#&& Rick Sanchez || advnterccs

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent:

Curled up in bed, Rick pulls his counterpart in closer. He's still half asleep and he doesn't realize what today is. Instead, he brushes his nose against the back of that neck. Softly breathing in the other's scent. Something that has become so familiar and comforting to him within these last two years.

"Mm, morning, baby~" He finally says, voice a bit deepened from having slept. "I-I wanna make you pancakes."

{ To your Rick from my Rick // i forgot it's their 2nd year anniversary so have a short thing !! 🤭💙 }

The first sound that leaves Rick's throat is a quiet, contented hum. He isn't wasn't awake, not really. His mind was still mostly lost in a dreamy haze, barely able to register what was going on around him.

And yet, his body instantly recognised the form pressing up against him, without a split second of uncertainty. By now, recognising his counterpart is as easy as breathing, if not easier. It's like a second nature for him, for reasons that go way beyond the fact that they are the same person.

Almost without realising it, he squeezes closer to his boyfriend, hands blindly reaching out to touch him. No matter what they are doing, how much time they spend together, how physically close they are, he just can't get enough. When they are apart, it does never feel fully right, as if something is missing.

A feeling he should be used to, if not for the fact that these days he knows exactly what he needs and wants to fill that particular hole in his chest.

Rick lets out a little snort as he turns around in his other self's embrace, cracking an eye open, enough to look at him. He's too cozy to fully come back to the waking world. He wants to stay there a little longer, in that bubble where it's just him and the love of his life.

"H-Hey, lover," he hums, his voice coming out a little raspy with sleep too. "I-It's always a fuckin' good morning w-when I get to wake up next to you."

It's cheesy as hell, but he doesn't care. He wouldn't be able to even if he tried, not when it's about his counterpart. Fuck everything and everyone. He's in love, as he has never been before, and he has all the intentions of enjoying every single bit of it.

His lips brush the corner of his boyfriend's mouth, lingering just a moment too long, and then he presses their foreheads together, finally opening his eyes properly so he can look into those gorgeous ice blue orbs.

"S-Sounds like a goddamn good idea, baby," he goes on, as his arms wrap around the other's neck.

The next moment, he's moving forwards, rolling them on the mattress so that he ends up on top of his counterpart, face tucked into the crook of his neck.

"B-But lemme hold you for a little more first. 'S not like the pans are going anywhere any time soon."

[imprvdente]

Nonchalantly, Rick would play it cool as he put an arm around Fish's shoulders. Only to tuck a card in between her arm and the side of her body. His arm slid away suddenly. "D-Don't drop that card until I'm gone, but y-yeah, anyway, see you later."

He could've made that exit weirder, but nonetheless, he basically sprinted away.

If the card were to fall onto the ground, it would shoot out a beam of blue light, creating a holographic invitation. The words written in white being read out by Rick's voice, repeating in three second intervals.

{ Obligatory Mun note: time means nothing as the event goes on for the entire month of October, the party goes on from October 21st to October 31st. Also, please tag anything concerning the event with 'Rick's Halloween Bash' }

from: Rick's Halloween Bash invitation!!! status: closed event 🎃

"What-??"

Before Fish could ask anything about the card he had shoved under her arm, Rick was already gone. More exactly, Rick had already sprinted away at full speed. Frowning a little bit in surprise, she looked at the card.

Had he said to drop it to the ground?

With a little shrug, she did just that. After all, Fish was a curious woman, and this entire ordeal was intriguing enough that she'd do as she was told (for once). As the card fell to the ground, a beam of blue light sprung from it, creating a large holographic invitation to what looked like a Halloween party.

And if that wasn't clear enough, Rick's voice resonated all around her as well. As far as invitations went, this was certainly one of the most creative she'd seen in her long life. A little bit awkward too, but that was really just because of Rick's weird little run.

She happily stuffed the card back into her pocket, and the voice and light went silent. A Halloween party sounded really fun, actually. And she wasn't going to say no to an opportunity to see Rick. She was already thinking of costume options! Of course, she could easily travel back in time and buy an outfit for an extra realistic effect.

