamming Morty’s body to the floor of the cabin. He glanced over and saw his mattress, bedsheets, and... well, his entire top half of the bunkbed was lit on fire, slowing burning away.
“Like our little surprise?” Brad jeered, “We saw the lump your blanket made and thought you snuck back in without us noticing!”
Explicit murder attempt aside, Morty let his head flop down, forehead banging on the floor. God damn it... He was tired for gaming all night and wanted to sleep. The keys to the Science Hall felt heavy in his pockets, almost calling out to Morty to go take refuge in there. Morty agreed wholeheartedly and planned to escape whenever Brad and Frank got tired of their antics.
One bloody and bruising beating later, Morty left his cabin, scratching at open cuts on his arms from Frank’s switchblade and wincing as he ran on bruised legs. Morty panted with pain as he slowed down once he was far away from the cabin, cradling his left arm. Frank must have kicked him too hard, because his arm was swelling up and pounding in pain. He kept his arm rigid and straight down because it hurt too much to move. The bruises on that arm were especially bad, and the way it looked slightly deformed and swollen told Morty it may be broken. Tears welled in Morty’s eyes but he forced himself not to cry; there was no way he was going to cry in front of the losers here or in a place like this.
“ Hey !” a familiar, feminine voice shouted, there was anger and a slight hint of resentment in her tone, and Morty couldn’t fight back the cringe that made his whole body tense. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Please... not right now.
Unity appeared behind Morty, hand on her hip with an accusing glare. “Are you starting fights now? You know there’s children here, right? Are you beating up kids?” Her shrill voice was starting to piss Morty off and Morty would rather run back to the violent beatings of Frank and Brad than stay here and talk to her.
“Maybe I’m the one who’s get- getting beat up, or is your brain too tiny to comprehend multiple possibilities?” Morty snapped, but give him credit, there was a lot meaner things he wanted to say but he held back if only to make this conversation end faster.
Unity laughed, cruel and loudly. Morty’s arm throbbed. “That’s even more embarrassing! Poor baby,” her tone became mockingly softer, and she spoke in a babying voice, “oh no! Is the poor wittle baby getting buwwied?”
Beth chose the perfect time to walk by the two, just as Morty replied, “Sh-shut the fuck up y-you bitch!”
“Morty!” Beth exclaimed, shocked at Morty’s language and then horrified at the state her son was in. “Oh my God, are you okay?”
Stepping in front of Morty to directly speak to Beth, Unity said, “Mrs. Smith! Your son is fighting with the other campers! This behavior is not tolerated here! I’m going to have to bring this incident up with Rick, you know.” Unity looked so self-assured it caused a well of hatred to burst inside his heart. He moved to cuss her out again, but the sudden action caused his arm a great deal of pain and whatever insult he had was left unsaid as he groaned in discomfort.
“I think I – I need a doc- a doctor...” Morty whimpered, suddenly feeling lightheaded and dizzy. His whole body ached and throbbed in pain, blood dripped down his arms like red tears from the cuts. Morty’s been bullied all his life, but this was different, it’s never been this bad.
Unity scoffed. “You can go to the nurse after Rick sees what you’ve been doing here!”
“Oh my fucking god!” Morty snapped, arm injury be damned, “he’s not going to let- let you hit! Grow th- the fuck up and move on!”
“Morty!” Beth protested again, stupidly oblivious to anything around her that wasn’t Rick . God, was everyone here obsessed with Rick Sanchez?
Seething, Unity grabbed Morty by his broken arm, ignoring the guttural cry Morty let out. “Let’s go you piece of shit.” She dragged him away, yelling at him to shut up while she tugged his overworked, overwhelmed body, slowly becoming limp from exertion. Unity forced Morty down an unfamiliar route to a large wooden cabin-like building that read “Camp Director” on a big sign on the porch. Morty, delirious from pain and half-conscious cringed when he realized Rick was going to see him like this. His vision went a little black around the edges, and the grass below his feet blurred into one big green blob.
“Rick!” Unity called, sickly sweet and putting on her faux cheery camp counselor voice. “Look, I know you don’t want to see me, but you might want to see this!” She squeezed Morty’s broken arm again and Morty didn’t even feel it, his whole body felt numb, and his eyelids were becoming heavy. He wanted to just... fall asleep... lay down...
“What the hell do you— Morty ?!” Rick’s irritated, bored tone dropped the second he saw Morty’s weak form, damaged, bloody, and black-and-blue. His eyes darted to Morty’s left arm, the way Unity held it tightly in her hand, sharp nails digging into the bruised skin of an arm that was definitely broken.
“I found him starting fights with the younger campers!” Unity said happily, staring at Rick with adoration in her eyes and misplaced confidence.
Morty, in his barely there state muttered hoarsely, “y-y-you should...see th-the other... guy.” A dry laugh escaped Morty’s dry lips as his hazy, unfocused eyes met Rick’s wide ones. This time, Morty couldn’t stop the stray tears that fell, hastily averting eye contact.
“Fucking- Unity, let go! You don’t k-know what a broken arm looks like?!” Rick yelled, slapped Unity’s hand off Morty and pushed her away. Morty stumbled immediately without Unity holding him up, but Rick caught him right away.
“But he-”
“But fucking nothing, are you an i-idiot?! Don’t- don’t answer that, I know y-you are. Fuck, get out!” Rick ordered, alternating between a hate-filled glare directed at unity and an empathetic, soothing look at Morty’s battered form. Before Morty passed out, he heard bits and pieces of Rick and Unity’s final conversation up until the moment everything went black.
“ you’re gonna ... on him?! Wasting precious ... some kid?”
“Shut up, you ... my fucking grandson! And I’ll give him ... heal him!”
“What about me and ...”
“...useless ... fuck out!”
***
When Morty woke up, he felt great.
Not tired, not sore, his arm didn’t anymore, he didn’t even feel good. He felt incredible, more rejuvenated than he’s been in years . There was an unfamiliar buzz under his skin and Morty couldn’t remember the last time he felt this energetic.
Morty moved to get off the bed he was laying on when he finally got a good look at his surroundings. This was Rick’s cabin .
“You shouldn’t sit up so fast,” a voice, Rick’s , commented as the older man walked into the room. Morty didn’t know what he meant until he sat up and was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness and nausea.
“Fuck... w-what happened...?” Morty rasped, hacking up a cough from his dry throat. A water bottle was thrust in front of Morty’s face, who eagerly accepted the beverage. Morty drank the entire bottle in less than ten second, panting with relief as the cool water soothed his throat.
Rick paused before answer, “...you were pretty beat up. Broken arm, infected cuts, broken rib too.”
“Shit...”
“Yeah. Unity brought you over, you remember that?”
Morty scoffed as the memories from earlier came rushing back. “I remember h-her refusing to take me to a d-doctor and saying- t-telling you I attacked s-some kid.”
Rick sucked in a breath and the way his shoulders tensed didn’t go unnoticed by Morty. “Sorry.”
Morty shrugged. “It’s fine. I- I think I’m used to it by now,” Morty joked, trying to lighten the mood, but it only served to make the tension in the air thicker.
“Morty,” Rick started slowly, as if trying to find the right words, “are you being- are- did your roommates do this to you?”
“What do you know about Frank and Brad?” Morty asked, not answering the question.
“I talked to your sister, b-but I can put two and two together. Strong, masculine characters rooming with a wimpy, scrawny – shut up, Morty, – little kid who’s like- like half their size and weight. You’re perfect bullying material, hate to break it to you.”
“Thanks.”
“Morty, did they do this to you?”
Morty raised a brow, glancing at Rick expectantly. “Are-are you gonna ‘take care of them’ if they did?”
Rick rolled his eyes, lips curling down in a sharp frown. “No ‘cuz I’m not a fucking m-mob boss. I’m not taking care of anyone.”
“Why do I feel so good?” Morty questioned, brushing off Rick again and trying to change the subject.
Rick huffed in amusement. “Who the hell complains about feeling good?”
“I had a broken arm.”
“Yeah, and now you don’t, but you’re still asking questions?”
