#{ ic ; ✖ C-151 Rick }

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Finally, Rick managed to navigate his way through the Citadel to find himself in front of a tall building. Perhaps one of the tallest ones he's seen so far. This had to be the right place.

As he walked through the door, he spotted a girl. Curious.

"I-I'm looking for someone.... A Morty.... do you know where he could be?" It wasn't that specific. Especially here on the Citadel when half of the population was a Morty. "He wears a black shirt."

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One thing lead to another and somehow Rick found himself trapped in a cage. This wasn't what he expected to come across on his travels. Yet, it seemed like chaos followed him wherever he went.

Eyeing between the bars, he saw a figure pass by.

"Hey, y-you over there, can you help me out of this thing?"

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Space was just relaxing as it always has been. Rick wasn't out here for any particular reason. Other than trying to find his way somewhere. In truth, he was lost. Not in direction, but in life. He didn't know what to do and where he was headed.

After all, he got a second chance. Reviving himself from the dead wasn't easy. It took time, luck and lots of willpower. So whatever he did now, he would make the most of it.

From the corner of his eye, he locked eyes with another ship, headed the opposite way. He wouldn't have thought any of it. If not for the fact the driver seemed to be either asleep or unconscious.

He better check it out.

Stopping the ship, he managed to get it close enough. The other ship still moved so he had limited time to get to it. As he activated the space helmet that covered his head, he opened the latch and stepped out.

It took a minute before he managed to pry open the side of the other ship. Having to brute force his way in with a laser. He hoped the owner of the ship wouldn't be too mad at him for that.

He made his way over to the cockpit. Oh, it was another Rick. One that looked much younger than he was. This was interesting.

Tender hands rested on those shoulders, shaking the alternate version of him slowly. He wouldn't say a word. Not yet. He wanted to make sure the other was awake first.

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[🪨 Pimple] "The galactic news broadcasted that entire planets get eaten by some planet-eating monster. Do you know anything about that?" [⭐ Rash]  "Wait, why are we just talking to people here? I thought we came here to fight that huge-ass monster and save the day? Whatever happened to communism?" [🚀 Zitz] "It's called communication, Rash. And I'm pretty sure we all agreed that we would do some investigations first this time. And it can't hurt to learn more about the planets we try to save, on top of it."

Curious, blank eyes look at the three creatures before Rick. It was strange that they had approached him. Only then to go on about something. He barely caught onto the context. Something about a planet-eating monster? They appeared to be bickering. So they must all know each other.

Leaving Rick there to stand in silence for a bit.

"I-If you're talking about the monster that's been destroying the whole place, then sure," In fact, he almost got swatted by it when he first came to the planet. Damaging his ship from having to swerve. "A-Are you three going to destroy it?"

The question brought upon an idea to his head. "Because, i-if you are, I-I can offer my services. I'm a skilled fighter."

To showcase this, he activated mechanical tendrils to come out of his form. They moved organically despite the metallic hardware that they were made up of.

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"If you think I'm harsh, you should've seen my Daddy," And no, he wasn't talking about his father. "When I was alive, prostituting it up, he would lay his hands on me any time he wanted, I used to crave his violent touch. It thrilled me, but I despised it the same."

And that's all he'll say for now. There's no use dwelling on things like that. Especially for a busy man like him.

The scalpel in his hand landed on the counter. Spinning it around as fast he could with his index finger. He let out a sigh. "I-I guess I can elaborate more about what my mother did to me,"

He didn't want to, but he didn't have much of a choice. The friend in his mirror was holding a dagger to his throat. It's almost as if he could feel the sharp point at his jugular.

"Sh-She always wanted a girl, so when my father passed away, she changed my name to Rita a-and dressed me up as her daughter," Maybe it's why he held a fascination for feminine things. His mannerisms were also very feminine. At least, compared to most Ricks that he met. "Th-This went on until I was 16, th-that's when I killed her and emancipated myself. No one ever found out that I did it, it was ruled as natural causes."

The silence was abrupt. As the memories of those days played out in his mind. It didn't help to talk about it. Only re-opening the old wounds. "Th-That's not all she did, but that's all I'll say for now."

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Is not afraid to bite. And will do so unprompted.

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"Morty and I -- w-we're reuniting, at last."

"Unfortunately, the rumors are true. I've decided to take on another Rick as my second-in-command. So, that means I'll have two. One for general duties and the other for secretive reasons."

"C-Can't wait to work with him, sir....."