[countlessrealities]

The scowling and the glaring only added to Rick's hilarity. He had to give it to the guy, as arrogant and annoying as he was, he could also be quiet entertaining. Choosing this sort of revenge plan had been the right choice. Not only he would get the sadistic pleasure of stripping the other of his sanity, one thought at a time, but he would also get a few laughs at his expenses here and there.

He couldn't think of a better choice of side project.

The shadow of a smirk curled his lips as C-137 inadvertently corroborated the delusion he had been feeding him. He didn't openly comment or acknowledge it, because he needed the idea to keep taking root unconsciously, but he still allowed himself a moment to savour the smugness it brought him.

Oh, the thrill of seeing a scheme slowly rolling along the path he had drawn.

"You do, pal. You give a shit," he claimed instead, in a matter-of-fact tone that, however, held the smallest hint of mockery. "You can try to fool everyone as much as you want, hell, you can even try to fool yourself, but we know the truth. And honestly? You've been doing a shitty work at pretending not to give a fuck."

Arms crossed over his chest, he started to lazily walk in circles around his alternate, like a shark who had trapped its prey.

"We should rehearse that act a little. It leaves much to be desired."

C-137's last claim had him snorting and Rick stopped his pacing, crouching down in front of the other man.

"How sweet. I was that important to you? I'm flattered, but...sorry, baby, you're not my type."

He patted his alternate's cheek in a patronising way, the gesture bearing as much scorn as his words.

"And I have to disagree. You're not just getting drunk, pal. You're self-destructing. Slowly crawling towards your death because now all you are is an empty, sad sack of shit. You're so desperate to have me back, to have back what kept you going all this time, that your brain has conjured this fantasy," he gestured towards himself, "so you can delude yourself that I might still be around, somewhere."

He leant in, close enough to speak in the other's ear, voice reduced to a whisper.

"You're pathetic. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

The flick to Rick's forehead caused his brows to furrow. Even in death this guy was a pain in the ass. He wanted nothing more than to just grab the nearest gun. Shoot both of them in the head. A murder-suicide, that surely would be a hell of a job to clean up. And in some way, it would be such a beautiful end to the misery of this Finite Curve.

The words cut through his thoughts and he focused his gaze up at his enemy. Glaring as much as he could with the far away look in his eye.

"D-Does it matter? Everyone's asleep, I-I don't give a single shit if they hear me yelling at myself," That might've slipped out. Perhaps it was the idea of this all being projected into his mind that got to him. Despite not having believed it before. He had no other explanation. "And no fuckin' shit,"

He sat up on his knees. An attempt to grab at the other went horribly. Once again, just slicing his hand through the air and the particles that made up the hologram.

"Who fuckin' GIVES A SHIT," He hands landed on the floor, putting him in an uncompromising position. "Y-You know what you meant to me, wh-what you took from me, I-I might feel...."

He didn't know how to describe it. "... This, but that's because i-it was all YOU. Y-You lost the moment you stepped foot into my garage and decided to be an asshole. Y-You got what you deserved. So who cares if I end up being drunk because of it."

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

― NAME: Steffu

― PRONOUNS: she/they

― MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)? Rick Sanchez, and my OC I've spent an embarassingly lot of money on art of over at @relentlessgrief

― RP PET PEEVES? Fortunately the community has gotten better about it I think, but treating OC's as less when they're anything but.

― EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS? I started when I was 10, so I'm 30 now. 20 years. I went from Neopets -> Gaiaonline -> Tumblr. I wrote as Thrax from Osmosis Jones, V from V for Vendetta, King Candybug from Wreck it Ralph, Oogie Boogie, Scarecrow and Professor Pyg from the Batman Series, Courtney and Ghetsis from Pokemon, Nnoitra Gilga and Mayuri Kurotsuchi from Bleach, Savage Opress and General Greivous from Star Wars, Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians, Davy Jones from POTC, Gantu from Lilo and Stitch, Randall Boggs from Monsters Inc. I'm sure there's others but those were my main. However, Rick Sanchez has persisted and I've kept him throughout 10 years. Currently on private servers I write Gortash from Baldur's Gate 3 with a friend. I'm TRYING to convince my friend to write an OC so I can ship them with the Ghoul from Fallout. My resume is long. But again, Rick Sanchez for better or for worse persists.

― FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT? All three.

― PLOTS OR MEMES? Both are good. Memes are a great way to get the ball rolling, but plots can also provide more structure. I like a balance between the two.

― LONG OR SHORT REPLIES? A mix. Quality over quantity.

― TIME TO WRITE? 7pm-2am.

― ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)? Rick, yes, I like to have fun like he does. Life is short, fuck it. But I'm not mean or toxic like him. I'm also not very witty like he is. I'm more like Jerry. Isn't that irony to the highest degree. No one knows a Rick better than a Jerry.

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[arcadiandefenders]

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Name: Karl Octavius Uhl

Nickname(s): Señor Uhl and Uhl the Unforgiving by his students

Age: 45

Birthdate: July 5th

Species: Human

Nationality: Austrian / Spanish

Gender: Male

Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Religion: N/A

Occupation: He's a Spanish language high school teacher at Arcadia High.

Face Claim: Karl Uhl

Parents: His father is German and his mother is Spanish.

Siblings: None

Family: None

Significant Other(s): Susannah (ex-girlfriend), Lenora Janeth (crush for a while before letting the crush go), Barbara Lake (@sparksofdaylight / Austrian Trollhunter verse)

Children: None

Closest Friends: Rick Sanchez (@advnterccs), C-Rick Sanchez (@countlessrealities), Thomas Lawrence, Lenora Janeth, and Walter Strickler

Rivals: N/A

Enemies: The Gumm-Gumms

Eye Color(s): Blue

Hair Color(s): Blonde

Height: 6'2"

Weight: Haven't decided yet

Body Build: Strongly built, especially in his shoulders/arms/torso, and pretty much fit

Notable Physical Traits: He has scars on his upper back.

Tagged by: @pvachypessa

Tagging: Anybody can do this

[countlessrealities]

Morty allowed himself to be pulled along, eyes filled with enthusiasm. Now that they had put their worries behind them, he couldn't have said what he was more excited about. Of course he was eager to spend proper time with his boyfriend, but there was so much more.

As they sped up the staircase, he brushed his fingers over the intricate railing. The resort had looked pretty cool from the pictures, but now that he was there, seeing it in person? It was so much cooler. The deterioration, while obvious, didn't really take away the charm of the place. If something, it added a sense of mystery to it, and he couldn't wait to have the chance to explore.

Then, there was the fact that he'd be allowed to forget, at least for a while, about all the concern and the tension and the uncertainty that had been haunting all of them. Rest and relaxation wouldn't usually fit his definition of a fun time, but they were all exhausted and they needed it. To hell with whatever the Ricks said.

And speaking of their grandfathers...It was nice to finally hang out with them without the constant shadow of their obsessive search hanging between them.

"I-I'm sure there's plenty of those! I-I mean, this place looks like...y-you know. T-The kind of place where t-they only have big suites!" He answered, mind already filling with expectation. They would find the perfect room, he had no doubts. "S-Sure, they'll be messy, b-but it won't be anything we can't fix!"

Just as his counterpart, Rick found himself staring after the two teenagers as they disappeared on the upper floor. It's a been a long while since he had seen them so carefree and, while he refused to feel guilty about it, it was still good to witness.

Shaking his head with a soft snort, he followed his boyfriend, shooting the dark staircase they had to use a half-hearted glare. Hopefully they'll be able to use the elevator once they had gotten the power on again, or it would have taken ages to navigate the bulding.

