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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 1 year

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Double Dessert

Trans Morty oneshot! I was thinking of my own grandad while writing this, because he was very supportive of me when I came out but also worried about me getting discriminated against.

Also there are two very subtle Red Dwarf references in this. If anyone catches them please let me know as I will be so happy you have no idea. There’s no clear timeframe for when this is set apart from the fact the Citadel still exists but it’s not really really early on in the show.

Summary: while visiting the Citadel, Morty makes friends with another Morty whose Rick seems to be unusually overprotective. ~3.9k words. Warnings for mention of sexual assault (the Mr Jellybean scene) and its aftereffects, stressful coming out, discussion of trans stuff in terms that might not be everyone’s preference (e.g. a trans guy saying he used to be a girl), some ignorance of trans stuff (nothing hateful, just a lack of understanding), eating insects (I know a centipede is not technically an insect but you get the idea). There’s also a brief joke about Mortycest, but nothing like that actually happens and I don’t think it’s anything out of the ordinary for the show.

Disclaimer before we go in that I’m a trans guy.

Despite Morty’s much shorter strides, he keeps pace with Rick easily in his excitement to be on the Citadel. True, his grandpa might hate it, and he has his own fair share of bad memories of the place, but there’s something about the hustle and bustle that appeals to him. Maybe it’s the benefits of getting to go somewhere that clearly isn’t Earth without the risks that are usually present in the places he goes with Rick. After all, everything in this place is designed for at least one of the two of them, unlike the alien planets they visit, where even the most innocuous-seeming things could be deadly.

Rick pulls him into some sort of shop and instantly makes for a particular section. It’s clear he knows what he’s looking for, and Morty can identify the look in his eye that means he’s about to spend 45 minutes deliberating between two practically identical products. Not wanting to get involved, he wanders off alone to check out what the store has to offer. The best possible description he can find for it is ‘electronics store’, but there are plenty of items that don’t fit this category. Although the bulk of the shop is clearly intended for Ricks, he notices a small section at the back that seems to be aimed at Mortys, and wanders over, curious.

He’s looking around in interest when his eyes land on another Morty with the unmistakable expression of shock that indicates he’s never been here before. The Morty looks fairly typical, with no clear modifications or mutations of any sort. Even so, there’s something about him that looks subtly different in a way Morty can’t quite place.

“Hey, man.” he greets the other Morty, who starts at his voice, as if being startled out of a trance.

“Oh! H-hey.” the other Morty responds, his voice slightly high, like he’s scared.

“I-is this your first time on the Citadel?” Morty asks, trying to make the other Morty feel better, but also genuinely interested in having an actual conversation with another version of himself. Rick’s disdain for the Citadel means that Morty has spent fairly little time in the presence of his other selves.

The other Morty nods. “Y-yeah. Rick told me about this place, but he doesn’t really like to come here. This is the first time he’s let me come with him.”

“Yeah, my Rick’s kind of the same way. He doesn’t really like the Citadel. I-I think it’s kind of cool, though!”

“Me too! Check out this thing!”

The other Morty indicates a machine that reminds Morty of the stands at theme parks that sell photos taken on rollercoasters. On the screen are many pictures of Morty posing with various girls. Some might be real, taken in other dimensions, and some are clearly edited, but both Mortys amuse themselves by looking through the options, especially when they discover there’s a whole folder for Jessica. The machine has prices listed in a currency Morty doesn’t recognise for printed copies of the photos.

“Why would we pay when we could just take a picture on our phone?” Morty asks, pulling his phone out of his pocket and snapping a photo. When he opens it, instead of the picture he’d been expecting to see of himself with Belle Delphine, the screen shows Rick’s laughing face, flipping him off, with text reading ‘LICK LICK LICK MY BALLS’. The two Mortys spend a couple of minutes tilting their heads at the screen, trying to figure out how it works, even though they both know neither of them has a hope of understanding.

Eventually, the two get bored and turn their attention to a selection of stim toys in various shapes and colours instead. The Mortys are joking around and laughing together when they hear heavy footsteps and a Rick calling out for his Morty, slightly frantically.

“Geez, I wouldn’t want to be that Morty, am I right?” Morty quips, before noticing his counterpart’s guilty expression.

“Aw, geez, that’s my Rick. He’s gonna be mad that I wandered off.”

Morty opens his mouth to reply, but is cut off by the other Rick as he spots them.

“Morty! I-I told you not to wander off like that!”

The other Rick crouches down and takes his Morty by the shoulders in a manner that’s uncharacteristically affectionate for a Rick. His eyes shift to the side and he notices Morty. “Wh-wh-who’s this? What’ve you been doing?”

“I-I’m Morty C-137. I, uh, I actually didn’t ask your dimension, did I?”

“A-70.” replies the other Morty, at exactly the same time as his Rick snaps “None of your business.”

“Rick!” protests the other Morty. “Can you not be rude to my friend?”

“Oh, your friend? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was in the presence of your esteemed friend. How could I be so selfish as to worry about my only grandson, wh-when he’s busy hanging out with his friend?”

Again, while the sarcasm is very Rick-like, there’s an air of over-protectiveness beneath it that Morty finds unusual for a Rick or, at least, unusual in that it’s expressed so openly.

“Rick, come on. This is the first time I get to meet other Mortys!” the other Morty whines, and something about it seems to wear the other Rick down.

“Fine.”

“H-hey, Rick, do you think Morty could come over sometime? To our dimension, I mean.” the other Morty asks excitedly.

Rick A-70 eyes Morty suspiciously. “No.”

“What? Why not?”

“Morty, remember what we talked about? Before I agreed to let you come with me here?”

Morty’s emotions shoot between indignation and confusion and concern. He really doesn’t understand whatever is going on here. However, it’s clear that the other Morty does, as he looks down and sighs.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now, come on, we’ve gotta get home so I can stabilise these cadmium-II coils.”

“Aw, but Rick!” the other Morty protests.

“But nothing! This is very sensitive machinery, Morty! Do you know what happens if I don’t get it home where I can store it properly in the next 10 minutes? Do you? It’ll be useless, Morty, and I’ve just paid 200 blemflarcks for it, so say goodbye to your friend.”

