Rick & Taylor (Worm/Rick & Morty)
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The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
- Location
- Spaaaaace~!
I feel kind of bad for the author... do they even know how much this has exploded? 
The expectations must be brutal!
The expectations must be brutal!
Duburu
Simurgh Survivor
That is not how coil power work really, he doesnt split time line he simulated it using a super awesome computer call shard
- Location
- USA
Rick is basically a geriatric Gary Sue
King Arthur
The Once and Future King
Every single main character is a sue, it's a meaningless term. It's not a thing anyone should ever think about.
Another Omake: MEESEEKS
I jiggled the doorknob to the warehouse that I'd scouted earlier - it was about eight in the morning. Rick had thrown some kind of gas grenade into the building through a window, and now the dozen Merchant gangbangers I'd found with my flies were fast asleep.
The only problem was to get inside now.
"Rick," I whispered. "Don't you have some kind of invention that can open locked doors, or something?"
"Dumb," the man declared. "I have something better, AND, it'll get you off my back about wanting fancy toys all the time."
I fought down my rising surge of anger, and stayed quiet while I let the man have his ego trip.
"This, is a Meeseeks Box," he burped, cradling it almost reverently.
Several seconds passed before I asked, "What?"
Morty rolled his eyes, turning to Rick and saying, "C-C'mon, Rick, you're going to use that thing again? R-remember what happened to Dad and his golf stroke? Give it here, Rick!"
"Ah ah ah!" Rick barked, holding the blue Tinker-tech looking box above his head, planting a firm hand onto his grandson's head, keeping the boy's wild swings out of reach.
"Jesus, Morty. Your idiot father screws up using the ONE thing that's probably the easiest-to-use out of all my inventions, and you-you-you're just going to throw in the fucking - belch - towel?" Rick said, palming the box high above Morty's head. Turning his head to face me, he barked, "Taylor! Taylor! This box will help you with all the mundane bullcrap you call a life. W-Watch this: you press this button - "
He slammed his hand onto the big blue button on top of the box.
There was a bang, a cloud of smoke, and then a... Case 53 popped into existence. Or at least I thought it was.
"I'M MR. MEESEEKS, LOOK AT ME," the obnoxiously-blue... thing... shouted in what must have been the most high-pitched, grating voice ever. It looked like a naked, blue man - except its nether regions were... blank. In fact, it wore no clothes at all, and it had no nose. What it did have were two, horrifically-large, beady eyes, a wide-set mouth, and a shock of bright orange hair protruding from the top of its over-sized head.
I immediately brought several insects over to it, and I was completely baffled. Its skin was some kind of smooth, rubbery substance; and the complete lack of sub-dermal movement seemed to indicate that it had no lungs or heart either. The thing was a walking contradiction of biology, and I idly wondered what would happen if Panacea got her hands on one of these... Meeseeks.
Rick continued speaking, "You make a request - " and here he turned to the Meeseek, tossing it one of his scifi laser guns. "Mr. Meeseeks, shoot that door open with the gun I just gave you."
"OH, OKAY!" it sang, as it pumped three precise shots into the door's locking mechanism.
As the door swung open, Rick said, "It fulfills the request; then it stops existing - " and the Meeseeks bamf-ed out of existence.
I jumped. "He just exploded!" I shrieked, pointing at where the blue alien thing had been.
Rick snorted, scooping up the fallen pistol. "Trust me, they're fine with it," he said. "Just keep your requests simple; they're not g-gawwds," he belched.
He underhanded the box to me in a lazy arc; I caught with an oof against my armored chest. "Knock yourself out, kiddo," he said. "C'mon, Morrttyyyy, let's go r-r-ustle up some jimmies. Taylor! Save me their drug stash! I need it!" he threw over his shoulder. The odd pair walked away, with Morty recounting some kind of horror story about the Meeseeks, and Rick laughing uproariously.
I stared at the box of pure potential in my hands, and I stepped into the deserted drug den.
Later:
"Aw, c-c'mon Taylor, you heard what Rick said!" Morty groaned. "You have to keep your requests simple, or the Meeseeks start going crazy for existing for too long!" He tried to reach for the box, but quailed away from me after I brought a wasp to sit on top of his nose.