"M-Maybe, but hey, I-I'm not complaining. I-It means that I have an excuse t-to be alone with my baby longer," he purred in a playful tone, reaching out to gently pinch his other self's side. Then he leant in, careful not to accidentally cause them to trip. "An-And you know what? C-Creepy basements can be hot with the right company an-and we'd deserve a reward for fixing this shit.~"

The kiss on the corner of Morty's mouth made his lips pull into a smile. It was a start to their vacation and a reminder that he had nothing to worry about. So he leaned forward to give a kiss in return, placed right on his counterpart's cheek. Chuckling a little.

"Okay," Was what he managed to say in a light tone, allowing himself to be pulled towards the hotel.

A soft smirk spread across Rick's face. "I miss you too," He responded, closing his eyes for a second to revel in the nuzzling.

It definitely seemed like this vacation was going to be a great one. With how things were going so far and the look of the island. Everything seemed to fall right into place. One that both Rick and Morty could appreciate.

Standing inside the worn out hotel, Morty looked up at the chandelier as well. "Woah," He didn't realize this place was so fancy. Or, at least, it used to be.

Instead of gawking anymore, he nodded at the other Rick and gently pulled his boyfriend by the arm up the stairs. "Maybe we can find one of those, y-you know, large suites o-or something." He was hopeful that there had to be big rooms in this place.

Separating himself from his boyfriend, Rick smiled as he watched the Mortys went to find their rooms. Something about it just lit up a warmth inside of him. And he wouldn't admit it to himself, but it felt like they were a real family.

"C'mon, I-I think the generators are in the basement of this place, shouldn't take too long to get it up and running."

As he said that, he began to walk through the hotel's foyer and found the back exit. One that lead to a fleet of stairs. If his guess was right, it was just a couple of floors down. So he began to descend down them.

"Damn, I-It might take more time getting down there than to actually turn the fucking thing on."

[endsvilleborn]

@advnterccs​​

Nothing made Mandy anxious -- Cosmic eldritch horrors, supernatural phenomena, space anomalies predating the first sun or star. She’d tussled with elder gods, Olympians, titans, superheroes, supervillains, and one carton of orange juice after a good tooth-brushing. All for fifteen years, starting from the day she enslaved the grim reaper himself.

Nothing got her anxious. Except for one human being.  ❝Sanchez.❞  She hadn’t felt this clammy before. She knew what Rick was capable of. And she was fortunate to not have crossed paths with him up until now. But it was bound to happen sooner or later - Right? An unstoppable force cannot exist in the same universe as an immovable object. Which was Mandy? Which was Rick? She wasn’t eager to find out.

[spxcemuses]

What color are you?

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Tzekel-Kan: 

red

you are angry, aren't you. how apt. you laugh and show your teeth when you smile and never ever let your audience forget that you are dangerous, and then when your theatre clears you do not stop performing. you have not stopped in a very long time, because when you do someone is going to see you as a person instead of a pedestal, and that is not an option. when you are vulnerable again, you will be held.

Rick Sanchez: 

black

tell me about isolation, beloved. tell me about loneliness in a crowd of thousands, about painting yourself deaf, about becoming something nobody can hold in their hands without it stinging. you are still breathing, out of spite or otherwise. sing with me.

Syndrome:

grey

repression tastes like chalk. you build yourself a lighthouse and haunt the stairwell all on your own- you think it's funny. you are angry, and tired, and people want so much from you but never listen when you speak. don't be petty- keep talking- i will listen.

Cletus: 

white

you are a caricature of yourself. you are blank, and cruel people perceive that as purity. fangs are white, too- learn to bite. learn to rip and tear. you would benefit from finding another color to swallow down. protect yourself. you deserve it.

[countlessrealities]

Morty happened to walk by right in the moment when she was swinging the axe and, caught off guard, he was forced to jump back to avoid being it. Not that he was ever in any real danger to be, but the weapon still came too close to his limbs for comfort.

"Woah! G-Geez, Meg, careful with that thing!" He exclaimed, eyes still wide with surprise. "An-And seriously? This was Summer?" He really should be surprised. "Uh, m-maybe it's better if you put it down. O-Or at least hold it down? S-So you don't accidentally hit anyone."