“Aw man.” sighs Morty A-70. “I-it was really nice to meet you. I wish we could’ve hung out some more.”

“Hey, why don’t you stay here with me and my Rick for a bit? Th-that way your Rick can go back and, and sort his stuff out, and we can keep hanging out!” Morty suggests.

“Can I, Rick?” the other Morty pleads.

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon, please, Grandpa?”

Even Morty can see the other Rick’s face soften slightly at the word ‘Grandpa’ for the briefest of moments before he scrunches it up in annoyance.

“Who did you say your Rick was again?” Rick A-70 asks, turning to Morty.

“C-C-C… C-137.” Morty stammers, something about this Rick’s harsh tone making him nervous. Recognition flashes across the other Rick’s face, and Morty worries that he might say no. But, to Morty’s surprise, he sighs and gives in.

“Fine. Where’s your Rick?”

“Th-this way.” Morty heads in what he hopes is the correct direction, the Rick and Morty of dimension A-70 following behind him. Finally, he rounds a corner and finds his Rick, exactly as he knew he would be, poring over two identical-looking products.

“Hey Rick, can my new friend hang out with us for a bit?”

“Sure, whatever, Morty.” Rick responds, clearly not paying attention. The other Rick taps him on the shoulder. “Morty, I’m trying to - oh.” he cuts himself off as he sees Rick A-70.

“Look, pal, I’ve gotta get back to my dimension and deal with these coils before they go critical. My Morty has decided he can’t bear to be apart from his new friend, so will you look after him while I jump back home?”

“Please, Rick?” Morty begs.

“Eh, sure, why not.” Rick responds with a shrug and turns to go back to his items but the other Rick catches his shoulder and stops him. Morty can see him squeezing hard enough to cause pain.

“You better not let anything happen to him, got it? I’m trusting you because you don’t trust other Ricks either, but if anything happens I will know and I will fuck you up.” Rick A-70 hisses, staring intently at Rick for a few moments before pulling out his portal gun and pressing a button. Rick’s own portal gun glows in his pocket and Rick A-70 portals away.

Rick rubs his shoulder irritably and turns to Morty A-70.

“Geez, kid, your grandpa’s a real bag of laughs, huh?” Rick snarks.

The other Morty chuckles nervously. “Yeah, sorry, h-he’s kinda protective.”

Talk about understatement, Morty thinks. It’s unusual to see a Rick act like that towards anyone, let alone a Morty, but part of him is almost jealous that his new friend’s grandpa actually displays affection for him. Morty snaps out of his reverie to see A-70’s nervous expression and quickly pushes away the thoughts to deal with later, smiling at his counterpart.

The two Mortys start to kid around again while Rick picks up and pays for what he wants. Once he’s done, Rick turns to his two grandsons.

“You kids wanna get some lunch?” he asks. Both Mortys agree enthusiastically and Rick portals them home to drop off his purchases before they get into the ship. Surprisingly, Rick remains on Earth, flying to a relatively local restaurant. Morty wonders if he took the other Rick’s threat to keep his Morty safe more seriously than he let on.

The restaurant is fairly quiet, so they don’t have to wait long to be seated or served. Rick is quieter than usual, content to scribble what appears to be blueprints on a napkin until the food comes and then wolfing it down, leaving the Mortys to their bonding. Morty is fascinated to learn what the two of them have in common and what they don’t, amazed that another version of him can be so different and yet so similar at the same time.

At first, the other Morty seems to be enjoying himself too, since it’s quite a novel experience for both of them to actually interact with a kid their own age, even if it is just another Morty. As the meal goes on, however, Morty notices A-70 start to get more uncomfortable, eyes flicking around uncertainly, squirming in his seat.

“H-hey, man, you OK?” he asks his other self. A-70 starts slightly at his question.

“Y-y-yeah, I just, I, um… I need to pee.”

Morty is surprised. “Oh, well, I-I think I saw the bathrooms just over there.”

His other self shakes his head. “Yeah, I just, I, um, I, my Rick, um, my Rick normally comes with me.”

Morty feels his eyebrows raise. “Your Rick won’t even let you go to the bathroom alone?” Rick A-70 had seemed unusually overprotective, but that seems too far for any Rick.

“N-no, it’s not that, it’s, um, I… I don’t like going alone. He comes with me… to make sure nothing happens.”

Ah. That makes more sense. Morty remembers all too well what had happened to him in that tavern in the giant courthouse steps. It had taken him a while to be able to go into public bathrooms after that, too. In fact, he clearly remembers a time when he’d wet himself in Rick’s ship because he hadn’t been able to bring himself to even enter a bathroom on one of their adventures, much less use it. He knows Rick must have known the reason because, for once, Rick hadn’t snapped at him or made fun of him for it, which, in a way, had been even worse. Still, that had been a long time ago, long enough that Morty is now usually able to use public bathrooms without too much of a problem. However, it makes sense that something like this could have also happened to this Morty, and that he’s still affected by it. That would explain why his Rick seems so overprotective, too.

“H-hey, man, it’s OK, I get it. I’ll come with you.”

A-70 seems to brighten at that. “R-really?”

“Sure!”

The two Mortys head for the bathroom. When they get there, A-70 heads for the stall, which surprises Morty slightly, given his own history, but he concludes that maybe this Morty had something happen to him at a urinal instead, or that the lock makes him feel safer, or maybe he just has to take a dump. However, A-70 comes back out almost immediately after entering.

“I-it’s out of order.” He says, wringing his hands nervously.

“W-well, hey, we’re the only ones in here. If you want me to guard the door while you use the urinal-”

“I can’t.”

“I-it’s OK, I can even wait outside if you want-”

“I can’t!” the other Morty cries. His response surprises Morty, and he flinches slightly.

“W-why?”

“Because I don’t have a penis!”

“Wha-I… d-did something… happen to it?”

“No, I never had one!” A-70 is getting increasingly frustrated and Morty doesn’t understand. “I-I’m transgender.”

“You’re a girl?”

“I was a girl. Not anymore.” A-70 responds, looking at the floor, one arm wrapped across his chest, clutching his opposite arm. “I-I thought you knew.”

“N-no, I-I didn’t realise. Sorry, man.”