Giving him a smirk & glare combo, I then turned my attention to the Meeseeks Box. This had so much potential... I'd used the Meeseeks on a trial run to fix up various handyman tasks around the house, like the squeaky fifth step into the house, or doing my laundry, or washing the dishes - and they'd performed them all perfectly, as if they'd known where everything was and exactly how to do them.
Now, to phrase my next request right.
I slammed my hand on the button -
"OH HEY THERE! I'M MR. MEESEEKS, LOOK AT ME!"
"I- I... want you to help me clear Brockton Bay of all the gangs!" I said in a rush.
Morty groaned as the Meeseeks crooned, "OOOH YEAH, CAN DO!"
Later:
"Jesus, Taylor," Morty said. "I-I didn't think you could actually do it!" Rick could only nod, his usual boisterous cynicism temporarily stupefied.
I beamed with satisfaction as I flipped to the next page in the newspaper, where its headline read, "BLUE MAN GROUP DISMANTLES CRIME IN BROCKTON BAY!"
The sub-heading read, "CAPTURED: Merchants, ABB, Empire 88, Coil, Faultline's Crew, and The Undersiders!"
I jiggled the doorknob to the warehouse that I'd scouted earlier - it was about eight in the morning. Rick had thrown some kind of gas grenade into the building through a window, and now the dozen Merchant gangbangers I'd found with my flies were fast asleep.
The only problem was to get inside now.
"Rick," I whispered. "Don't you have some kind of invention that can open locked doors, or something?"
"Dumb," the man declared. "I have something better, AND, it'll get you off my back about wanting fancy toys all the time."
I fought down my rising surge of anger, and stayed quiet while I let the man have his ego trip.
"This, is a Meeseeks Box," he burped, cradling it almost reverently.
Several seconds passed before I asked, "What?"
Morty rolled his eyes, turning to Rick and saying, "C-C'mon, Rick, you're going to use that thing again? R-remember what happened to Dad and his golf stroke? Give it here, Rick!"
"Ah ah ah!" Rick barked, holding the blue Tinker-tech looking box above his head, planting a firm hand onto his grandson's head, keeping the boy's wild swings out of reach.
"Jesus, Morty. Your idiot father screws up using the ONE thing that's probably the easiest-to-use out of all my inventions, and you-you-you're just going to throw in the fucking - belch - towel?" Rick said, palming the box high above Morty's head. Turning his head to face me, he barked, "Taylor! Taylor! This box will help you with all the mundane bullcrap you call a life. W-Watch this: you press this button - "
He slammed his hand onto the big blue button on top of the box.
There was a bang, a cloud of smoke, and then a... Case 53 popped into existence. Or at least I thought it was.
"I'M MR. MEESEEKS, LOOK AT ME," the obnoxiously-blue... thing... shouted in what must have been the most high-pitched, grating voice ever. It looked like a naked, blue man - except its nether regions were... blank. In fact, it wore no clothes at all, and it had no nose. What it did have were two, horrifically-large, beady eyes, a wide-set mouth, and a shock of bright orange hair protruding from the top of its over-sized head.
I immediately brought several insects over to it, and I was completely baffled. Its skin was some kind of smooth, rubbery substance; and the complete lack of sub-dermal movement seemed to indicate that it had no lungs or heart either. The thing was a walking contradiction of biology, and I idly wondered what would happen if Panacea got her hands on one of these... Meeseeks.
Rick continued speaking, "You make a request - " and here he turned to the Meeseek, tossing it one of his scifi laser guns. "Mr. Meeseeks, shoot that door open with the gun I just gave you."
"OH, OKAY!" it sang, as it pumped three precise shots into the door's locking mechanism.
As the door swung open, Rick said, "It fulfills the request; then it stops existing - " and the Meeseeks bamf-ed out of existence.
I jumped. "He just exploded!" I shrieked, pointing at where the blue alien thing had been.
Rick snorted, scooping up the fallen pistol. "Trust me, they're fine with it," he said. "Just keep your requests simple; they're not g-gawwds," he belched.