He would have gladly grabbed it and put it somewhere away from the crowd, but with those undead creatures walking around, it could have come in handy.

"T-That's a really cool costume, though! H-Have you shown it to FM? I-I bet he'll love it. L-Let's go get him. H-He should be in the kitchen."

And with that, he grabbed Meg's hand, pulling her along so that they could find her...his...their boyfriend.

{ @advnterccs & @shctupmeg }

"Oh is the party happening already? I gotta change into my costume!"

After a few minutes she emerged dressed in her costume. Which was pearl from the horror movie pearl. "I was gonna go as something cute and pink again but summer convinced me to decide on something more badass or you know know scary. I even have an axe!" She exclaimed swinging the weapon over her shoulder. Yes it was real and not a prop.

[countlessrealities]

"Shut Up" Kiss starters

@advnterccs sent: "I love you. That's all that matters." 💋 { To your Rick from my Rick ofc }

Fights were something intrinsic to every sort of relationship. Friends, family, romantic partners. Wherever there was an attachment deep enough to make you care about the other person's opinons, conflict was bound to happen. Even when you were trying everything in your power to prevent it.

Rick knew that, perhaps a little too well. He had gotten used to his personal bonds ending in heartbreak of some kind more often than not. So much that, in certain moments, he even believed that it was the only outcome he could ever have. Because of that, at some point, he had even started to intentionally cause those fights. It was dumb, it was self-destructive, but he clung to the idea that you got less hurt, if you were the one to bring harm first.

It had never really worked out that way, but bad habits were always hard to break. If not impossible.

Or, at least, that was what he had believed until his boyfriend had proved him wrong. His counterpart did that a lot, even if never on purpose, and Rick still didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. What was for sure was that it was a fact and he would have never had it any other way.

It came with his other self and he would never change a single thing about him, good or bad, no matter what.

The thought caused his chest to tighten painfully. Fighting with his boyfriend was something he truly hated. They rarely did, something he was thankful for, but at times it just couldn't be avoided. Their egos, their personalities, their tempers, so many things about them and their lives made it unavoidable, even for the smartest men in the universe.

They always made up, no matter how bad the fight was, and that was the only knowledge that made the whole process bearable, but that didn't change that it was agony. Like his heart was ripped out every time.

"L-Listen, Rick, I...That wasn't fair. W-What I said," he started, voice filled with regret and uncertainty. "I-I was mad and you were mad, an-and we both fucked up, but...I-I still shouldn't have."

He wasn't sure of how to word it right, he had never been good at apologies, but this had to be perfect. He had to make it up to his counterpart properly. It was the least he could do.

"I-I guess that what I'm trying to say is...-"

And he himself would have never know what it was because his boyfriend placed a finger on his lips before he could finish the sentence, speaking those sweet, warm words in a whisper. And those alone were enough to make Rick melt.

The kiss that followed only fed into that feeling, washing over him like a gentle wave of soft bliss and wiping away the ache that had still been echoing in his heart. The touch of those lips made him forget everything, as if it was enough to collapse the universe into a bubble were just the two of them existed. A space were all he could feel was love and them.

They were far from perfect and there would be more ups and downs waiting for them along the road, but honestly? He would gladly embrace them all because what they had there, while it could never be paradise, was all they longed for and all they thought they could never find again.

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[samenkomen]

“𝐰𝐡𝐲?! why’s not the question morty, it’s how! but you’ll never know that will you?  ‘cause you’ll never be as smart as me..” arms are thrown into the air as  his wiry frame moves to & fro ────  swivelling within his chair as fingers screw, & twist various nuts & bolts located within the device he was building. “i gotta keep your parents busy, morty.  just while we go on this one teeeeeny adventure.” body slips behind his grandson’s. arm hooking about his shoulders to aid his dramatic needs. “they’d never understand, morty. they’d never leave you alone with me again, m──ouuuuur──ty.”

