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The Path To Froopy Land

“It was just more practical to sequester you before I had to start, you know, cloning a replacement for every less-than-polite little boy or gullible animal that might cross your socio-path.”

Let’s dive a little deeper into that gullible animal bit, shall we?

Warning: mature content. Animal abuse and gore. Also these are all drabbles. I do not spell check or recheck them before posting.

Even at a young age the girl acted like her father. Science enthralled her as if it were part of her. But not science in a mechanical way. Not one of dimensions and creating. Oh no. The science that gnawed on her constantly was biology. The way flesh intertwined with blood to create something living. Fascinating even at her young age.

She managed to catch a squirrel once. It trashed in her grip, already wounded, and chittered away in an attempt to free itself. Beth chewed on her lip, peering behind her shoulder at the house. Inside she could hear her parents voices, raising and falling in volume.

They wouldn’t notice. The six year old was sure if it.

So she makes her way to the shed with the wounded animal held tightly in a way to keep it from biting at her flesh. In truth there were tools in the garage that would be more useful, probably, but she wasn’t allowed in there if her father wasn’t there. Even than she was shooed away more often than not.

Almost gingerly she places the squirrel inside an old box with random items left to rot. She clasps it close before twirling around. She hums to herself as she looks for the old forgotten tools that were replaced at one point or another.

A giggle escapes as she finds when she needs, placing an array of tools on the chipping desk neatly. Once done she places her hands on her hips, smiling because she loves to play surgeon. Though she isn’t very good /yet/ she had to keep trying. Trying like Daddy does until he finally makes his invention.

She grabs the squirrel out of the box by the scruff of the neck. It seems weaker now, chest rising and falling like a humming birds wing.

Well, one that she hadn’t failed to fix anyway.

“It’s okay Mr. Squirrel.” She reassures. “Doctor Beth is here to help.” And with her left hand she pins the squirrel to the surface of the desk. She debates where it’d be best to restrain the animal with minimal damage. Knocking them out or making them sleep was impossible without killing them. So she had to make do with what she could find.

Without second thought she picked up a heavy metal object and pressed it into the scruff of the animals neck. Smoothing the flesh onto the table she brings the tool down.

Thunk!!

Eeeeeeeeeck!! eerk eeeerkk!!

The staple gun pierced the flesh like butter, connecting the creature below her. She hums as she ignores the sharp, pained squeals of the animal and continues to staple it completely to the table. The entire time she soothes it with promises that she was there to help. It would all be /okay/.

A new ruby red smears across old browned stains of blood along the table. With the belly exposed she could really see the way the chest swelled and emptied at an amazing speed, irregular and frantic as the animal realized it wouldn’t be escaping today.

“Now we begin.” She states, turning her head as if talking to an invisible person. “Now, nurse. Scalpel. I know it looks like a-a simple broken arm but…but…i think there is something wrong with his heart.” Her head turns pitifully toward the animal. “But we will fix him right up! Now scalpel!” She demanded before snatching the tool up. Changing the pitch in her voice as she answered herself. “Yes Doctor Sanchez, right away Doctor Sanchez.”

She runs a finger down the animals exposed stomach, feeling dizzy with excitement bubbling and popping within her. Than, slowly and precisely, she presses the tip of the kitchen knife into the squirrel ribs. It’s shrill cries consistently ring in the air. She ignores the blood leaking everywhere as she pries it’s ribs apart. They crack like small twigs between her fingers. The animal is making noises she hasn’t heard before. Gutteral and broken shrieks and chitters as she digs around the animals insides with her fingers. She tries to not let it distracted her. It was the first time she got to practice with a squirrel. More often than not it was just birds with broken wings.

Sling shots did a lot more damage than Beth originally thought. She practiced a lot and daddy even praised her when she could knock off beer cans from the fence.

The young child didn’t even notice when the animal stilled with a few last desperate noises. She was to enthralled with the heart she’d carefully pulled from it’s chest. The flesh like arteries snapping like old rubber bands.

She frowned though. It was bigger than the birds hearts she caught but still much to small. It was another failed attempt. She sighs in frustration as she sets the organ in the table. She pulls open the drawer and grabs a sandwich baggie, ones she saved from her school lunches so her mother wouldn’t notice things going missing again. She plucks the heart from the table and drops it into the bag. She twists it up and sets it next to the other baggies she filled with other failed attempts at gaining a good enough heart.

She pokes at one of the older bags, now more a puddle of brown mush than a pinkish lump. A small smear of red lingers on the plastic as she pulls her hand away, slamming the drawer shut. So gathering a bunch of little hearts wouldn’t work either. They went bad too fast.

In her rage she tugs the dead squirrel from the table. Fingers digging into the wet warm fur. The skin makes a squelch like noise when it slowly rips free from the stables. An agitated grunt escapes her as the intestines smack against her hand. She squeezes her hand around the middle to keep most of the organs inside as she stomps out the door, the long tube of pink dragging along the dusty wooden planks of the shed as she went.

She stops dead in her tracks when she swings the door open and a few paces away stands her father. She falters, lip quivering, because he wasn’t supposed to find out yet.

“Beth? What–what the…fuck.” The man stuttered, staring with wide confused eyes. Beth shoves the hand clutching the dead animal behind her back. Her father snaps out of it and strides forwards. He stands like a tower above her.

“Yes daddy?” She cooes hoping that he wouldn’t spoil the surprise. Hoping he wouldn’t figure it out.

“Show me what you’ve got.” Rick demands, unibrow knitting downward. A pout formed as she down casted her eyes, flinching at the distaste in his voice. The authority. She was in trouble. “Now Beth.” He added on, irritation growing in his voice. Concern somehow managing to seep into them as well.

“I was just trying to help.” She declared as she rashly pulled her arm back, throwing the dismembered creature into the ground as hard as she could. The corpse bounces and spilled it’s insides along the ground. Tears burned in the corner of her eyes at the frustration of it all. “I just wanted to help daddy! I swear.” She continued, fists bunched at her sides as tears began to fall freely onto her redden cheeks.

Rick didn’t hesitate to pick the child up into his arms, hushing her.

“Next time come get me.” He tells her gently, staring at the disfigured squirrel before him. “If daddy can’t make it better we can take it to a vet.” He explained, a matter of fact. Beth curls against him and nods.

“I just wanted to help.” She repeats with a sniffle.

“I know sweetie. I know. It’s not your fault it didn’t…didn’t make it. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up. Than we can have some ice cream.” Rick consoles her.

“Okay Daddy.”

She doesn’t tell him she wasn’t trying to help the squirrel. She heard him and mommy fighting. She heard her dad’s slurred words and most importantly she remembered what her mom told her when she asked what was wrong with Daddy. Why daddy didn’t stay long and why he was always sad now.

Her dad’s heart was broken. So she had to find him a new one.

#rick and morty #abcs of beth #animal abuse #gore #young!rick #young!beth #the path to froopy land #fanfic

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