A-70 doesn’t respond, and Morty feels himself talking nervously to try and make the situation better. “Can’t you, like, use the women’s?”

A-70 grimaces at that, and Morty knows he’s said the wrong thing. He panics more and keeps talking.

“O-or, hey, I think my Rick has a centipede you can swallow that eats your pee! D-do you want me to ask him?”

The other Morty nods, and Morty thinks that he must really not want to use the women’s if he’d rather swallow the centipede. He doesn’t understand, but he doesn’t want to make things worse for his other self. He places a hand on A-70’s shoulder.

“C-come on, let’s go ask him.”

A-70 seems hesitant. “W-w-what are you going to tell him?”

This stuns Morty. “Uh, that you need to pee but you can’t because the bathroom is out of order?”

“You won’t tell him that I’m… trans, will you?”

Morty blinks. “Why not?”

“My Rick said I shouldn’t tell people. He says they might try and hurt me.”

“What? Come on, it’s Rick. You’re his grandson. He doesn’t care if you’re different to the other Mortys. There’s Mortys that are cowboys a-and hammers and all sorts of things.”

A-70 seems a bit more willing but still worried. “OK. B-but can we at least ask him in private?”

Morty smiles reassuringly at his other self. “Sure thing, man!” A-70 smiles back at him, weakly, and he feels a slight sense of relief.

As they walk back to the table, Morty sees A-70 holding his hands together at his solar plexus, exactly the way he does when he’s nervous. No matter how many other versions of himself he sees, he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being amazed at the similarities.

They reach the table and Rick looks up at them.

“R-rick, can we talk to you outside?”

Rick’s eyes flick between the two Mortys, trying to work out what’s going on.

“Fine.” he gives in after a few seconds, standing up. The three of them walk outside to where the ship is parked.

“Wh-what is it, Morty? I-if you’re about to ask if you guys can go somewhere private so you can masturbate with twice as many hands, fine, but at least wait until I’ve had dessert.”

“What? No!” Morty exclaims, shocked by the suggestion. “No, Rick, I… do you have the centipede?”

This seems to throw Rick off his rhythm. “The… centipede?”

“The pee centipede. The one that you swallow it and it makes you not have to pee.”

“Oh, that. I-I mean, sure, but didn’t you just go to the bathroom? What do you need the centipede for?”

“It was out of order.”

“What? No it’s not. I used it earlier.”

“The stall is.”

Rick’s expression is a mixture of confused and exasperated. “It only eats pee, Morty. If you have to take a dump, y-you’ll just have to go in the bushes or something.” he waves vaguely in the direction of some nearby bushes.

“No, Rick, it’s not for me. It’s for A-70. He can’t use the urinals.”

Rick eyes A-70 questioningly. “Why not?”

Morty pauses, looking at A-70, not sure whether he should tell Rick or not.

“I-I don’t have the… equipment.” A-70 mumbles, gesturing vaguely towards his crotch.

Rick shrugs and tosses the centipede to A-70, who catches it and chokes it down in a way that tells Morty this isn’t the first time he’s done this. Poor guy must really not want to use the women’s if he’s voluntarily choosing this option instead.

“So, you have an accident, or you just never had one?” Rick asks, casual as ever, pulling his flask out from his lab coat and sipping from it. Despite having already swallowed the centipede, A-70 chokes again.

“Rick!” admonishes Morty. “Y-you can’t just ask that!”

He regrets his outburst immediately, worried that it makes the answer obvious. He’s never had a Morty friend before, and he doesn’t want to lose this one.

Rick shrugs. “Why? I-it’s not a big deal, Morty. You think I’ve never met a trans version of you before?”

“There’s more like me?” A-70 exclaims.

“Sure, there’s loads, in both directions. Plenty of Ricks who thought they only had granddaughters just to learn they actually had a grandson, or vice versa.”

“Why did you - why did my Rick never tell me?” A-70 seems shaken.

“I-I dunno, kiddo. Maybe he never met any. N-no offense, but your Rick, I don’t get the impression he gets out a lot.”

“Will you take me to meet them?” A-70 asks.

“Oh. I mean, I-I guess I could. I don’t exactly know their dimensions offhand.”

“Hey, yeah, y-you could like, form a club, o-or a support group, or something!” Morty suggests excitedly.

“Psh. La-ame!” Rick snorts. Morty shoots him a disapproving look, and he quickly backpedals. “What? Everything you’re into is lame, Morty. A-anyway, I want my dessert, c’mon.”

Rick ushers them back into the restaurant and Morty notices his other self seems much happier and more animated. He decides not to comment on the fact that Rick lets A-70 order first, or the fact that he lets him get both options when he can’t decide between two. The rest of the time passes pleasantly, much more so than usual, and Morty can’t help but feel a tiny prickle of jealousy at the fact that Rick is rarely so nice to him. At the same time, he’s enjoying having a good time with his grandpa, enjoying actually having a friend.

A few times, he catches Rick staring in the way he recognises to mean that Rick is doing something inside his own head. Once they finish, Rick pays, and they walk out of the restaurant before portalling back to A-70.

That dimension’s Rick is sitting on the couch, idly channel-hopping through interdimensional cable. However, his expression and the speed with which he gets up when he sees them betrays his nervousness.

“H-hey, buddy. Did you have a good time?” he asks his Morty, ruffling a hand through his hair as Morty A-70 runs into his arms for a hug. Again, Morty feels a familiar pang of envy at their easy affection. He wonders if this Rick was more affectionate with Morty when he thought he was a girl, and the habit never broke, or if they’re simply closer than he and his Rick are. He thinks again of the way his Rick treated this Morty earlier, but quickly pushes the thoughts away to deal with later.

“Rick! A-apparently there’s other trans Mortys! Can we go and see them sometime?” Morty A-70 asks, and his Rick visibly stiffens.

“What did-” he begins, but Rick cuts him off, pressing a spot in his temple where Morty assumes an implant is hidden.

“I’ve sent a list of coordinates to your portal gun, if you want to check ‘em out. T-they’re split by gender, depending if your Morty wants to just meet other guys or not.”

The other Rick doesn’t look pleased, but his Morty grins massively.

“Thank you, Rick!” he exclaims, and his Rick’s expression softens as he sees his Morty’s happiness.