Brow’s furrowed in irritation, Morty snapped, “You could at least pretend to be dis-discreet! You g-got all up in m-my business when I saw you fucking around with some- some science shit be-before and now you’re healing broken bones or s-something?! W-what, you got some magic healing potion in here? Is t-that- is that what you do in here? Magic?”
Now it was Rick’s turn to look aggravated. “Okay, first, first , fuck you for even insinuating that I’m some- a fucking wizard . Second, again, who the hell complains about not having a broken arm? You know, I h-haven't heard a thank you yet for what I did.”
Morty sneered, “Yeah, because I don’t k-know what you did! You made me drink some sort of healing potion? Casted a- a healing spell on me? Is- is magic real or something?” Under different circumstances Morty would’ve laughed at murderous look that flashed over Rick’s face, as if the mere insinuation that magic existed was a personal offence.
“ Magic is a fucking insult to the greatest scientific minds out there, Morty ,” Rick hissed, spitting out the word magic like it was poison. “You- you know what’s real? Huh, do you? Science is real , logic and facts are real . Creating something out of literally nothing is real. Not your bullshit fucking pull-a-rabbit-out-of-your-ass magic.”
Morty glared, scrunching up his nose, “W-what, so you’re a scientist not a magician? What’s even- what's the difference?”
“What’s the difference?!” Rick exclaimed, wild eyes trailing over every micro-expression made on Morty’s face for some indication that Morty was just fucking with him. “Fucking magic didn’t fix your broken arm! You know what did? Science! A straight shot of pure scientific genius mended that bone like it was nothing.” Rick seethed. “Go find a fucking magician that can do that,” he grumbled soon after, snatching Morty’s empty water bottle to busy himself while Morty stared at him in silence.
“You can’t fix a broken bone with science,” Morty accused but it sounded weak, even to his ears. But there was no real explanation, other than magic but Morty knew better than to say that again, to how a bone could just be mended like that.
Rick snorted, ”Yeah, morons can’t. Next time you break a bone don’t go to Jerry for help. I- I'm not going into it all but I’m smarter than the average-... no, fuck that, I’m the smartest fucking person you’ll ever meet in your life, kid. I can fix anything with science.”
“I... don’t believe you...” Morty tried meekly, cursing himself when he realized he actually was starting to believe Rick’s science bullshit. It made sense if you squinted your eyes and stopped thinking and also threw away anything you thought you knew about reality.
Rick’s eyes trailed up and down Morty’s body in a flash, Morty almost missed it but it happened, and took a seat on the cot beside Morty. ”Do you trust me?”
Morty hesitated. “No...”
“Okay, yeah, I should’ve expected that,” Rick laughed, voice guarded, and he sounded unsure, almost nervous. “Want me to prove science healed you?”
Eyes widening, Morty jolted away from the body next to his, backing up until he was teetering over the edge of the cot. “If- if you’re trying to break my arm again, hell no.”
Rick exhaled another laugh, this one was lighter than before. “You catch on quick, you- you're really Beth’s kid. Come on, let- let Grandpa break just one little bone, you won’t even f-feel it.” Rick held out his hand slowly, keeping it in front of Morty like the boy was a scared kitten and any sudden movement would cause him to attack.
Morty liked to pretend Rick didn’t already have him convinced the minute he talked about proving it, immediately enticed by what Rick was proposing. Morty forced himself to wait a few seconds before giving Rick his arm just so he didn’t look as eager as he really was. He nibbled on his bottom lip a little, gingerly placing his hand on Rick’s, allowing his grandfather to pull him in so they were sitting closer together.
Rick tried to ignore the way Morty’s small hand felt against his and focused on what was more important here – breaking his grandson’s arm to prove a point.
“Okay, you’re gunna feel a little pinch,” Rick lied, using both hands and finding a good grip on the teen’s arm. Rick knew a good squeeze should be enough to break it, but that would require an explanation as to why an old man could break a bone with a simple squeeze.
Morty screamed when Rick did a combo squeeze and bend move, successfully fracturing the bone, and Rick was glad his cabin was far away from the main part of camp. Also, it being soundproof was a plus.
It hurt a lot more than Morty was expecting. Maybe because last time he was already hazy and dizzy from previous beatings that he just didn’t realize when Frank or was it Brad... broke his arm. But know Morty was clear-headed and in his right mind and it hurt like a bitch. “Fuck! R-Rick!” Morty pleaded, staring at Rick with wide, tear-filled eyes that begged the older man to help him. “F-f-fuck you! It’s m-m- It's more t-than a little p-pinch!” Morty forced out, tripping over his words as Rick stood up to rummage around some cabinet. Rick tried – really, he did – to drown out the sound of Morty’s wails, but it was just so hard... Rick Sanchez has never not found it arousing to have someone pathetically and violently sobbing and screaming in his bed.
When Rick found what he was looking for, Morty watched in an agonized daze at how Rick pulled out a syringe of glowing yellow liquid with pink swirls. Flinching when Rick jammed the needle into his arm, half the syringe emptied itself inside of Morty, who could practically feel the way the liquid traveled through his body. Morty watched with tear-blurred vision as his arm straightened itself out and the pain washed away like it was never there to begin with. His agonized cries turned into harsh pants as he shakily inspected his arm by flexing his fingers swing the limb up and down. “W-what the fuck...!” Morty exhaled, breathless from the screaming and panic and in awe of what just happened.
Rick shrugged, waving his hand around idly, “It- it’s nothing much, just a little c-cocktail of shit like acetaminophen and ibuprofen.” Morty glared at Rick’s word choice, feeling offended and insulted that Rick thought using ‘big words’ would trip him up.
“You th-think I don’t know what fucking Tylenol and Advil are?” Morty snapped harshly. “That wasn’t painkillers.”
Smirking, Rick replied, “Okay, buddy, you w-wanna know what Grandpa injected into your body? It’s a mix of Rolopian semen from Planet vorpil-JH2 specifically , and piss from a Gromflomite who was in a state of complete fear. Does- does that make you feel better?”
“Those... aren’t real words.” Morty argued. Then, “You- you put alien cum in me?” when he realized Rick was serious and gaging Morty’s reaction to this information.
“Rolopian semen has healing properties that don’t exist on Earth, M-Morty. Fuck, sex with them, Morty, is like going to a hospital. You wake up the next morning and it’s like a whole- like a factory reset on your body.”
Morty frowned. “So... aliens are real, but magic isn’t?”
“Shut the fuck up about magic, Morty, I just told you something conspiracy theorists and crazed fanatics would kill to know. You can act s-surprised at least,” Rick muttered, shoving his hands in his pants pocket with a pissy, pouting look on his face. “A-and another thing, anything is real, you just have to go to the r-right dimension. Wipe that stupid look off your–... fucking... yes, Morty, there is a dimension where magic exists, no you don’t get to see it.”
“This is a lot t-to throw at me, R-Rick,” Morty said, “I mean... first y-you're telling me aliens are real? Like... like E.T? D-do they all look like E.T.? And now you’re talking ‘bout- about some- about different dimensions?”
“That’s a very racist question up there, Morty,” Rick droned, eyes flicking up to the beyond the ceiling and snapping back down to find Morty’s eyes followed his. “They don’t all look the same, and y-you know, some would be offended you asked that. They're all- all different, with nationalities and races and shit. I can teach you their slurs though, so if you see a fucking disgusting ass Vextrilon you can call it a Tril-head. They’re subalien, like- like subhuman, worst-of-the-worst piece of shit species.”
“Wow,” was all Morty could manage. “So you’re like-”
“I’m not like , anything, Morty,” Rick said quickly, cutting Morty off before the kid could find another specific, niche occupation to label him as, “I’m a scientist, th-that's it.”
“Like Professor Farnsworth?” Morty asked. “F-From The Simpsons?”
“God damn it-...” Rick grit his teeth, resisting the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes. “Sure, like Professor Farnsworth. From Futurama , by the way.”
“Wow,” Morty repeated, and Rick couldn’t help the way Morty’s wide-eyed, awestruck gaze stroked his ego.
“Yeah, a-and you’re one of the only people here who knows about this side of me, Morty. How- how's that for special treatment.”
Morty’s wide eye went even bigger, Rick bit back a smirk at the way they seemed to light up. No, he didn’t analyze how needy Morty seemed for validation from adults. That wasn’t something he should concern himself with.