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[countlessrealities]

Just as Morty's claims had annoyed Rick, the scientist's rant fuelled the teen's quickly souring mood, bringing him very close to the point where he would be ready to throw caution into the wind and start acting out of spite. If there was something he hated was having everything thrown back in his face as a way to make him feel in debt or guilty.

The man wasn't lying about any of it. Morty was well aware of how much both he and his counterpart owed to the Ricks. Their grandfathers had changed their lives, for better and for worse, but neither he nor his other self would ever choose to go back to how their existence was before. However, that didn't give the old bastards any right to use it against them. Especially considering that the efforts in their relationship were anything but one-sided.

Deep down, the boy knew that he could have argued that he and his counterparts were the ones who did more work, but he had always kept that observation to himself. He knew that voicing it, with either Rick, wouldn't have helped.

"Oh, s-sure, because you two do all that o-out of the kindness of your hearts! A-Are we comparing receipts? B-Because I have some myself," he argued back in the perfect imitation of the tone Rick had just use. He shot a glare at them man from over his shoulder and he started to poor the mixture just a little bit more slowly. "D-Do really think that w-we don't have better things to do than c-cleaning up after your old asses? L-Like when you get so drunk tha-that we need to carry you to bed, an-and also clean up your vomit off the floor. O-Or all the times we saved you b-because you can never keep your mouths shut. O-Or when you get all petty an-and start fights for no reason, an-and get us both almost killed. N-Not to mention that we are the ones w-who have to fix all the messes y-you leave behind!"

He stilled his pouring, making sure that he was gripping steadily at the pan before reaching out for the bottle of liquor he hadn't finished yet. Making eye contact with open defiance, he took a big gulp out of it, and then went back pouring the eggnog...even more slowly.

"S-So, Rick, I have all the rights to give you shit b-because you can't be patient an-and not act like the wrinkled dick you are f-for one time!"

This was painstakingly long. It felt like Rick was standing in the same spot forever. Though, he couldn’t just walk away. Not when he didn’t trust the teen to follow through with a simple task. It was always the simplest of ones that he couldn’t trust Morty to handle.

Just thinking of his own Morty ruining every small task that he gave him caused his eyes to roll once again. It seemed to be today’s theme.

The drop on the counter wouldn’t go unnoticed. Just as the sudden irritation that the teen displayed. Which only fueled his own growing annoyance at this whole thing. Damn, maybe he wasn’t as drunk as he thought he was if this was getting on his nerves.

“Oh, like how I-I and Rick set aside our time to save your and my Morty’s fucking asses on a daily basis any time you touch something that wasn’t meant to be touched?” He snapped back, heading towards the fridge to grab himself a beer. “A-And don’t get me started on all of the times you two nearly beg us to come fucking help you out with wh-whatever you need, so don’t give me shit for not giving you my time when I do it anytime you ask me,”

Gulping down the alcohol, he burped. “So can you, please, pour it in faster so we can get on with our fucking day?”

[mercwithagem-archived]

@advnterccs said: "Yeah, I bet it would be really easy for you," Rick's tone was mocking. "Maybe you want to prove how easy it would be or are you just going to stand there?"

"Mr. Sanchez, I think you're too drunk to realize where you are, so let me help you out."

"You're in a boxing gym, owned and operated by my daughter, who happens to be an amateur boxing champ. Today, there's a class in self-defense, and she's the teacher."

"I don't need to move a muscle. I just have to wait for you to give her a reason."

[petalsxfallen-a]

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1. Petal x Canon Pink Pearl

2. Petal x Blue Pearl

3. Petal x Yellow Pearl

4. Petal x Zapp @captnzapp

5. Petal x Rick Sanchez @advnterccs

[countlessrealities]

Rick's brows furrowed a little at the comment. There were obviously plenty of events he still hadn't lived through and plenty of things he still hadn't discovered. That was a hard fact. But did he have to catch up? On one hand, letting his counterpart tell him about the future would allowed him to repeat the same mistakes, but on the other, it felt like he was being robbed of part of his free will.