“C-come on, Morty, we’d better go.” Rick turns to him, waving off the other Morty’s gratitude.

“O-OK, Rick.” Morty turns to his other self. “I-I had a lot of fun today! We should do this again sometime! I’ve never been friends with another Morty before!”

“Yeah!” the other Morty replies enthusiastically, grinning at being called a friend. He turns to his Rick. “Can I, Rick?”

Rick A-70 looks at his Morty’s pleading eyes, then at their counterparts. “I guess so.”

“Yes!” the other Morty punches the air.

The two Mortys wave at each other as Morty steps through the portal with Rick. They emerge next to the ship and both get in.

They fly in silence for a few minutes while Morty tries to decide if it’s worth spoiling the happiness with his question.

“What is it, Morty?” Rick sighs.

“Wh-what?”

“I can tell you’re building yourself up to say something. Just spit it out.”

“W-well, I, um… you were really nice to that other Morty.”

“Weird way to thank me for paying for a meal for you and your friend.”

“I just mean… why do you never do that for me? You’d never let me get two desserts.”

“How else should a grandpa react to his grandson’s coming out?”

“C-coming out?”

“Coming out, like out of the closet? C’mon, Morty, you must’ve heard that one before.”

“I-I have, I just… would you do that, for me, if I came out?”

“If you came out, sure. Why, you got something you want to tell me? Or you just want double dessert?” Rick looks at him expectantly, and Morty isn’t sure how to respond.

“D-did you say there’s girl Mortys? Like Mortys like me who… became girls?”

“Sure, Morty. I-i-is that really such a shock to you? Ah, what am I saying, you had your mind blown by a cowboy version of yourself.”

Morty takes a moment to think. “So… it would be OK if I was one of them? If I wanted to be a girl?”

“Boy, girl, anything else you can think of, whatever you want. Y-you’ll still be the same pain in my ass either way.”

Morty feels a small smile spreading across his face. He knows what that means in Rick-speak. And though he’s never given much thought to his gender identity before, it’s nice to know that he’ll be accepted whatever happens.

The jealousy he feels at the thought of Rick A-70 openly worrying about his Morty, hugging him casually, treating him like a grandson instead of a problem still needles at him, but it’s easier to ignore in the warm glow of acceptance. He knows it’s something that will come back to haunt him at the worst moments, usually when he’s trying to sleep or shower or when he and Rick have an argument, but he hopes that thinking about gender will occupy his mind enough to keep his thoughts from drifting too far towards the negatives for a while.

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Could we get a continuation of the yandere Rick photo one? Like what would the relationship be like after the S/O knows about Ricks photos

Sure! No marriage as he isn't that type of man but there's a relationship there. Gets a bit too intense for C-137 Rick maybe but it's what came to mind. Hope it's an okay continuation.

Fic this adds on to here

An Obsession

Yandere! Rick Sanchez (C-137) Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Murder mention, Toxic relationship, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Drugging, Implied intimacy, Forced relationship, Stalking mention, Ownership mention, Darling has second thoughts about accepting Rick's feelings, All of this is wrong and just know none of this is okay irl. It's meant to be dark.

"Can't believe it's been months! How's it going between you and Rick, (Y/N)?" Summer teases, following you around the house.

"It's none of your business, Summer." You huff, getting sick of the teen's antics.

"Oh, come on! Morty says Rick talks about you, why don't you talk about him all the time?"

"Just never felt the need to."

"At least tell me who asked first?"

"If it'll get you to go away, Rick."

"Oh... my... God...."

You shrug and continue to the garage. A place you dreaded since this relationship started. However, you needed to get Summer out of your hair.

"I'm busy, go on your phone or something."

"Wow, you are just like him...."

You ignore how her comment made you feel and sit at one of the seats in the garage. This place always brought you back to that afternoon. Where you snooped too far and found Rick's hobby.

The photographs multiplied since then. You just know it, yet never felt like checking. Even if you were dating now, you found it creepy.

What else were you supposed to say when he asked you out? You were caught... he was intimidating... it all felt so forced. He got what he wanted since he met you in the end.

You could tell he tries to ease your discomfort at times. He expects you to settle in and love him. It isn't that easy for you....

Tonight... Rick wanted a date after he got home with Morty. Wanting to still try to entice him, having that much care for him, you did yourself up. Now you sit in his garage... surrounded by machines of his design.

You bite back a sigh when the ship he drives Morty in pulls into the garage. You stand up tall, pulling on a smile once Rick steps out. It's time, like it or not.

"Baby!" He coos, enveloping you in his arms. You hug back and just refuse eye contact. Morty exits the ship, wandering to the garage door into the house.

"Ew..." Morty mutters when Rick kisses the top of your head.

"Shut up, Morty!" Rick calls, causing Morty to run off to his room. He then turns all his attention on you. You feel yourself shrink under his gaze. "I see you're all ready for tonight, aren't you?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You seem nervous."

"I'm... always nervous around you. Stomach flutters when near you, y'know?"

That wasn't a lie. You were nervous at what he was capable of if you broke his fantasy. You were selling it like you loved him so much it made you sick, though.

"You've always been the sweetest..." He kisses your lips briefly before walking by you. The taste lingers and you grimace behind his back. "I'll get ready myself, you sit tight, okay?"

You nod and he leaves. You then release a sigh of relief before turning towards his ship. You wondered if you could pull off running away...

A hopeful yet impossible thought.

---

Rick always has the strangest date ideas. You've dated for months and he's taken you to space amusement parks, bars, and hotels. Ocassionally even parties.

Parties that usually end with him shooting someone who got a bit too handsy with you.

He's always so temperamental with people around you. Tonight he chose a restaurant and hotel. Which meant he had plans to keep you away from the house for awhile tonight....

"I've noticed something..." Rick starts, stopping you from attempting to eat the strange space version of your favorite meal. Your eyes look up at him, meeting stern yet concerned eyes. You sit up straight.

"Yeah?"

"You're scared of me, (Y/N)."

"What makes you say that-"

"Don't treat me like I'm dumb (Y/N), I can tell you and I need to work on our relationship."

You take deep breaths and nod.

"Yeah, okay...."

"It's been months. Perhaps we need to help each other ease into this?"