“Mom doesn’t know?”
“Beth wouldn’t understand,” Rick said, an excuse of course though, he never bothered to tell her because he knew how she got. His little Beth always had some underlying sociopathic behaviors Rick couldn’t image telling her what he got up to every day. “She’s got this narrow, planetary m-mindset that I don’t fuck with, but you...” another quick once-over that had Morty squirming in place, “you don’t even g-give a fuck about this bomb I just dropped. You let me break your arm in the hopes I had just the cure. What if I was deranged, Morty? Schizophrenic? What if I lost m-my mind, I'm drunkenly rambling about cures for broken bones, you gave me your arm. You just let me do whatever I w-wanted to you. I think you're i-interesting, Morty.”
Something about Rick’s wording made Morty embarrassed, and the way a dark flush crept up his neck wasn’t helping that embarrassment. “G-geez, Rick...”
Rick laughed, throwing his hand on Morty’s head and ruffling his hair almost affectionately. “D-don’t sweat it, dawg, I like blind obedience,” Rick faltered, only a little, at the way Morty shivered, “maybe you can help grandpa with his science.”
The apprehension and shame in Morty’s expression disappeared immediately at Rick’s words. “R-really?” he asked, excited. Cute , Rick thought, just an observation.
“Fuck yeah, but for now, I’ve got some shit to, uh, take care of ,” Rick said, using Morty’s terminology from before to emphasize his message. Rick brought out the game system again, and Morty nearly salivated at the sight of it. Now, Morty assumed its strange design was because of its other-worldly origins.
“Are you gunna kill them?”
“Of course not, don’t be an idiot,” Rick chastised. “I’m going to talk t-to them. I probably have some no bullying po-policy here or something.”
“Y-yeah well, if you do that then I’m gunna be s-staying here a lot more... ‘cuz they’re gunna think I snitched and hate me- hate me even more,” Morty commented halfheartedly, too enthralled in scrolling through the massive video game library.
“Oh no,” Rick said sarcastically, “me being mildly inconvenienced by an annoying brat like you is b-better than you being bullied to death.”
Morty put on a soft smile, and the genuine sincerity in it came close to blinding Rick. “T-thanks, Rick.”
“Uh-huh, yeah, no prob.”
Rick left Morty to his own devices, contemplating what went down as he strolled through camp. It was early still, but Morty showed no signs of being put off by Rick’s activities. That was good.
Maybe he’d show the boy portal travel soon.
But first , Rick knocked on the cabin door, scrunching his nose at the scent of burning, body odor, and weed, he had something to take care of.
Notes:
my junior year of hs is coming to an end 3 i can't believe i started getting into rickorty in like 8th grade and I'm going to be a senior in just a few months wtf 😭😭 time flies
anywayyy feel free to comment 😭🙏 it gives me hella motivation and I love hearing what people think about the chapters 😝
also, get excited because next update we're going to be earning that explicit rating and the rick/morty tag ;) I won't give anything away tho 😈
(ignore the fact the explicit rating came from the rick/unity scene first)
Chapter 7: If someone is bullying you, talk it out!
Summary:
If you or a friend are being bullied, come find a counselor right away! We'll help you guys talk it out so we can keep this camp a fun, happy place!
Notes:
woohoo a semi consistent update schedule! this is so unlike me
anyway, this is a long chapter today, a little over 4k words
shit goes down, it's hella embarrassing, but it works out in the end almost kinda
enjoy!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Morty was in some kind of laboratory, a stereotypical sci-fi lab in all its chromatic glory. Test tubes and vials of strange colored liquids littered the counters, and Morty didn’t get a second to inspect them before someone was lifting him up, swiping the vials off the table, and throwing Morty on the cold surface. Morty arched in surprise, jerking his head around to see who was manhandling him. The sound of glass shattering all around them did nothing to hide the low, sultry chuckle of the voice behind him.
“Morty,” the voice murmured, sliding their hands up and down Morty’s spine, feeling him up. The hands were nimble and quick with long, slim fingers and careful, calculated movements. The way they cupped Morty’s ass made them feel huge against Morty’s smaller frame.
“No fucking way...” Morty whispered, before Rick’s hands were teasingly tugging at the waistband of his jeans just barely caressing the sensitive skin around his stomach.
Suddenly, Rick’s words from yesterday are echoing in the room, “You’d just let me do whatever I want to you, isn’t that right?” His tone was teasing, light and airy. Morty shivered as Rick leaned in closer, his chest forcing Morty’s body in the arched position. He could feel the warmth of Rick’s breath on his neck as Rick purred, “Blind obedience, is so fucking sexy, baby. Be a good boy for Grandpa, yeah?”
Morty is ashamed, humiliated, embarrassed, any and all other synonyms. This can’t be happening, Morty thought, disgusted at himself for the twitch of his cock and the warm feeling in his stomach at the mention of their familial relationship. God, this is so fucked... but Morty didn’t care, letting himself get lost in the sensation of being touched by another human being. Morty’s mind drifted and started thinking about the last time his mother hugged him, but then he felt gross. Funny, Mom is a turn off but Grandpa’s back there, rutting against Morty’s ass and Morty’s loving it.
“R-Rick,” Morty gasped, a breathless plea as Rick – now completely nude... when did that happen – rubbed the puckered flesh of Morty’s hole. When the fuck did our clothes come off? Morty didn’t have time to analyze when they stripped, too caught up in the mind-numbing pleasure that was Rick’s long, teasing fingers slipping inside. No lube? But his fingers slipped in and out with ease and Morty felt like he was dripping wetness as he squeezed Rick’s index and middle finger. “Rick!” Morty cried again, shuddering as Rick’s nimble fingers did unbelievable things inside of him.
“Morty...” Rick groaned.
“Morty...!” Rick said, louder, but... farther away... like he wasn’t behind Morty anymore.
“Morty!” Rick shouted, hand on Morty’s shoulder, shaking the kid awake.
Morty startled, eyes snapping open, darting around the room until he remembered this was Rick’s cabin. “R-Ri-...” Morty bit his lip, unable to utter the man’s name. He couldn’t, not after... that, “h-hey.”
Rick looked concerned, that’s when Morty realized he was sweating despite being covered by a thin blanket. Morty sat up right away, bunching the blanket up at his crotch to prevent from further humiliation. If anything, Morty hoped this incident seemed like a nightmare and not a sex dream.
“You, uh, you okay, buddy?” Rick asked awkwardly, “You were muttering i-in your sleep.” Rick didn’t really know how to deal with this kind of thing.
“Aw- aw geez,” Morty laughed nervously, praying to a God he wasn’t sure he believed in that Rick didn’t realize, “I hope I didn’t s-say anything embarrassing.” Morty’s strict avoidance of eye-contact told Rick that it wasn’t a nightmare, and the kid had a guilty look written all over his face. Waking up in a sweat, senseless mumbles, covers scrunched up over his... oh .
It must’ve shown on Rick’s face the moment the lightbulb went on in his head if Morty’s humiliated expression and shamefully avoidant eyes were any indication. “I- I think I get it.”
“ Ohmygod ,” Morty said in a rush, “please s-shut up.”
“Don’t worry, Morty, this is a normal—”
“Oh my god, please don’t do this.”
“— part of puberty—”
“ You are the- the last person I’m t-talking about puberty with!” Morty hissed, face in his hands desperate for Rick to shut the fuck up... or continue where Dream Rick left off.
“— and growing up,” Rick finished, ignoring all of Morty’s interjections. “Alright, so who was it? Some little school crush from back home? That girl Summer’s always hanging out with here? Julia... or was it Jennifer?”
“J-Jessica?” Morty asked, although there was no need for clarification. Obviously he meant Jessica, and Morty should have used this as the perfect out. Yes, Rick, I did dream of Jessica and her perfect boobs, sexy eyes, and pretty mouth. But he didn’t, and this would end up being the worst mistake of Morty’s life. Rick was a persistent bastard when he felt like it. “It wasn’t about Jessica.” Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Rick raised a side of his unibrow, “You- you had a wet dream in my bed, bro, I think I’m entitled to knowing who it was about.”