Useless to say, that last thought was disturbing as fuck.

The mention of that one time he was framed for Rick-cide snapped him out of his thoughts and his eyes widened in surprise. Wait, that fucker was the president now? What the hell? Wasn't he supposed to be dead? He had witnessed a whole bunch of Mortys beating him into a pulp before the Council and their guards had stepped in.

He didn't get the chance to ask about it, though, because his other self returned with the board and started to ramble about more details of the future timeline. The Curve, the Citadel's reserve of portal fluid, Evil Morty. President Morty.

Well, holy shit. He hadn't seen that coming. Yet how ironic it was, considering what he had told his own Morty after the whole mishap with the Rick killer.

"A-Alright, alright, stop there for a second, pal," he interjected before his counterpart could keep going. "C-Can you fuckin' reduce the spoilers at minimum? I-I don't need or want to know everything y-you've gone through. I-I'd rather live my life w-without this Back to the Future bullshit messing with it. S-So...stick to what is strictly necessary, okay?"

He couldn't believe that he had to spell it out. The asshole was supposed to be him, wasn't he? He should have known that he wouldn't have liked that info dumping. ...But then again, Rick was a selfish jerk, so it was just as likely that the other had been thinking only about what was easier for him.

Or, even worse, his counterpart thought that, since he was the future, Rick would have been the one to disappear in the case the timeline was merged back together. He could see the logic behind that reasoning, and what a troubling thought that was.

Trying to distract himself from the nothingness that might be waiting ahead of him, the scientist grabbed the second erase marker.

"S-So, the little creep managed to break out of the Curve using all t-the fluid stored on the Citadel," he started, scribbling an equation on the board. His tone was neutral, but the displeased frown was still lingering on his face. "T-To do that, he basically punched a fuckin' hole into the space continuum. N-Now if we put together your Citadel portal fluid and mine, tha-that generates four time that energy...E-Enough to punch a fuckin' hole in the time continuum too."

And there they were, trapped in what he supposed was a nexus. A knot outside space and time that kept the two timelines linked together.

"O-Our portal fluids must be all messed. O-Or mixed together, or-or shit like that. I-It might be that we can't get out b-because we're missing a variable. W-We need to find a way to set n-not just the space coordinates, b-but the time coordinates too."

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That comment went passed Rick, unfazed by it completely. He agreed with it, spending time by himself – with himself – wasn’t the most ideal thing to do. Hell, that’s why he drank most days. To get away from who and what he was. So there was no need to say anything or even think more about it.

Damn, maybe there was something to having a counterpart. Something that could help recognize the shit that that he dealt with before and to see how far he came. Now that he discovered that his counterpart was from a past timeline.

“Damn, y-you’ve got a lot of fucking catching up to do, pal,” So much had happened between a whole season. He didn’t even know where to begin to start explaining everything. “But, y-yeah, way fucking lame, even if – shit – I-I got to give it to the president, he cleaned up the place real fucking nicely a-and, uh, apparently he’s the same guy who hacked our portal gun back in season one….”

But that was a whole other story that he didn’t want to get into. Not yet, at least. They needed to figure out how to get out of this limbo.

Standing up, he quickly walked over to a closet. Then another closet. Realizing that what he needed wasn’t in the right one. Only to pull out a whiteboard and two dry erase markers. Stopping it right in the middle of the garage.

“O-Okay, so if we’re going with your theory, i-it means when you transported the Citadel, at that exact moment, I-I was gathering the mutant Mortys onto the only escape pod,” He began to explain, drawing out doodles to better illustrate what he was saying. “Shit, I-I forgot to even say this but, that president, he figured it all out. About the Curve, the schematics of the Citadel, all of it, a-and he used it, a-and all of the portal fluid on the Citadel to leave the fucking Curve so…”

He stepped back with realization. Staring at the mess of doodles on the white board. “It means that we basically shot ourselves in the foot by blowing up the Citadel at the same time the president o-or Evil Morty, decided to leave the Finite Curve.”