Your heart drops and you glance away for a moment. That explains the hotel....

"W-Well, Rick... I think we need to address some things first."

"Like what, honey?"

"... a lot. The photos, the aggression, the possessive urges, all of that-"

Your voice is just barely a whisper but Rick hears it. He's listening to you hesitantly vent towards him, seeing you fidget with your clothes. It's cute... even if he dislikes what he's hearing.

"Alright, baby... it'll be okay. You know you're special, right?"

"Am I?"

"Yes you are. You're special to me. That's all that matters, right? That I love you and want you so much more than anyone else?"

"Rick... the photos. You know that isn't right, don't you? Admit this to me... you've always been stalk-"

"I've been ADMIRING you, (Y/N). You're looking too much into it. The photos are just to remind me of who I truly treasure."

"Don't ignore this. What about you being so trigger happy?"

"That's expected, isn't it? You know me. Anyone and everyone is a threat."

"No, they aren't... you're so possessive, too. I still have marks from that one night."

Rick refuses to humor you any longer, looking away.

"... Good, and you'll have more later."

"You are well aware of how wrong our relationship is..." You mutter. "You just refuse to see it. You own me, don't you?"

Rick doesn't answer for a moment, hands clasped in front of his face. He sighs before turning to you.

"Baby, you know that's not true."

"Then why'd you force me into this, Rick?"

Rick is silent after that, taking a drink from his glass before returning to eating. You frown, frustration making you shake as you continue eating. Your mind was made... you'd put up with him until he sleeps... then you'd leave.

You aren't his to own.

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You quietly sigh, laying in the hotel bed. Rick lays next to you nude... the sheets disheveled around you two. A relationship should not feel like a chore, you think to yourself.

Quietly, you sit up and move the blankets off you. You then look for your clothes and slide them on. You glance at Rick's snoring body with malice before grabbing the ship keys and leaving the room.

You're tired of this. You're tired of him, Rick Sanchez. You don't want to act out false affections towards him anymore.

You aren't his to own. It angers you he never answered your questions truthfully. He's a stalker, he's possessive, and he's a murderer....

You nearly forget he's a genius too when you reach the ship... and it doesn't unlock.

Distressed, you click the keys more, only to get an error.

"You're not Rick. Please step away from the vehicle."

"Then who am I...? Rick's little pet?" You spit, huffing softly at the fact Rick never registered you into the ship's system. He didn't even trust you with his ship alone.

You were just meant to follow him, obediently.

Your mind swaps to another plan you could try. His portal gun. He always brings it with him, he has to have it somewhere.

With fear that you're wasting time, you head back to your hotel room. Instinctively you walk on tiptoes and peek into the room. You sigh quietly before placing the keys on the table.

"And where did you think you're going?"

You freeze in place, a very angry Rick coming into view. You feel horrible, but only because you got caught.

"I-"

"I'm not buying any excuse you throw at me. I know you tried the ship. I knew you were going to someday."

"What?"

"You're right. Maybe I do feel like I own you a little. I love you, always will... I don't like sharing you though. I should've known you'd catch on. You were always a smart one."

You narrow your eyes.

"So what am I to you, then?"

He grins, his eyes holding a teasing look.

"What do you think, baby?"

You're then pulled into the hotel room, Rick locking the door. He keeps you still in his arms even as you struggle. You notice he never takes his eyes off you while injecting a sedative he had on him in case you decided to get too... smart with him.

"I said you're mine, didn't I?"

He puts you back on the bed, kissing your lips once before pulling away when the sedative takes effect. Admittedly, even if it was probably the drug, you felt your heart beat a little faster. Perhaps he did excite you even now despite him confessing his true intentions.

You gasp softly when he pins you, tilting your chin up.

"That means you're mine as far as I'm concerned, baby. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez c137 #yandere rick sanchez

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strigone · 1 year

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First post in awhile. I present the Legio Mortis Scout Titan, Traitors Eye. Part of a maniple that survived the Istvaan atrocities, it and its crew enjoy hunting Space Marines above all else, and bear the wounds of constant war with such deadly prey.

This took forever to paint! Being my first warhound, and not content to do a boring standard pose, my hubris led to needing fishing weights to keep him upright. The plasma blastgun also fell out, as I messed up the epoxy there. But all things said and done, he came out great for my first giant resin project. God titans are just so cool. Sorry again that some photos are blurry, it's hard to get decent pics on a guy so big lol.

#warhammer 40k #wh 40k #my models #chaos #painting #Warhound

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amanda-519 · 6 months

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So, now that season is half-way over, and I’m actually really excited to see where the season goes, I’m going to make some episode predictions. I have never been correct with them before, but I figure that now I have a decent shot at guessing at least getting some episode ideas right, or at the very least, getting in the same ballpark (hopefully).

So we have five more episodes left, I will now go over their titles and their descriptions.

- Rickfending Your Mort: Gotta keep those receipts, dawg.

- Wet Kuat Amortican Summer: High school, broh. Morty and Summer hang out in this one

- Rise of the Numericons: The Movie: Action! Adventure! It’s a whole movie, broh!

- Mort: Ragnarick: Heaven is for real, broh. I saw it, broh. I swear.

- Fear No Mort: Only thing to fear is fear itself, broh.

Based on the promo for Rickfending Your Mort I’m guessing that Morty is trying to convince Rick to go on an adventure.

Now let’s go back to the season 7 trailer, as there’s been a few scenes we haven’t seen.

- I’m guessing the beginning scene of Rick being a leg is from the episode Wet Kuat Amortican Summer. I have this theory that Rick is pretty lost after the whole Prime incident, and doesn’t really know what to do. So I can see this episode starting with Morty open the garage door, seeing Rick as a leg, and deciding to go to school.

- Beth and Space Beth dancing. I think this is going to be in the Rise of the Numericons episode, purely because the word “Numericons” isn’t mixed with a character name, making me believe it’s an alien species name, the same species whose holding Beth and Space Beth captive? I’m not really sure. Maybe Morty and Summer introduced these aliens to movies/entertainment, hence their stylish clothes.

- Rick and Morty sliding down snow on their tongues. I think this is going to be in the episode “Rickfending Your Mort”, like maybe Morty is taking Rick on adventures and this is one of them?