Morty flushed under the intensity of Rick’s gaze. Dumbass, you should’ve said it was about Jessica! Think of something else, anything else, anyone else! “It- it’s my A-Ai girlfriend!” The words tumbled out of Morty’s lips before he could register how stupid they sounded.
Rick laughed out loud, “An Ai girlfriend? Morty, that- that's pathetic.”
Morty forced himself to laugh along. Technically he did have a thing with that chatbot named Gwendolyn for a while but she was in the past. The Ai was too buggy and she kept getting pregnant, even when Morty reset the chat and veered away from unsafe sex. “Haha, y-yeah...”
Rick snickered under his breath, walking over to the couch and putting on his shoes. As much as he’d love to tease and torment Morty, he has a job here and needs to get going. “You can shower a-and change or whatever before you g-go. Have fun, make a friend. Don’t stay inside and talk to your girlfriend all day.” Rick got his hand on the doorknob before sighing, hanging his head for a moment and spinning around back to face Morty. He didn’t want to do this, but it’s better to nip this sort of thing in the bud before it gets out of control. “Hey, what’s your Ai’s name?”
“Huh...? Uh, Gwendolyn?” Morty looked confused, innocently confused, and Rick almost felt bad for what he was going to say next.
“Hm,” Rick turned back around, pushing open the door but before he walked outside, he stood in the door frame and said, “Weird. I mean, w-with what you were moaning, I thought her name was Rick .” The door was shut before Morty could reply and Rick was gone before Morty could open the door and confront him.
***
Rick felt bad, almost felt bad. The kid was ballsy, he’ll give him that, having a wet dream about your grandfather is bad enough, but in said grandfather’s bed is just ridiculous.
He shared a few phone calls with Beth before they all came to camp, so he knew the basics of Morty’s personality. Beth described him as situationally smart; he was good at chemistry but failed to apply it the way the teacher wanted so he got bad grades, he could do advanced math if the patterns clicked in his head, but in all other cases math was his worst subject. He had an attitude which directly led to his bullying problem, he was snarky, rude, and always had something to say. Most people would find these traits undesirable, but Rick found himself relating a little. He was a chronic masturbator and got in trouble a lot in school for skipping class to, well, ‘take care of himself,’ which earned him a lot of suspensions and parent conferences. That should’ve been a sign from the beginning that Morty probably has a questionable Pornhub history.
Really, Rick should’ve expected the kid to develop a little crush. He didn’t have any friends at school, so it’s not surprising that he latches on to the first person he grows close with and mistakes the intimacy of a friendship for romance or lust. Rick shook his head, the sound of children laughing and playing growing louder as he reached the main part of camp. Whatever, a crush like this should go away in a few weeks, if anything, it will go away when summer ends and Morty goes back to his life to develop normal feelings for girls his age. But just in case, Rick is prepared to embarrass the crush out of Morty, humiliate the kid until he realizes his feelings are all messed up. If Rick had the time, or gave a shit about psychology, he might’ve dug deeper into whatever this was to find an underlying something Freudian hidden in Morty, but a little kid just tripped and scraped his leg, now the brat is sobbing and Rick’s the only adult who’s noticed. “ What the fuck am I paying these useless idiots for...” Rick grumbled under his breath as he went to help.
“Grandpa Rick,” a girl’s voice said just as Rick finished cleaning up the boy's cut and sticking a Band-Aid on his leg.
“Yo, Sum-Sum, what’s- what’s up?” Rick said, half glad it was the non-incestuous grandchild. He turned around to see Summer with a few other girls behind her. He recognized Jessica, another nervous-looking girl named Nancy who started coming to camp last year, and Tricia Lang who’s been a regular camper since she was six.
Summer looked around, making sure no one was around to hear her, and said lowly, “Do you need anymore...” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “ info , like on Morty or whatever?” From behind her, Rick noticed Nancy awkwardly playing with his fingers, Tricia checking her nails, and Jessica crossing her arms with a smirk. Hm. If he had to guess, he assumed they made a bet on whether Rick would give Summer anymore drugs. Summer clearly told Jessica, who’s so obviously radiating confidence, Tricia doesn’t believe it, and Nancy just looked scared to either have drugs or be busted for them.
Rick crossed his arms with a smirk of his own. “What, you run out of weed?” The two disbelievers behind Summer looked shocked, their eyes widened and they stop mindlessly twiddling their thumbs. “Well, I don’t need a-anything right now, but I can slip you and your friends a little bit of the goods later today. I- I got a huuuuge drug bust coming up. You k-know Ethan?”
At the mention of Ethan’s name, Summer’s face darkened. “Uh, yeah , he’s an asshole who cheated on me with some whore. ” Rick ignored the flash of guilt and worry in Tricia’s expression. Teenage girl problems are the last thing Rick wants to deal with, especially if this girl was Beth’s child, God knows what kinds of habits Beth gave her. “He’s having some big party in his cabin, but I guess you already know about it.”
“Mhm, I’ll get you half the con- confiscated contraband by midnight.”
Summer smiled, “Thanks, Grandpa Rick!” As Rick walked away, he heard her talking to her friends, told you so, and the quiet laughs and whispers of Nancy, Tricia, and Jessica.
“Dad!”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. Rick almost rolled his eyes but suppressed it because Beth was already in front of him. “Hi, sweetie,” Rick said, forcing a smile and a present tone. He was annoyed at another interruption, but still glad it was another non-incestuous family member.
“Morty hasn’t been to his cabin in a while... I’m worried about him, I don’t know where he goes!” Beth said, stress worrying her eyebrows and creasing her forehead.
Rick made a show of thinking for a moment. “You a-asked his roommates?”
Beth smiled, “Oh, yes, they’re such nice boys. They told me Morty left one day and just didn’t come back. I think Morty could learn a thing or two from them, if only he went back to his cabin to become their friend...” Rick had to really suppress an eyeroll his time. Beth was Rick’s daughter, how can some violent, angsty teens manipulate someone like her? Rick bitterly wondered if Jerry’s stupidity was becoming airborne. “Another thing...” Beth trailed off and Rick hated to fish but it didn’t look like she was going to continue without a little pushing.
“What is it?”
“I... I think Morty is becoming an arsonist.”
Rick nearly laughed but held back right before it could come out. “What?”
“When I stopped by their cabin, I saw Morty’s top bunk was burned to a crisp! When I asked about it, they said he lit in on fire the night he left. If- if the smell of smoke didn’t wake them up... I think the cabin would’ve burned down with them inside.”
Again, “ What? The bunk was on fire ?” Frank and Brad didn’t mention that when Rick stopped by. Actually, he hadn’t even thought about asking why the bunk was charred. Speaking of, Morty didn’t mention that either.
Beth looked scared, as if what she assumed was the start of Morty’s life as a criminal would be the reason she got fired. Really, she should be fired because she’s terrible with kids and shows up to work drunk, but that’s not the focus right now. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll find Morty and give h-him a little talking to.”
“Thanks, dad,” Beth said, but she still looked nervous.
Once Beth left him, Rick exhaled a breath of relief. Time to find Morty, unless someone else had the time to bother him.
“Hey, Rick!”
Rick froze, it was the grating sound of a pathetic dead-beat, jobless father. Jerry. Rick pretended not to hear Jerry calling his name, walking quickly in the opposite direction. Summer was fine, Beth was okay, but Jerry was an absolute no in terms of who can waste his time.
***
Rick got back to his cabin and was unsurprised to see Morty still laying on his cot, simultaneously watching YouTube videos on his phone and playing Fortnite on Rick’s expensive alien gaming console.
“Fortnite?” Rick said judgmentally, Morty’s in game character froze as Morty turned around in shock to see Rick, “you do realize this thing has games from across infinite dimensions, right? And you’re playing Earth Fortnite? Why not Fortnite in a world where it’s a Dating-Sim where you watch all the other players fight and the winner gets to date you? Why not Fortnite in a world where you are the player and you die IRL if you d-die in game? You’re so boring.”
Morty groaned and Rick detected high levels of attitude in the annoyed exhale that followed.
“W-was there exasperation in that sigh I just heard, Morty?” Rick accused.