He underhanded the box to me in a lazy arc; I caught with an oof against my armored chest. "Knock yourself out, kiddo," he said. "C'mon, Morrttyyyy, let's go r-r-ustle up some jimmies. Taylor! Save me their drug stash! I need it!" he threw over his shoulder. The odd pair walked away, with Morty recounting some kind of horror story about the Meeseeks, and Rick laughing uproariously.
I stared at the box of pure potential in my hands, and I stepped into the deserted drug den.
Later:
"Aw, c-c'mon Taylor, you heard what Rick said!" Morty groaned. "You have to keep your requests simple, or the Meeseeks start going crazy for existing for too long!" He tried to reach for the box, but quailed away from me after I brought a wasp to sit on top of his nose.
Giving him a smirk & glare combo, I then turned my attention to the Meeseeks Box. This had so much potential... I'd used the Meeseeks on a trial run to fix up various handyman tasks around the house, like the squeaky fifth step into the house, or doing my laundry, or washing the dishes - and they'd performed them all perfectly, as if they'd known where everything was and exactly how to do them.
Now, to phrase my next request right.
I slammed my hand on the button -
"OH HEY THERE! I'M MR. MEESEEKS, LOOK AT ME!"
"I- I... want you to help me clear Brockton Bay of all the gangs!" I said in a rush.
Morty groaned as the Meeseeks crooned, "OOOH YEAH, CAN DO!"
Later:
"Jesus, Taylor," Morty said. "I-I didn't think you could actually do it!" Rick could only nod, his usual boisterous cynicism temporarily stupefied.
I beamed with satisfaction as I flipped to the next page in the newspaper, where its headline read, "BLUE MAN GROUP DISMANTLES CRIME IN BROCKTON BAY!"
The sub-heading read, "CAPTURED: Merchants, ABB, Empire 88, Coil, Faultline's Crew, and The Undersiders!"
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King Arthur
The Once and Future King
Sub-sub-heading read "Also, Brockton Bay is totally destroyed. I have no idea how this newspaper was even made."
- Location
- Argentina
"Too bad no one knew Bakuda had seeded bombs all over the city."
"Eh no, those were mine, why do you think the gangs surrended that easily?" Rick then took some pink powder by the nose. "Ah, now I can smell the sixteen colors of the rainbow!"
For anyone who's familiar with the SCP Wiki (warning, that's a huuuge time sink akin to Wikipedia or TVTropes!), Mr. Meeseeks reminds me of Mr. Deed, AKA SCP-662.
SCP-662 is a silver bell that, once rung, summons a butler-like individual who will complete almost any task asked of him, within physical possibility and within some sort of undefined, yet internally-consistent logic.
Come to think of it, that entire site has some pretty good cosmic horror type stuff that can be used for inspiration.
SCP-662 is a silver bell that, once rung, summons a butler-like individual who will complete almost any task asked of him, within physical possibility and within some sort of undefined, yet internally-consistent logic.
Come to think of it, that entire site has some pretty good cosmic horror type stuff that can be used for inspiration.
Silver W. King
King of Adventures
- Location
- The Nasuverse
No TT walk away. Seriously just walk away.
- Location
- Argentina
Too late, Rick DNA scanner confirmed that he is related to Taylor.
And TT caught Rick interest.
And TT caught Rick interest.
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Rick and Morty is an amazing and hilarious series, great to see more fics about it.
- Location
- New York City
Mr. Meeseeks might actually be alien tech rather than something Rick invented. In Blips and Chipz there was a guy using one to win at one of the machines.
I thought that at first too, but the show implies that Rick made it, and that the plans for the Meeseeks Box can be seen in Rick's room.
Regardless, I can definitely see myself writing a set of omake side stories about how Taylor Hebert, the Queen of Administration / Escalation, uses the Meeseeks for ever-greater feats of madness and destruction in her quests... I think it'd be fun~
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Doesn't mean other Ricks didn't invent it.
wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
It could be like the Time Crystal, where Rick stole/bought if from some aliens, then used it for his own purposes.