- Rick and Morty in black sunglasses and black coats. I think this could be in Rise of the Numericons, purely because the outfits Rick and Morty are wearing kinda look like movie outfits?

- Shot of Summer cleaning up the mind blowers room. This, along with the scene of Summer sorting through amulets, is a part of the episode Wet Kuat Amortican Summer. I think there’s going to be a scene of Summer explaining to Morty (or someone else) how exhausting being Rick’s “assistant” is. I definitely think this episode is going to be one where Summer and Morty try to blend in with normal highschoolers, but slowly realize that that’s impossible. They simply have too many otherworldly experiences to really fit in with any “normal” highschooler. The shot would also connect to the title art of the episode.

- Shot of Morty wearing nothing but some leaves as he pounds on his chest while sobbing in front of a grave. I’m going to be totally honest, I have no idea what episode this scene belongs to. Maybe Wet Kuat Amortican Summer? As the other character looks vaguely like a teenager. Maybe after Morty and Summer realized they don’t really fit in with other teenagers, they’re a bit in denial. So Morty takes one of his new friends on an adventure and it goes horribly wrong?

- Birdperson standing in front of resilience members with a photo of a bug alien on a hologram. I'm not too sure. This looks like a space Beth episode, as you can briefly see her? Or this very well could be a joke of the family calling space Beth in, away from an important mission, for "family time".

- Shot of Rick and Morty standing next to a flowing crystal. This is DEFINITELY from the episode Rickfending Your Mort, I am certain about this. In Rick’s hand you can see a pile of pages, the same pages Morty held up in the episode promo. In the promo Rick also said he has “friends in cosmic places” and that he’s “calling in an audit”, I’m guessing the floating rock is the cosmic being that’s doing the audit.

- Rick and Morty standing in a graveyard. I’m not sure? Maybe Mort: Ragnarick since the scene has something to do with death, so that ties the afterlife with that?

- Rick and Morty running towards a slowly closing door in a maze. This looks to be the same building in the earlier scene. Morty looks excited in the scene, while Rick looks pissed off. So it’s possible that this scene belongs in the episode Rickfending Your Mort. Morty is obviously very excited to be on an adventure, while Rick is pissed that he’s being dragged through one (swapped dynamic from the early seasons?)

- Rick and Morty in black sunglasses killing vampires. Rick and Morty are both wearing the same outfits as they were in the other black sunglasses shot, so I’m pretty confident in saying that they’re from the same episode. The other of them look to be battling vampires during a full moon, giving it a spooky vibe. I’m guessing that this scene and the scene of Rick and Morty digging up a body is from the same episode?

- Rick and Morty wearing cardboard boxes as clothing, then a skirt attacks them. I’m gonna be honest. I have absolutely no clue.

- Summer hacking through an alien. Again, I think this shot is from Wet Kuat Amortican Summer, where Summer is describing to Morty or someone else the chores she does for Rick. I think killing the alien is one of her chores she has to do for Rick.

- Morty running towards an ape alien and licking inside his nose. I’m not 100% sure? Part of me wants to say Wet Kuat Amortican Summer because I think that’s going to be an episode without Rick, and I think the only way for Morty to get a win against someone completely on his own is without Rick there. (Not a knock against him, I just noticed how Morty is being written this last season and a half.)

- Mr. Goldenfold dragging Morty through the school's hallway with Water-T. I definitely think this scene is from Wet Kuat Amortican Summer, since that's the episode in which the characters go to highschool.

- Rick and Morty getting into the space car and flying out the garage. I think this scene is from the episode Rickfending Your Mort, it explains why Morty is being so coy about going on an adventure, he's trying to get Rick into the mood to go on a "classic adventure" by bringing up their usual roles.

#rick and morty #rick and morty theory #rick and morty spoilers #rick and morty episode predictions

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forgottenvice · 1 year

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Migrating some of my twitter threads here for posterity and all that

Some #cumplane #svsss discord musings that I'm putting here so I don't forget about them. All starting because I found this gif

Airplane Shooting towards the sky definitely wears this for his public appearances. Specifically at this one Con where superfan Peerless cucumber is planning to attend.

Shen Yuan has printed out every detailed rant and diatribe he's ever done on the book, printed it out and then had a friend bind it for him so he can give it to the hack author. His sister is coming with him so she can get his copy of PIDW signed in secret.

But SY starts having a very very bad con. His sister; being a little shit, convinces him cosplaying as his internet handle would be hilarious. He was never all that good at saying no to her.

Except nobody seems to get the joke. They keep calling him pickle rick!

Like he'd ever enjoy something so trashy as Rick and Morty

He gets angrier and angrier when people stop him for photos. His sister is having a great time.

Unfortunately due to his stupid decision by the time they make it to Airplane's booth the line is cut off.

He had prepared so much for meeting the author to tell him to his face how much he'd wronged his main character and how Luo Binghe deserved happiness not a harem. But now he can't even get a glimpse of the man because his face is covered BY A FUCKING AIRPLANE MASK.

He can't even get his copy of PIDW signed on the DL by his sister because she missed the cutoff too. She has also by the way has abandoned him for some bayonetta cosplayer.

So he's stuck by himself in a stupid cucumber costume (IT'S NOT A FUCKING PICKLE!) and his sister has the hotel key and he's tired and hungry and a little overwhelmed by the crowd. BUT HE'S NOT POUTING!

He's just regrouping in a quiet corner of the convention center.

If he was being honest he was seconds away from a meltdown. The only saving grace was that he was basically alone, except some asshole just had to ruin it walking right up to him and sitting down next to him.

"Rough day huh? is it the pickle costume?"

"IT'S NOT A FUCKING PICKLE!" Some how his outburst doesn't even phase the guy.

"Okay, then what is it?"

"It's... a cucumber," That really doesn't sound better and the raised eyebrow he gets seems to agree, "It's a stupid joke about my internet handle."

"A joke that only one person would probably even get but I can't even see his reaction because the line got cut off and now I just feel like a dumbass."

"Story of my life, so what's so important about this joke." Shen Yuan thinks this guy is mocking him but when he looks over.

there seems to be a mischievous curiosity behind the question. Before he knows it Shen Yuan is spilling his guts about the whole situation, it feels kind of good to rant about the whole thing.