“ No ,” Morty grumbled, and Rick couldn’t see it but he guessed there was a pout to go along with the grumbling.
“Are you pissy because you got caught dreaming of Grandpa? I- I said it was normal, bro.”
“That’s not it!” Morty said loudly in a tone that was two octaves to high. Yeah , that was exactly it.
Rick sighed, hesitating before going over to Morty and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t go jizzing your pants fr-from this,” Rick said. Morty jerked his shoulder out from Rick’s grasp, hiding his face in his hands. “Yeah, that- that'll make me go away. You, uh, wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
“It’ll make you feel better.”
‘No the fuck it won’t.”
“Okay, would you rather talk about why your bed in your cabin was on fire?” Rick saw Morty tense up for a second before the tension left his body and Morty flopped back against the cot.
W-whatever, Frank and Brad saw- thought they s-saw a lump in my bed, as-assumed it was me, and lit it on fire,” Morty said casually, “I... I didn’t do it,” he said quietly right after.
Rick’s seen a lot of horrible things in his lifetime. He’s been part of even more terrible things. But this made his jaw drop. “So they tried to kill you?”
“I wasn’t- they didn’t though, so it’s fine...” Morty went back to his game, aimlessly running around for a little before getting pissed that Rick was right about how boring this was.
“It’s not fine, Morty. That’s attempted murder.”
“And you’ve successfully m-murdered. Where d-do your morals lie? Do you- do you even have any?”
“I have enough morality to not to engage in your pervy crush,” Rick snapped, intentional and targeted to shame Morty. Embarrass the crush out of him. Ignore the fact you jerked off to him, that’s in the past. Embarrass him. Shame him. Rick would shame himself, but Morty had a point, at this point in his life did he even have any morals left? Did he have shame? Obviously, otherwise he’d use Morty’s little crush to his advantage, but he wasn’t going to do that.
Morty turned to face Rick with anger in his eyes and a sneer curling his lips. “I d-don't have a crush on you. It- it was a stupid dream so shut up about it!”
This was giving Rick a migraine, so he decided to take Morty’s word for it. He didn’t believe the kid, but he was annoyed by this argument and the guilt was eating away at him. Fuck, he was basically Morty’s only friend, the only one Morty talked to all day and got along with, dragging out this stupid fight will only make him feel more alone here. God, when did he start caring?
“They tried t-to kill you,” Rick said, offering an easy change of subject, “and if I didn’t let you stay here, they would’ve.”
Morty shrugged. “They’re assholes.”
“Criminals.”
“Says you.”
“ I’m different.”
“Are you going to kill them?” Morty asked.
Rick raised a brow. “You keep asking that. Do you want them dead?”
Morty looked to the side, ducking his head out of Rick’s view. “Obviously. I- I hate them, and they hurt- keep hurting me ev-every time I see them.”
“I mean I can , but that’s a lot to put on you, you know. These deaths would be on your hands.” Rick, done (for now) with the teasing put an actual supportive hand on Morty’s shoulder. “You don’t want to go down that path,” Rick said, regret lacing his tone. It didn’t help that Rick wanted Morty to go down that path. Ever since he visited the Citadel thanks to another Rick, he’s always wanted a Morty of his own to be his little helper. It was worse that most of the Morty’s that belonged to the Rick’s he knew were traumatized or seriously messed up. Then again, there was that one Rick he met a while back, Rick C-something... he actually had a good – by Rick standards – relationship with his Morty, and his Morty seemed excited for adventures. Rick wanted something like that.
“You- you think I can’t handle it?” Morty challenged.
“I think if I handed you a gun and t-told you to shoot Frank in the head you’d freak out.” It was the unfortunate truth, but Rick was fine with that. He would’ve liked a Morty, plus his brainwaves, during adventures, but someone to help him with his science was just as good.
“I don’t think I would,” Morty argued, frowning at the assumption.
“Sure.”
“I mean it!” he protested, shaking Rick’s hand off his shoulder and looking Rick in the eyes.
“Mhm, alright, dawg. But I think we should get out of here. You’ve been rotting all morning, go- go get some fresh air.” Rick urged Morty out of bed, shutting off the game and kicking the kid's shoes over to him. “Go talk to your mother, she’s terrified you’re t-turning into some- a psycho pyromaniac.”
Morty scoffed. “Whatever, I-I'll text her.” Shoving his feet in his shoes, Morty asked, “Can... can we go to the Science Hall and do- like, science shit or s-something...?” The request was shy and hesitant, as if Morty thought Rick didn’t want to hang out with him anymore, and that was just one more shot right to his heart.
“Fuck yeah,” Rick said with enough enthusiasm that Morty was put off for a second before matching Rick’s energy. This was fine, but Rick wanted to test Morty, just once, and if it went badly, the memory gun sitting in the drawer of Rick’s desk would make everything fine.
***
“R-R-Rick! What the hell!” Morty screamed later that night when he and Rick went back to Rick’s cabin. They’d spent almost the entire day in the Science Hall; the only exception was when Rick had to take care of some bullshit responsibilities. And when Rick made a detour afterwards to get ready for tonight.
Frank was tied up in the middle of the cabin, arms and legs bound with cloth shoved in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. He jerked at the sound of screaming, and against the gag in his mouth he screamed something that sounded almost like ‘ Smith’ followed by what may have been muffled curse words. Morty thought he heard the r-slur somewhere in there too.
Morty turned to Rick, but the older man was no longer by his side. Instead, he was rummaging through a drawer across the room until he pulled out some sort of ray gun. It was the same shape as a regular gun, but this was more sci-fi and cooler looking. Morty didn’t have time to admire the strange gun before it was being thrust into his hands and Rick was teaching him how to hold it. “Keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to fire. It- it's pretty simple in action. Just- all you gotta d-do is point and shoot.” Rick glanced at Frank, who was sporting a noticeable wet stain in his jeans, embarrassing . “He- he’s got a big head, so, you know, e-easy target.”
Rick watched for a minute as Morty’s hand shook, struggling to keep the gun pointed at Frank. He had a deep look in his eyes and his brows were furrowed, but as another minute went by with no action, Rick knew he was right about this. Sighing, Rick turned his back and went to retrieve the memory gun. He would hold it out of Morty’s line of sight and when the kid eventually breaks down in tears, Rick will erase this memory from him and Frank. Rick pulled the other gun out, closing the drawer when he heard a quick zap and the sound of a body collapsing on the floor. The memory gun slipped from Rick’s hands and shot a beam that narrowly missed Rick’s face. Spinning around in shock, Rick exclaimed, “What the fuck?!”
Morty held up the gun again, holding it closer to his face like he was inspecting it. “S-sorry, it took a sec to figure out how to aim,” Morty shuffled awkwardly, “I didn’t wanna hit your TV or wall or s-something.”
“You killed him,” Rick said slowly, eyeing the dead body and Morty’s lack of concern, fear, or regret. “You- he can't come back.”
Morty frowned. “I know what death is. My dog died so- so I’ve had the talk. You k-know, the concept of infinite r-realities kinda takes away from the permanent...ness, or whatever, o-of death. That’s- that’s weird.”
“Fuck, Morty, I- I didn’t think you’d actually...” for the first time in a while, Rick was genuinely surprised, at a loss for words.
“I mean... it was shocking a-at first, Frank just being here, tied- all tied up. But... I hate him s-so much. You gonna bring Brad too or...?” Morty trailed off expectantly and Rick’s never felt more tempted to break all normal societal rules and give the kid what he was dreaming about. He nearly did it too, that’s how overcome with excitement he was.
All of a sudden, Rick’s own dream of traversing the multiverse with his own Morty was becoming more and more likely.
Rick smirked, carelessly throwing the memory gun back in the drawer. Evidently, he won’t be needing it. “Yeah, but let’s make him squirm a l-little, make him wonder where his little friend went.”
Morty smiled, big, genuine, and innocent despite killing his bully in cold blood. Rick ruffled Morty’s hair affectionately, taking care of the body while Morty got ready for bed. It might finally be time to show the boy portal travel and really get this summer started.
Notes:
hope you enjoyed!!
as always, feel free to comment <3 comments give me motivation!!Next update will hopefully be out within a week!