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- Location
- space
moar plz
Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
It would be funny if he stole it from another Rick.
- Location
- Argentina
"Hi Rick, I was too lazy to build this thing myself so I stole it. Signed, Rick."
Omake:
Inspired by @Rossum waxing philosophical on Coil.
"T-TAYLOR! TAYYY-UURP-LOR, YOU GOTTA WAKE UP!"
As I jerked awake from what I was coming to recognize as Rick's belch-filled cadence, sensory information from my bugs flooded into my consciousness just in time for our gestalt vision to see a wrinkly hand slap my groggy face.
Despite the stinging pain in my cheek, I immediately cast my awareness outward, looking for threats. "What's the situation?" I demanded as I fumbled blindly underneath the bed for my armor and mask. Simultaneously, teams of swarms combed the house, the garage, and the surrounding blocks. "Where's the threat? Are we under attack? - gah!"
Despite my ever-present swarm, Rick had somehow gotten inside my guard and slapped me again, this time the other side of my face. I yelped in pain, but the blue-haired man ignored it in favor of grasping me by the collar and shaking me.
I was starting to understand some of what Morty went through.
"N-No, Taylor! Forget about all of that! This is-is more important! At first, I thought it was those idiot Sigerian scammers again," Rick ranted. "T-They couldn't hope to simulate my genius for my c-concentrated dark matter, so t-they-they kept drawing me into these stupid simulations that only Jerry couldn't figure his way out of even at minimal capacity! I b-blew them up a few years back and I-I knew there was always the chance that they c-cobbled together another shitcan to get at me, but this is different!"
I hopped frantically around the room, checking the armor plating of my silk undersuit, asking "Wait, what do you mean I'm not real?" I was getting used to parsing Rick's drunken ranting, but this was a bit too fast. "Also, Rick, it's - " I had a trio of dragonflies peer at a clock. "- almost three in the morning! Slow down, and explain what's happening!"
Rick held up a piece of technology; it had a small screen that fuzzed with static as he turned various knobs and dials, and every so often he would fiddle with two or three of the antennae and satellite-dish looking extensions on it. It looked like he'd cobbled it together from household appliances... my household appliances.
"... Is that my TV? And is that my blender!? Give them back!" I demanded.
"None of that matters!" he raved. "None of this matters! You're not real! I-I-I'M not -belch- real!"
Finally hitting upon what must have been the correct combination of fiddling, Rick made a satisfied noise before thrusting the contraption at me. "See!?" he said, eyes crazed and triumphant.
I went vaguely cross-eyed as I stared at the screen: there were two dots on the screen, one of which was colored green, and the other one was red. There was an arrow underneath the red dot, pointing to it.
"... There are two dots on the screen," I said flatly. "You woke me up in the middle of the night to show me green and red dots?"
"Don't be Rick-diculous," he slurred, chortling as I tried to sting him with a wasp, but as always, it died instantly after getting within an inch of him. I settled for glaring at him, instead saying, "So what?"
"So what? SO WHAT!?" Rick repeated, his smile dying as he turned incredulous. "I modified one of my timeline fracture scanners after the Sigerian scammer incident - now this little baby shows any external waveforms trying to hack my brain, and outputs their origins such that any real realities are green, and any fake realities are red! And the arrow's pointing to red!"
"So... because your scanner thing is pointing to red," I said slowly. "It means that we're in a fake reality? We're in a simulation?" I pinched myself. Hard. "But I feel real," I protested.
"O-Of course -belch- you do, you ding-dong!" he shouted. "You're in a simulation, and of course you're going to feel real! You-you gotta t-trust me, Taylor!"
"But what about you!?" I shouted right back. "How can you be sure that that's what's actually happening?"
Rick set the machine down, and paced back and forth. "Normally, I'd be immune to this sort of thing because of Morty's brain waves - that's a long story - but if this is happening, and I-I'm sure it's happening because I'm a genius, it means Morty's missing after I sent him out on that grocery run."