And he probably did go through maybe a little to much effort for a damn joke.

The stranger nods sagely throughout, politely listening to the whole story flipping through the bound copy of his critiques. He doesn't ad much but still it helps calm Shen Yuan down.

Rant over breathing heavily he looks to his audience for some sort of reaction.

The man looks at him solemnly, places a hand on his shoulder and utters.

"That's rough buddy."

He then proceeds to stand up and walks a few steps down the hall before pulling something over his face.

A mask.

An Airplane Mask.

The now masked author gives him a thumbs up.

"Nice to meet you cucumber bro!" before running away like the little shit he is.

SY feels his blood pressure rising.

IT WAS AIRPLANE THIS WHOLE TIME?!

He felt beyond embarrassed.

Thankfully his sister found him before he committed homicide.

She pulled him to his feet and grabbed the bound critique and they made their way to the food vendors.

It wasn't until he was halfway through his greasy con fries when his sister pointed it out.

"I can't believe you got this signed?"

"What?" He hadn't worked up the courage to tell her yet but she was holding open his stupid rants about PIDW and on the inside cover was a signature.

"Cute pickle, Love Airplane"

#Cumplane #SVSSS #threadfic #my writing #ideas #shen yuan #shang qinghua #scum villain self saving system

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itsplentymcdonalds · 1 year

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Dumbass pt 1

"Morty, we're going on an adventure." Rick said as he was walking to the garage. It was 7:15 am so they had to leave early. "Coming..." Replied a tired voice. The car door opened, a tired Morty came and sat.

They drove off and Rick, once again tried to locate prime. He looked over at Morty who fell asleep in the seat. "H-Hey, how about some breakfast hm?" Morty muttered in his sleep "Sure..." Rick landed onto a planet.

Rick went into the diner and ordered.

"Hello! What can I get ya?" The alien lady spoke. Rick glanced at the menu.

"I'll take some pancakes with the scramblo eggs and bacon."

"Would you like some orange juice or milk?"

"Erm...two cups of orange juice thanks."

Minutes later a waiter came by and handed Rick his order.

Rick walked out to the car and went inside, he softly shook Morty. "Hey little man, it's time for you to eat." Morty yawned and rubbed his eyes, Rick handed him a bag with a cup of orange juice. As they were eating they started small talk. "D-Did you know Prime before all that stuff happened?" There was silence for a bit. "W-We did. We knew each other for a while now..."

"Do you miss him?" Morty blurted out. There was silence again, Rick spaced out then responded. "sometimes, can't miss him if he left.." Rick started the ship and flew off. While they were driving, Morty opened his mouth to say something but stopped. "Why did he leave?' Morty said quietly

Rick glanced at Morty then looked away. "He left you guys because he is selfish.." Rick continued, " Right before you were born I came and took his place, He never knew you existed. As soon as he discovered portal tech, he got off his ass and left." Rick baffled on and the more he did, the more Morty got upset. Rick stopped and glanced at Morty again, tears were in his eyes. Rick facepalmed and sighed again. "Morty don't cry over this guy, he's a bitch!" Morty looked away, trying to ignore Rick. "Morty...if it means anything, I cried too." Morty looked at Rick who was trying to keep a straight face. He wiped his face on his arm. He spoke quietly, "Did he-Did he...Love you?" Rick looked at him, mouth formed an oval shaped. A bit of light came to his eyes. He quickly rummaged through the car. "See for yourself.." He handed Morty his downloaded memory.

_him . Memo_

Rick was in the garage working on an invention, he decided it was time for a break so he took of his lab coat and placed it on the chair. It wasn't long before a portal opened behind him. "Riggy!!" A voice called out, Rick turned around just to see Prime stand right in front of him. "Hey Prime!" Prime walked up to him and grabbed him into a hug. "Did ya miss me?" He put Rick down. "A little..." Prime looked around and noticed it was quiet, "Where's that wife of yours and your psycho daughter?" Rick responded awkwardly. "They- went to get ice-cream..." Prime continued to take off his coat and put on Ricks lab coat. "uhh, ok." He responded. Rick blushed a little. "Y-You can wear it." Prime smiled, looking at the lab coat. "Gee Thanks!" He chuckled. "It's warm, just like the feelings I get when I'm around you." Rick looked away flustered. "Well, I was about to go on a break sooo." Prime smirked "Sooo?" Rick blurted out, "Wanna go get some pizza with me?" Prime smiled a bit. "Pffft! Is this a date?" He giggled. Rick tried to act serious, "N-No! Just a thing!" Prime burst out with laughter, "Sure! Just a 'Thing' Riggy!" He grabbed Ricks hand and kissed him, They both walked out of the garage.

_End of him . Memo_

"w-wow..." Morty muttered, He looked over at Rick with teary eyes, Rick was focused on driving. He looked around and something caught his eye, he picked up an old photo. It was a photo of Rick and Prime, There was writing on the bottom. 'My Riggy'

_End of part one_

#rick prime #prickcest #rick and morty #weird rick #rick c137 #morty smith #rick sanchez #morty c137 #angst #Fluff

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evilmcg · 8 months

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�� — packed a bag! for a headcanon about what my muse carries with them in their bag, or would pack with them on a short trip.

🍎 — an apple a day! a headcanon about a daily ritual of my muse, and why they do that.

@countlessrealities

🎒 — PACKED A BAG! for a headcanon about what my muse carries with them in their bag, or would pack with them on a short trip.

"All my makeup of course! Plus my wallet which has a photo of my morty. Also recently added one of mortimer too but don't tell him I said that." There was no need to add to his ego. "Some moisturizer too. Whatever perfume I'm currently wearing at the time. Usually something strawberry or vanilla scented. Plus my hairbrush and then I either have hair clips in there or a spare headband."

🍎 — AN APPLE A DAY! a headcanon about a daily ritual of my muse, and why they do that.

"Every morning before I start my day I kiss the framed photo of the president I keep by my bedside." This should surprise no one. "It's obviously because I love him but also it's to remind myself that he's the reason I have everything I do."

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ghostly-stories-by-agispa · 2 years

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The Paediatrician

an original story I won a competition with :]

words: 2000-2500

tw in tags!