Chapter 8: Violence is never the answer!
Summary:
When someone is being mean to you, don't attack them! Talk it out or bring up your issues with a counselor! Never forgot we're here to help! Two wrongs don't make a right; if someone hits you, don't hit them back, call an adult!
Notes:
i was doing so well too damn it 3 it's been like 2 almost 3 weeks since the last update sorryyyy
you know I'd say it won't happen again but it might - idkAnyway, enjoy this chapter! More dreams! More feels!
TW!! TW!! TW!! Not too detailed but there is a small portion of this chapter that contains violence/graphic depictions of violence. It may not be that graphic, but I want to tag it appropriately so if it makes anyone uncomfortable they know about it and can avoid it!
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Chapter Text
"Hey, Smith.”
At the voice Morty’s grown wary of, he hesitated before looking up to face Brad, nervously swallowing his mouthful of food and placing his lunch back down on the camp picnic bench. “H-hey,” Morty said, cringing at the stutter and wishing he said something more badass like ‘what’ or ‘what do you want.’
Brad looked different today, but that was expected since it’s been three days since Frank died, he seemed tired, worried even. Unfortunately, Morty couldn’t find it in himself to feel a shred of remorse. Deep down he thought he should’ve, but he didn’t regret a thing. ”Have, uh, you seen Frank. Can’t find him...” he trailed off pathetically at the end, quickly correcting that accidental show of human emotions, “Not like I give a shit, though. He’s probably fucking bitches or fucked up from drugs. Just wondering, you know.”
“I dunno, I haven’t s-seen him,” Morty lied, barely managing to hide his smile. Obviously his amusement showed because Brad was narrowing his eyes in suspicion and his tone become angry and accusatory.
“The fuck you smiling for, Smith? You do something to Frank? You know where he is?!” Brad gripped Morty by the collar of his shirt and lifted him in the air. Morty’s hands scrambled to Brad’s arms thrashing against him and kicking his feet and trying to swing his way out of Brad’s grasp.
“I-I'm... not... telling,” Morty forced out, slowly choking as Brad’s hands tightened to fists, smirking at the hints of worry and concern in Brad’s expression. Poor guy was scared for his friend, but little did Brad know he was going to join Frank really soon.
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
Morty barked out a raspy laugh. “ Yeah ?! Like I-”
“Fuck, break it up,” Rick snapped, yanking Morty out of Brad’s hold which weakened at the sight of the camp director.
“Oh, sorry, Mr. Sanchez. We were just joking, right, S-, uh, Morty?” Brad had a smile on his face but the eyes glaring daggers at Morty said ‘keep your fucking mouth shut.’ A few other groups of campers at picnic benches were watching intensely, forgetting about their lunches entirely as they waited for whatever happened next. Morty scoffed, shrugging as he kept close to Rick.
Rick frowned, “Yeah, we don’t re-really ‘joke around’ like that here.” Glancing at Morty, Rick muttered, “Can you t-try not to provoke the Neanderthals for once.”
“Huh? The fuck did you just-” one sharp side-eye from Rick shut Brad up quickly.
“S-sorry, Grandpa Rick,” Morty said innocently, tilting his head and staring up at Rick with wide eyes. Rick immediately recognized it for what it was, an adorable manipulation tactic, but found himself giving in anyway.
“S’fine, Morty,” Rick sighed, placing a hand on Morty shoulder. Rick pretended not to notice the way Brad’s eyes lit up in anger when Morty flipped him off. “ Stop,” Rick ordered quietly so Brad didn’t hear. This time, Morty got to pretend Rick’s low, demanding tone didn’t send a shiver down his spine. “Morty, come with me. Brad...” Rick gave a quick, judgmental once over, exhaling in exhaustion, “go fuck off or something, I d-don't know.”
Before Rick could take a step, Brad exclaimed, “W- wait!” Mr. Sanchez... uh, have you seen Frank Palicky anywhere...? He’s my friend and I can’t find him...” Just like that, all the eyes watching them turned away, all the campers, even the littler kids, knew of the powerhouse bully duo Frank and Brad. They were all fearful that Brad may take his anger out on them if they kept watching.
“Haven’t seen him,” Rick lied easily, “Come on, Morty.” Rick led Morty away from all the watching eyes and listening ears, pushing Morty in front of him when the little bastard turned around to smirk at Brad and give a cheeky wave goodbye.
“God,” Rick complained when they were far away enough from the lunch area, “I can’t leave y-you alone for one minute before you- you’re getting your a-ass kicked.”
“Whatever! Wh-when are we gunna do it, Rick! I- I can’t wait any longer! I need it! I need it n-now!” Morty said too loudly, drawing the attention of one of the teenage campers who happened to be walking by. Rick caught the wide eyed look of the teen and the smirk that followed from the obvious sexual undertones of Morty’s rambling.
“Fuck, Morty, shut up,” Rick hissed, slapping a hand over Morty’s mouth, which – Rick could admit – would look even more suspicious to a passerby. “Did- did no one ever teach y-you to think before you speak.” He pulled his hand away, willing himself not to think about the brief flash of disappointment in Morty’s expression when he lost that skin-on-skin contact. “You almost b-blabbed anyway, you’re g-getting impatient.”
“I just- I- I hate him so much!” Morty seethed. “He- he picked me up like it was nothing and c-choked me out! I wanna kill-”
Again, Rick slapped a hand over Morty’s mouth. “Okay, bud- buddy, why don’t we talk in my office.” Rick waved off a confused little boy, dragging Morty away from being out in public to the camp director building.
Morty walked into the air-conditioned building with another stupid look of wonder in his eyes, ogling at every little personal touch in Rick’s office. He stared especially long at an old and somewhat fading poster from Rick’s old band days.
“Is that a... cat?” Morty asked, pointing at the scraggly orange animal on the drums.
“Squanchy,” Rick supplied, “you’re not going t-to meet him so don’t worry about it. The guy next to me, t-that's... shit, I sound like a d-dork... my best friend. Bird Person. This is m-my band, was my band tec- technically, we disbanded a while ago.””
“Woah, that’s so hot,” Morty blurted, still watching that fucking poster like it would get up and move if he looked away for even a second. It was true, Morty couldn’t lie, that was undoubtedly a great era for Rick. Too bad he aged as gracefully as he did, maybe if he were the typical ugly old man Morty wouldn’t be thinking these weird things.
Rick scoffed, eyeing his younger self on that poster with a newfound jealous disdain. He was a lot younger when he was in that band, and he told himself this bad feeling in his gut was from unintentionally feeding into this kid’s pitiful summer romance fantasy by letting Morty jizz his damn pants to a younger photo of Rick. That’s the only reason he didn’t want Morty’s attention wasted on that picture, on a younger Rick . “Jesus, you need a filter,” was all Rick said.
“Anyway, Brad,” Rick shifted, drawing Morty’s attention back to their intended conversation. “Before w-we talk about what you want to do with t-that asshole, I want to sh- show you something. It’s fucking insane, Morty, you- you won’t believe it. It is the coolest thing you’ve e-ever seen in your life .”
Successfully piquing Morty’s interest, Rick gave a long pause for dramatic effect before reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out another sci-fi looking gun, this one with a vial of glowing green liquid on the top. “W-woah, Rick, what- what is it?”
“ This , Morty, is my portal gun. This b-baby lets me travel anywhere in the multiverse. I can swap dimensions, mo-move to a reality where every- where everyone’s got hamsters living up their butts! This tech is n-next level, Morty.”
“Woah,” Morty said again, watching in awe as Rick shoots a portal on the ground and hops down in it. The portal closes behind him with a loud pop and the green light illuminating the room extinguishes. A second later, another portal pops up in front of Morty’s eyes and Rick walks through holding a pink and purple baseball cap with the words ‘boob world’ on it. The jiggle physics on the hat caught Morty’s eye immediately as he ogled at the two o’s in boob were made to resemble actual breasts with stars as nipples. Rick tossed the hat to Morty who caught it eagerly, too eagerly apparently given the smirk and curt chuckle that followed.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. It- It's from Boob World, the galaxy's b-best boob-themed theme park. Wanna go? I’ll take y-you one day.”