He stopped, and clenched a fist. "And this simulation's pretty fan-fucking-tastic. None of that nanobotic rendering crap the Sigerians had, so I can't crash the system. That mean's only one thing. Some motherfucker's got an elllll-belch-dritch - eldritch computer-god doing some fucked up shit, and they got Morty involved in all this. They're gonna pay," he swore, crazed eyes narrowing in vengeful contemplation.
I stood still. And then said, "Let me get the rest of my armor and some bugs."
And then, despite the mood, Rick smiled. "Atta girl, kiddo! But, since we're in a simulation, there's no reason why we can't make this fun for ourselves. My real self probably knows what I'm going to do - he's me, after all! If-if-if it's satisfaction we're after, I think I might have an idea."
---
Timeline A:
Coil felt a sudden displacement of air behind him, and a peculiar combination sound of schwoop and squelch. He turned around just in time to see a note fall out of a green portal.
He picked it up, and read, "Check your other timeline, biiiiiitch. -R"
Timeline B:
Coil felt a sudden displacement of air behind him, and a peculiar combination sound of schwoop and squelch. He turned around just in time to see Rick, the rather eccentric blue-haired Tinker, step out of a green portal with the bug-controlling girl, Skitter.
Both of them were heavily muscled.
Incredibly muscled. Their muscles had muscles.
Coil reached for his sidearm, but before he'd even gotten a finger on it, Rick was suddenly inside his guard, an enormous, meaty fist slamming into his head. The impact jarred Coil, even through the trauma plate and kinetic impact gel in his costume, and it was enough to send him flying backwards.
"S-Stupid motherfucker," Rick said sneeringly, his arms raised.
As he spun in mid flight, Skitter's muscle-bound form launched another punch to his neck, cracking something in there and causing him to catapult back towards Rick, who threw him painfully back at Skitter.
"S-stupid bitch!" Skitter growled, her leg raising up.
She planted a foot solidly into his diaphragm, and as he folded around her leg, she lifted Coil into the air by pinning his arms into his side, and then viciously knee-ed him in the spine. Something else cracked inside, and Coil felt another hot spike of pain. As he struggled to breathe, Rick stepped up, sinking his fists into Coil's stomach, each punch landed with a wet, bruising thwacks. Skitter dropped him, and on his way down, Rick crashed two hammer-fisted blows into his back. Before he could even hit the ground, though, Skitter caught him by the head with one large hand.
"How do you like -" Skitter came up, grabbed Coil's ears through his costume, and then slammed her knee into Coil's nose, shattering it into fragments. "How do you like that?" Rick asked gloatingly as Coil finally slammed into the ground.
Coil couldn't say anything; his nose, throat, and spine were broken, and the sinking feeling in his gut was less likely due to the situation and more about the internal hemorrhaging he was no doubt having.
He heard Skitter hock loudly behind him, and then felt a wet sploosh on his face as she spat on him.
Rick leaned down, the mad Tinker's eyes shadowed by the man's blue hair. "Listen, snake-face - give me back Morty, unharmed, and I won't have to pull out your spleen. D-do the right thing, eh?"
With one last belch, Rick brought a fist down -
---
Coil collapsed Timeline B, and then pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Mr. Pitter," he said, trembling slightly. "Please bring our guest, Mortimer, to the corner of Market and 8th. See to it that he is... unharmed."
"Jeez," Coil said shakily, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. "Oh my god. W-what the hell? What a life."
Inspired by @Rossum waxing philosophical on Coil.
"T-TAYLOR! TAYYY-UURP-LOR, YOU GOTTA WAKE UP!"
As I jerked awake from what I was coming to recognize as Rick's belch-filled cadence, sensory information from my bugs flooded into my consciousness just in time for our gestalt vision to see a wrinkly hand slap my groggy face.
Despite the stinging pain in my cheek, I immediately cast my awareness outward, looking for threats. "What's the situation?" I demanded as I fumbled blindly underneath the bed for my armor and mask. Simultaneously, teams of swarms combed the house, the garage, and the surrounding blocks. "Where's the threat? Are we under attack? - gah!"
Despite my ever-present swarm, Rick had somehow gotten inside my guard and slapped me again, this time the other side of my face. I yelped in pain, but the blue-haired man ignored it in favor of grasping me by the collar and shaking me.