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Rick c-151 what's your opinion on president morty's relationship with meg?

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That was an interesting question for sure. Rick had to quickly familiarize himself with this relationship. It almost sounded like a joke. Especially since he would go on rants about this very subject. Now, Morty was disobeying him and his believes in order to fall in love with some girl?

If he could, he would laugh at that.

"My Morty knows better than to fall in love, i-it's not real, he knows this, I taught him this," He remembered it as if it were just yesterday. How pathetically cute his Morty looked back then. Scared and so very on edge. "So, I-I don't know why the fuck he thinks dating some girl is going to be good for him,"

That is, unless his Morty turned out like him even more than he thought.

"I-If he's playing the long game of wanting to just have her for one use only, then I-I'm proud of him, but I really think he should wait until he's a little bit older. And maybe not put so much romantic thought into it."

He shrugged. That's the only explanation he had for this. Everything else just sounded dumb. It wasn't as if he thought they were the only couple to be fake, though. This was his mindset for every couple he saw.

Anyone he knew that was in love, it couldn't be real. If it were real, why couldn't he feel it? Why was he the only one left out on this splendid thing that everyone loved to rave about?

It made no sense.

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Rick C-151 how do you feel about how morty’s changed and about him now being the president of the citadel?

It was obvious how many changes that Rick's Morty went through. One of them being that he was no longer a shy or timid kid. Apparently, Morty was powerful. A president. Someone to be looked up to; feared. It boggled his mind. He could barely figure out what it all meant.

"I-I don't like it, he used to be so sweet and cute," The more scared Morty was, the cuter that he appeared. "I-I used to love it when I chased him around the house, how he would hide from me --"

Now.

"Now, he's shoving guns in my face, telling me to sh-shut the fuck up," He placed his hands onto a counter, leaning forward. "And now he's important. I-I don't like it, I-I don't like it, I DON'T LIKE IT."

Fists slammed onto the counter, over and over again. His jaw clenched. Breathing heavily through his teeth. Almost growling as he repeated that phrase. It's all he could say. That he didn't like it.

Not one bit.

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"Fair enough," Not like he has any room to complain. "I already had something in mind for our conversation. I was going to contact you soon, but I suppose you beat me to it. I'll arrange everything."

The kiss on the cheek stunned Rick for a bit. He wasn't used to this type of affection being returned. Though, he'd welcome it. After all, the attachment was slowly festering inside of him. One day that man will be his. One day.

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Evil Morty and Rick C-151 appeared! What to do?

Propose Fondle Butt Do "it" Confess

Propose Brush Off Awkward Hug Kiss On The Cheek

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"Height d-doesn't intimidate me."

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Never have I ever eaten another person with soy sauce on top (C-151 Rick)

LET’S PLAY NEVER HAVE I EVER. || accepting

"....No," Came the blunt response. "I-I've never tried using soy sauce to garnish, but perhaps I'll try it for next time." That certainly gave him some ideas and a curiosity of what it could taste like.

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Silence fills the work room. Rick takes a moment to look at his reflection in the mirror. As if he's checking for approval. He sees his own reflection nod towards him. Though, he isn't the one moving. It's a sign that he's allowed to speak on his past.

He wouldn't do so without his mirror friend's approval.

"Th-There's a lot to say about my past," He toys with a scalpel in his hands, fidgeting it about. "I-I was raised by only my mother, she wasn't.... exactly a good mother, I-I don't have fond memories of her,"

Those would be kept a secret, for now. Maybe one of these -- to a trusted person -- he would share the things that his mother did to him. Right now, he didn't want to focus on that.

Hunching over, he rested his upper body on the work bench. "I-I guess that's all I'll share for now."

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Stopped in his tracks, Rick tilted his head. A Summer? Though, she looked different. He couldn't pinpoint why though. It'd been a long time since he's seen a Summer.

"A-Are you lost?"

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@countlessrealities sent; 😱 Confession about receiver's muse's greatest fear/s. [[ Evil Rick (C-151) 😈 ]]

Blinking at the question, Rick almost didn't quite understand it. Greatest fear. It'd been a while since something scared him. He wasn't one to run away in horror of something. No matter how unsettling that something could turn out to be. He'd always go head first into the unknown and unsafe.

But, if he were being honest. He did find something truly devastating. Something that he could bear to think about ever happening.

"Being betrayed," He would then answer. "I-I don't like it when someone abandons me without a warning."