“F-fuck yeah!” Morty said with a smile, “Your portal gun, R-Rick that’s so cool!”
Another smirk from Rick and another ego booster from Morty. God, it’s probably not healthy to want this much adoration from your pervy grandkid (who almost definitely has a crush on you; Rick’s not buying his ‘just a dream’ excuse.)
“Mhm, it’s even cooler wh- when you realize what we can do to your bully. W-wanna dump him outside of Earth’s atmosphere? Leave him on a p-planet of cannibals? Drop him in- into a volcano? It- all it takes is one little push.”
“Woah...” Morty echoed like a broken record.
“Fuck, we gotta get you a d-dictionary or something, ex- expand your vocabulary,” Rick scoffed lightheartedly. “I’m leaving this shit u-up to you, dawg, what do you wanna do to him? Anything goes, no limits, no rules, go crazy.”
Morty thought on it for a moment – Rick noticed it didn’t take the long for the kid to decide – before saying, “Can- is there a p-place you can bring him where it’s just us... alone? Like... easy clean up... no mess? You- you know?”
There was silence, then, “Shit, you’re one fucked up kid. I’m g-giving you a non-violent option and you’re still choosing t-to mutilate the guy yourself,” Rick laughed. At Morty’s slightly shamed expression, Rick backtracked, “H-hey, hey, I’m not complaining. I need that mentality when you start helping grandpa with the important stuff. Don’t sweat it, dawg,” Rick teased, his hand shooting out to Morty’s head and scuffing his hair, “keep being Grandpa’s fucked up little buddy and we’ll have f-fun.” Rick would’ve been appalled at himself if he realized that he completely missed the way a prominent flush overtook Morty’s face. Rick would hit himself over the head because how did he not notice the way the kid refused to meet his eyes the rest of the time they were in Rick’s office.
///
They had a plan.
Morty’s leg shook anxiously in the water as he sat on the edge of the dock outstretched on to the lake. Rick told him to go outside for a few hours while he set up a room for Morty and Brad, but Morty was so... nervous? Excited? Whatever it was, Morty couldn’t wait.
“You look like a dork, sitting out here by yourself,” Summer quipped behind Morty, causing the him to roll his eyes and groan.
“Shut up. Leave me alone.”
Summer sighed. “I haven’t talked to you like the whole time we’ve been here. Now that I’m making an effort, you’re bitching?”
“You’re bot- bothering me. I’m trying to r-relax.” Morty snapped, irritated. God, maybe it was the nerves.
“Whatev,” Summer scoffed, “I’m just checking on my little brother, fuck me for being nice.” She stalked away and Morty let out a sigh of relief. He felt a sudden pang of guilt but the reality of what he was going to do soon was finally hitting him.
Frank was different. Frank was a single shot to the head. Relatively painless, quick, easy. Morty had a plan for Brad, a mental checklist with all the humiliating and brutal things he’d dreamed about doing since he met his two ex-roommates.
Morty groaned, burying his face in his hands and holding back a scream. Fuck, he hated it here. He hated nature, bugs, the heat, the sunlight burning his eyes, the B.O. of teens who haven’t discovered soap yet, it all sucked . But at the same time, despite everything wrong and bad, Morty doesn’t want to kill himself or run away, it’s almost like... he’s having fun.
When Morty stopped to consider it, he figured it must be Rick. Rick’s weird, he’s different and old and for some reason really attractive. His science, his creations, they're the coolest things Morty’s seen in his life, and Morty gets to be involved with them, with Rick. He would never spend this much time with his other grandparents; Jerry’s side of the family is way less interesting. Unfortunately, upon further consideration, Morty reluctantly concluded that he would never have a sex dream about Grandpa Leonard. Actually, Morty wouldn’t fantasize about anyone in his family, and factoring in his history of step-sis/step-mom porn, one would think he’d get all weird around Summer, or if he was really into older, his mom. Morty shivered at the thought, disgusted by even starting to imagine it. So weird...
Morty felt a tap on his shoulder, momentarily shocking him out of his thoughts. He spun around to see a dismembered arm sticking out of a glowing green circle of light. The rest of Rick popped out before Morty could say a word. “You- you ready, buddy?” Rick asked. With wide eyes, Morty’s eyes darted all over, trying to make sure there weren’t any stray campers out wandering around who could see. Obviously Rick caught on to Morty’s anxiety – God, his intelligence made him even more attractive, but now was not the time for that – and reassured him, “D-don’t worry. I ch-checked the cams, there’s- we’re all good, no campers around here.”
“You have c-cameras?”
Rick snorted, stepping aside as Morty stood up and following behind him to the portal. “Duh, h-how do you think I knew t-that Jellybean guy took you into the woods?” That sounds like Rick, and Morty could tell there was another underlying, paranoid reason for the cameras, so Morty didn’t say anything else, he just stood in front of the portal for a moment without moving. “Nervous?” Rick questioned. He sounded sincere, which eased Morty’s frazzled nerves a little.
“Not r-really. Just psyching myself up, I g-guess.” Morty took a deep breath, “I’m gunna kill him,” he said, so it was true. The two stepped into the portal and Morty was met with a familiar sight; Brad was bound and gagged, hands and legs tied up as he writhed on the floor like a worm, trying to move away from the footsteps that were coming over.
As Morty stood above Brad, he took a moment to look around the room. It was all white and sleek, and there were no doors so Morty assumed the only way in or out was through a portal.
It’s almost like...
As if Rick could read his mind, he spoke up, “I m-made this place just for you. Whip- whipped it up real quick, no b-biggie. This is a special occasion anyways, b-baby's first planned murder!”
Despite the context it was a sweet gesture, Morty could barely hide the smile that started creeping out. “T-thanks.” Morty saw the immediate way Brad tensed up, recognizing the voices around him, he practically watched the gears turn in Brad’s head when he realized what was going to happen.
As Rick took a step back, Morty knelt down and removed the cloth around Brad’s mouth, giving the scared and enraged teen an opportunity to bitch. “Smith!” Brad screamed, nostrils flaring teeth clenched. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“It- it’s called payback, Brad,” Morty spat. Fueled by confidence because his target was tied up, Morty delivered a swift kick to Brad’s stomach, watching eagerly as Brad pathetically attempted to double over in pain.
“Fuck!” Brad cried out.
Rick looked on with a raised brow, surprised at the strength of Morty’s kick but still proud. “Want something s-sharper?” Rick offered just as a table of various weapons and tools appeared over a wall. Shelves of knives, guns, and strange looking alien devices called out to Morty, but the only one that caught his eye from how out of the ordinary it looked was a thick pair of white gloves. Of course Rick explained, “Th-these are special gloves from Florap-369. They pack a c-crazy punch, it’s like- like being hit by a moving car- no, a train . Y-you going caveman-style? Gunna beat him to death?”
“Huh?!” Brad choked on a gasp, trying in vain to squirm away from the two. He made it about one foot before Rick came over and stomped on his hand, accidently breaking the teen’s fingers.
Morty’s eyes widened at the cracking sound before Rick’s lazy apology of, “Whoops, g-guess I don’t know my- my own strength.”
“Mr- Mr. Sanchez!” Brad called out. “Why--” Brad didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, his hopeless begging was cut off by the ear-splitting scream of a young man who was punched in the leg by something so hard it shattered the bones on impact.
“You bullied my grandson,” was all Rick said before backing up again and letting Morty go crazy. The pristine white room was now dyed a dark red in the spot where Brad was, pretty splatters decorated the surrounding area as Morty’s gloved-hands dripped crimson. Morty was breathing heavy, a thin sheen of sweat made his forehead glimmer. Rick watched the heavy rise-and-fall of Morty’s chest as he stood over his ex-bully, he couldn’t detect a single feeling of guilt, shame, or remorse on the kid’s face.
Rick couldn’t have been any happier. This is what he needed . A psychotic, obedient little helper to go on missions with, the fuck around in space with, to form a connection with. Someone who gets him, who can let blind rage take over and beat some guy to death. Someone who stares in the face of an unbelievable, out-of-this-world truth and just doesn’t give a shit.
A Morty is what every Rick needs, and finally... Rick gets one of his own.