I was starting to understand some of what Morty went through.
"N-No, Taylor! Forget about all of that! This is-is more important! At first, I thought it was those idiot Sigerian scammers again," Rick ranted. "T-They couldn't hope to simulate my genius for my c-concentrated dark matter, so t-they-they kept drawing me into these stupid simulations that only Jerry couldn't figure his way out of even at minimal capacity! I b-blew them up a few years back and I-I knew there was always the chance that they c-cobbled together another shitcan to get at me, but this is different!"
I hopped frantically around the room, checking the armor plating of my silk undersuit, asking "Wait, what do you mean I'm not real?" I was getting used to parsing Rick's drunken ranting, but this was a bit too fast. "Also, Rick, it's - " I had a trio of dragonflies peer at a clock. "- almost three in the morning! Slow down, and explain what's happening!"
Rick held up a piece of technology; it had a small screen that fuzzed with static as he turned various knobs and dials, and every so often he would fiddle with two or three of the antennae and satellite-dish looking extensions on it. It looked like he'd cobbled it together from household appliances... my household appliances.
"... Is that my TV? And is that my blender!? Give them back!" I demanded.
"None of that matters!" he raved. "None of this matters! You're not real! I-I-I'M not -belch- real!"
Finally hitting upon what must have been the correct combination of fiddling, Rick made a satisfied noise before thrusting the contraption at me. "See!?" he said, eyes crazed and triumphant.
I went vaguely cross-eyed as I stared at the screen: there were two dots on the screen, one of which was colored green, and the other one was red. There was an arrow underneath the red dot, pointing to it.
"... There are two dots on the screen," I said flatly. "You woke me up in the middle of the night to show me green and red dots?"
"Don't be Rick-diculous," he slurred, chortling as I tried to sting him with a wasp, but as always, it died instantly after getting within an inch of him. I settled for glaring at him, instead saying, "So what?"
"So what? SO WHAT!?" Rick repeated, his smile dying as he turned incredulous. "I modified one of my timeline fracture scanners after the Sigerian scammer incident - now this little baby shows any external waveforms trying to hack my brain, and outputs their origins such that any real realities are green, and any fake realities are red! And the arrow's pointing to red!"
"So... because your scanner thing is pointing to red," I said slowly. "It means that we're in a fake reality? We're in a simulation?" I pinched myself. Hard. "But I feel real," I protested.
"O-Of course -belch- you do, you ding-dong!" he shouted. "You're in a simulation, and of course you're going to feel real! You-you gotta t-trust me, Taylor!"
"But what about you!?" I shouted right back. "How can you be sure that that's what's actually happening?"
Rick set the machine down, and paced back and forth. "Normally, I'd be immune to this sort of thing because of Morty's brain waves - that's a long story - but if this is happening, and I-I'm sure it's happening because I'm a genius, it means Morty's missing after I sent him out on that grocery run."
He stopped, and clenched a fist. "And this simulation's pretty fan-fucking-tastic. None of that nanobotic rendering crap the Sigerians had, so I can't crash the system. That mean's only one thing. Some motherfucker's got an elllll-belch-dritch - eldritch computer-god doing some fucked up shit, and they got Morty involved in all this. They're gonna pay," he swore, crazed eyes narrowing in vengeful contemplation.
I stood still. And then said, "Let me get the rest of my armor and some bugs."
And then, despite the mood, Rick smiled. "Atta girl, kiddo! But, since we're in a simulation, there's no reason why we can't make this fun for ourselves. My real self probably knows what I'm going to do - he's me, after all! If-if-if it's satisfaction we're after, I think I might have an idea."
---
Timeline A:
Coil felt a sudden displacement of air behind him, and a peculiar combination sound of schwoop and squelch. He turned around just in time to see a note fall out of a green portal.
He picked it up, and read, "Check your other timeline, biiiiiitch. -R"
Timeline B:
Coil felt a sudden displacement of air behind him, and a peculiar combination sound of schwoop and squelch. He turned around just in time to see Rick, the rather eccentric blue-haired Tinker, step out of a green portal with the bug-controlling girl, Skitter.
Both of them were heavily muscled.
Incredibly muscled. Their muscles had muscles.
Coil reached for his sidearm, but before he'd even gotten a finger on it, Rick was suddenly inside his guard, an enormous, meaty fist slamming into his head. The impact jarred Coil, even through the trauma plate and kinetic impact gel in his costume, and it was enough to send him flying backwards.
"S-Stupid motherfucker," Rick said sneeringly, his arms raised.
As he spun in mid flight, Skitter's muscle-bound form launched another punch to his neck, cracking something in there and causing him to catapult back towards Rick, who threw him painfully back at Skitter.
"S-stupid bitch!" Skitter growled, her leg raising up.
She planted a foot solidly into his diaphragm, and as he folded around her leg, she lifted Coil into the air by pinning his arms into his side, and then viciously knee-ed him in the spine. Something else cracked inside, and Coil felt another hot spike of pain. As he struggled to breathe, Rick stepped up, sinking his fists into Coil's stomach, each punch landed with a wet, bruising thwacks. Skitter dropped him, and on his way down, Rick crashed two hammer-fisted blows into his back. Before he could even hit the ground, though, Skitter caught him by the head with one large hand.
"How do you like -" Skitter came up, grabbed Coil's ears through his costume, and then slammed her knee into Coil's nose, shattering it into fragments. "How do you like that?" Rick asked gloatingly as Coil finally slammed into the ground.
Coil couldn't say anything; his nose, throat, and spine were broken, and the sinking feeling in his gut was less likely due to the situation and more about the internal hemorrhaging he was no doubt having.
He heard Skitter hock loudly behind him, and then felt a wet sploosh on his face as she spat on him.
Rick leaned down, the mad Tinker's eyes shadowed by the man's blue hair. "Listen, snake-face - give me back Morty, unharmed, and I won't have to pull out your spleen. D-do the right thing, eh?"
With one last belch, Rick brought a fist down -
---
Coil collapsed Timeline B, and then pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Mr. Pitter," he said, trembling slightly. "Please bring our guest, Mortimer, to the corner of Market and 8th. See to it that he is... unharmed."
"Jeez," Coil said shakily, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. "Oh my god. W-what the hell? What a life."
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wertsir
Knower of the Unknown
- Location
- Lost in A Deep Fog
"Mother-*burp*-fucker. that's it, pack your shit Morty, we're going to get my stuff back"
"Aw man r-rick, who would steal y-your stuff?"
"Rick, that's who. piece of shit's had his eyes on my meseeks box for years m-morty, looks like he finally grew a pair. now we have to go get it back"
"*Sigh* Fine Rick, I'll go get my stuff. Can we at least tell mom and dad where we are going?"
"No time Morty, he's p-probably jumped through 13 realities by now."
"Okay Rick...."
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- Location
- Argentina
"Rick, why did you steal from your other self?" Wizard Morty asked.
"Had to *burp* Morty, I have to prove magic is superior!" Wizard Rick said and then they jumped to yet another reality.
"This isn't about that club of Ricks not accepting you, right?"
Rick belched as he waved his hands and pulled a lot of magical artifacts... from his shorts. At least this time he wasn't naked under his robes.
"Morty, morty. I slaved a whole reality just to get the perfect breakfast. But do they care, oh no! *burp* is always 'that's not science' or 'magic is cheating' or dumb stuff like that. Now cover your eyes, the next jump is weird even for me and I was in Wizardstock 69."
"Had to *burp* Morty, I have to prove magic is superior!" Wizard Rick said and then they jumped to yet another reality.
"This isn't about that club of Ricks not accepting you, right?"
Rick belched as he waved his hands and pulled a lot of magical artifacts... from his shorts. At least this time he wasn't naked under his robes.
"Morty, morty. I slaved a whole reality just to get the perfect breakfast. But do they care, oh no! *burp* is always 'that's not science' or 'magic is cheating' or dumb stuff like that. Now cover your eyes, the next jump is weird even for me and I was in Wizardstock 69."