Ignoring the blood, stepping in it and spreading the red mess everywhere, Rick came up to Morty and put a supporting hand on his shoulder. “Hey, g-good job, Morty. You alright?”
Morty took a deep breath, sparing Brad one final loathing glare before turning his attention back to Rick with the biggest smile on his face. “He- he’s dead . T-they're both dead.”
A smile of his own was forming on Rick’s face, proud and excited. “Fuck yeah. I t-think you’re ready to start helping Grandpa with the big stuff, wh-whatddya think?” Rick thought he saw the exact way Morty’s eyes lit up and the kid’s affectionate gaze looked up at him like Rick hung the stars in the sky.
Rick was not obsessed with earning his grandson’s attention, acknowledgment, or affection.
He didn’t need it.
He didn’t want it.
But damn did it feel good...
Sure, it stroked his ego, but too many thoughts like this led Rick down a terrible, disgusting path of wishing something else besides his ego was being stroked. And that is a fucked up, long, long rabbit hole Rick didn’t want to get sucked down. Even if the thought of Morty sucking him off because he felt so indebted to Rick for saving him from a boring, painful summer was appealing – which it’s not – Rick would never let those thoughts become reality... even taking into consideration Morty’s little crush. These were bad thoughts, and sure Rick was a bad man, but if he drew lines, touching his underage grandson would certainly be where one was drawn.
“Come on, buddy, let- let's get you back- let you shower. Maybe you can take a- a nap too.” Rick shot a portal at Morty’s feet, telling himself it was absolutely necessary for him to grab Morty by his shoulder and pull him closer as they both fell down into the portal and back to Rick’s cabin.
///
There was blood everywhere. And light. Too much light. Glowing white walls were stained with dark splatters and spurts from the limp body that was no longer on the floor. Morty paused and looked around for Brad before he realized he was naked and laying in a puddle of blood.
Confused, Morty tried to get up, but the light blinding his eyes faded enough to see the body on top of his that prevented him from moving.
Rick.
“W-what-” before Morty could get a word out, Rick’s lips were on his, stealing a kiss in a way that left Morty breathless and desperate. “R-Rick!” Morty gasped, arching his back and pushing himself closer to the warm body above his. Rick was naked too, but from Morty’s position, he couldn’t see anything below Rick’s stomach. Damn...
Rick wrapped a hand lightly around Morty’s throat, using his grip as leverage to pull Morty in for another bruising kiss that Morty eagerly reciprocated. Morty could feel his lungs straining, struggling to breathe as Rick kept going, but Morty didn’t want him to stop; he’d be content to suffocate if it meant Rick kept kissing him.
When Rick finally pulled back, Morty was left gasping for air and panting harshly. Rick watched with narrowed, lust filled eyes as Morty’s kiss-swollen lips trembled, meeting Morty’s gaze to find the teen’s filled with the same desperate lust as him.
Rick smirked, leaving a trail of bloody handprints across Morty’s chest all the way down to his crotch. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby. So good for grandpa—” Morty moaned at the mention of their relationship, growing tense and writhing under Rick’s body, “—you like that? You like being grandpa’s fucked up sexy little slut?”
Morty cried, “Y-yes! Yes, Rick...!”
Rick’s hand, dripping in blood, snuck down to Morty’s cock, but before it could reach its target, Morty felt the ground rumble. “What the fuck?” He looked up at Rick with concern, but Rick only sighed and leaned back, shooting Morty an almost apologetic smile as the rumbling grew stronger.
Morty woke up on Rick’s bed with Rick shaking his shoulder. From his angle, Morty could see that Rick’s expression was mildly pained and awkward. “Nightmare?” Rick asked, pointedly refusing to look Morty in the eyes.
A moment later, when Morty realized it was just a dream and remembered where he was, Morty wore a telling expression of his own – embarrassment with a slight hint of annoyance that his dream was cut short. “No,” Morty responded for some reason. Damn it, why didn’t he lie? By the look on Rick’s face, Morty just knew that Rick figured out it was another wet dream. Then again, one lift of the blanket would tell anyone exactly what kind of dream that was. But what probably gave it away was Morty’s murmured whispers of Rick’s name and the light flush dusting his cheeks.
“You wanna talk about it?” Rick asked calmly. He didn’t look upset, and he didn’t rush to mock or insult Morty, but Morty was still cautious.
“No.”
Rick sighed, getting up from where he was perched on the edge of the bed. He should’ve said something. Anything . Anything at all to discourage this sort of behavior. Proven by a second wet dream, Rick’s silence was only enabling Morty’s deluded fantasies.
“Look, I can’t i-imagine Jerry was a good male r-role model, and Beth obviously didn’t g-give you enough love or attention or whatever. You- you're a smart kid, you have quirks th- that most people find unappealing but there’s got to be one girl who can s-see past them. You don’t put yourself out there because—”
“Do not psychoanalyze me,” Morty snapped, sitting up in anger, irritated expression dulled by the faint blush and hesitant flitting of his eyes side to side. “I- I get enough of that bullshit from my therapist.”
“Morty,” Rick started gently, as if not to startle him, “You need to talk to someone about...” Rick gestured to Morty than back at himself, “ this , okay? Or- or else it’s gunna g-get reaaaal out of hand.”
Morty frowned, it was almost a pout, and Rick felt his mind betraying him when he thought of it as cute. “It’s just a stupid dream. I- I'm not in love with you. It’s subconscious o- or whatever. It’s not- I'm not at fault f-for what goes on down- down there.”
Rick wanted to explain exactly what subconscious thoughts were but decided it wasn’t worth it. “Alright,” Rick said, if only to placate Morty, “Alright, w-whatever, we’ll talk another time. You- you're probably worked up, you j-just killed a guy.” Rick exhaled, stepping away from the bed and moving to the door. “Get some more r-rest. I’ll talk to Beth, get- get her to leave you alone for a while. Sleep for a f-few more hours then spend the rest of the afternoon outside, okay?”
Morty nodded, giving Rick a nonverbal answer in the form of a thumbs up before letting himself drift off to sleep again. He heard the sound of the cabin door slamming shut as sleep overtook him. It was just one more dream. It doesn’t mean anything. There’s nothing there, no feelings, no love, it's absolutely nothing. Morty swore in his heart he wouldn’t do it anymore, obviously it was only going to negatively affect his relationship with Rick, and that’s something Morty can’t lose, not here in this hell-hole.
///
“Morty,” Rick whispered, hands idly running up and down Morty’s stomach as the teen sat on his lap, “So perfect, you did so well for me.”
Morty didn’t remember how he got here, only that they were both pants-less and he could feel the constant press of Rick’s cock against his ass. God, I wonder if it’s that big, Morty found himself thinking. Another dream right after he said all that shit to Real Rick... of course.
Annoyed that the good part of the dream got cut off, Morty basked in the feeling of being close to someone, arching his back and pushing closer against Rick, savoring this feeling of connection.
“Morty,” Rick said again, low and sensual. Morty hoped they’d get a round two before Real Rick came back and stole him away from the dream again. “I love you.”
Morty froze. What? What the hell? Snapping his head to the side in confusion, Morty gaped at Rick with wide eyes and a bewildered expression. “W-what did you say?”
Rick's hands didn’t stop, moving up and down and side to side until all Morty could feel was the warmth of another human being. It felt nice, too nice, and Morty couldn’t push himself away. “I love you.” Rick pressed his lips to the side of Morty’s neck, lightly kissing his way up to his jaw before pausing with a smirk when their lips were just centimeters away. “So good for me, keep being good, baby.”
Before Rick could close the distance between them, Morty woke up in a cold sweat, jumping upwards into a sitting position with his heart pounding in his chest as he quickly surveyed the area to make sure Rick wasn’t around. When Morty determined that he was alone, he collapsed back on to the bed, grabbing his face in his hands and letting out a pained groan.
“God damn it...” Morty cursed, staring desperately up at the ceiling as he prayed to whoever was out there that this feeling wasn’t what he thought it was. Because that would be bad, really, really bad.
Morty could still hear Rick’s voice in his mind, I love you , causing his face to heat up and his heart rate to increase yet again.
Oh...
Oh no.
Morty was so screwed.
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