[wersja polska]

Lightning behind the window, snap of thunder and silence. Repeat, a bit faster. And again, and again. Between the series – sobbing and screaming. Sobs of pleas and words too distorted to be understandable. Screams cause shivers down your spine, pinning into your bones like biopsy needles. So loud and full of despair that causes the wide smile on our face, crooked with a promise of hours spent on repeated slashing moves and screams, screams, screams...

A beat of a heart. First, second, third. Short break. And again, relentless rhythm inside the chest, seemingly synchronised with the thunder. Hand move, sharp but precise. Surgically precise. Clean cutting tendons connecting the bones of the wrist. Another scream. Shivers run down the spine. A crack in the branches behind the window. Lighting abruptly gives bright light to the run-down surgery room covered in blood.

The lamp flashed and the glow lamp keeps buzzing. Annoying sounds of the medical machinery, surprisingly new. Sudden quiet lacking the sobs and pleas, screech of wheels of a small table full of tools. Screech and silence again.

– Do you feel attached to your ears? – unexpected question, first in hours.

Manic head nodding and chopped sobs. Thunder, lightning, scream. Quieter than before, raspy. Oh, music is ending so soon... Well, he’ll just have to work faster.

He took the scalpel, perfectly sharp, left just for this occasion. Insert and cut, fast enough to not elicit even a scream. Blood shoot out of the fresh wound, ear fell into the formalin.

– Please – quiet moan, almost unheard in the loud clap of the thunder.

Another insert, cut. Blood seeped erratically, and ears lay in the jar.

– Beautiful, right? – He asked, holding the jar in the line of sight of his newest experiment. – Oh... I forgot you can’t hear.

Frenzied laughter was lost in the thunder. Abrupt silence behind the windows and joyous humming creates a harmony of macabre with the jarring screech of the wheels...

–_–_–

White flashing lights, birds chirping, and sounds of photos being taken started his day. He rubbed his face with his hand and looked around at the situation surrounding him. Deadman laying on the operating table, a pool of blood under him. He didn’t have a chance to see him up close, yet. Killed during the night, found by dawn, and he wasn’t laying there for long, the pathologist said there won’t be any livor mortis, he lost too much blood.

– Porten, here you are! – someone called behind him.

He turned around and saw his boss crossing the room towards him. He stopped right in front of him, chest heaving with short breaths.

– I thought I’d manage to catch you in the station – he panted. – Another paediatrician, fresh out of school. His name was Arnold Maurice, we’re looking for his family.

– May I finally check him out? – he sighed and stepped closer to the body after receiving affirmation.

His brain was flooded by the sight of tortures conducted on the man. Each stab of the blade, how each of his body parts was cut off. He winced when he saw how brutally were the wrists tugged off but continued his vision, as they called it. Sometimes he laughed that he’s just like Will from Hannibal, getting in murderer’s brain and recreating every move..

– First, they cut out the kidneys, then left foot, wrists and ears – he said loudly, looking at his boss. – They played with him for at least three hours.

– At least?

– Ye, that’s just judging by the wounds. You’ll know more when you send him to the lab.

He waved goodbye and left, seen out by everyone’s sight. He probably stepped into blood, he could feel his shoes sticking to the floor. He didn’t want to care, he’ll just clean them in the snow later to not dirty his car. But first he’ll find a way to step on the roof, he loved to watch people walk below him, people seemed so small, their problems, too. Of course, he knows it’s just an illusion, but he liked it, it’s just... simple and that helps, sometimes. His insignificant ability to recreate the moves of the Paediatrician – as the media named the killer – kept pushing him closer to the edges of breakdown. For a few months now he tried to find the killer just to finally rest in peace.

With a shaky hand, he lit up the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Smoke filled his lungs and he felt himself getting back to the reality he knew before the murderer showed up. Small towns had their petty crimes but this... Documents said there wasn’t a killing since the 50s. Doctors fled the town, leaving them with just one retired cardiologist.

He blew out the smoke for the last time, stepping on the butt thrown on the ground. During those few minutes, almost all cars disappeared from the scene, only his and his boss’ left, the latter standing on the ground looking straight at him. Was he waiting for him? Why? He quickly got down from the roof.

– I thought you stopped smoking – he heard when he stood next to his supervisor.

– Tom, you know it’s not that easy, especially in my situation.

– I know, I know, easy. – He looked around. – Are you going to the lab now or later?

– Now, I have nothing to do.

–_–_–

Dead hands covered in ulcers and halfway skinless grabbed at him, petted his hair, face, neck... They were cold, icy cold, bony, and left dirty residue on everything they touched – greasy, disgusting brownish stains full of skin. Everything smelled like rot, he tried to hold his breath but he couldn’t as if they made him breathe in what was left of them. Then Arnold stepped out of the shadows and holding his cheeks in his hands kept repeating: why did you do this to me? He didn’t understand, maybe he became the murderer? He looked down and didn’t see the body. Arnold made him look up tugging his head with force to make him look into his dead eyes full of anger, wrath, even. He held his head in his hands that he didn’t have, fresh blood still sipping out of the wounds, he felt it drip down his face and neck. He asked louder, demanded an answer, spit flowing out of his mouth staining bloody-red lab coat. He wanted to scream an answer: I don't know! But he couldn’t, his mouth shut as if he didn’t even have it.

He was scared, his eyesight covered by mist and red. He choked. The god-awful smell and hot liquid dripping down his face slowly began to drown him. He let it be, floating on the ingot of calmness and peace it came with, he suddenly felt. If he could, he’d let out Yes, yes! Finally free! But he couldn’t. Without hesitation, he tipped his head backwards and let the...

– Luke! – someone shook him with a raised voice.

He opened his eyes. He was laying on his desk in his office. In front of him stood one of the pathologists, Julie? He tried to focus his eyes on her and shake off the remaining memory disgusting touches.

– Luke, we heard you in the lab... You were screaming.

– Not- Not important. – His voice was quiet as he rubbed his face with his hands. – It’s just the Paediatrician.

– Larson called, they found a new body.

– So quickly?

He didn’t get an answer or maybe he didn’t hear it? He left the building in hurry and got to the address that was sent to him via text without even zipping up his coat. The house stood on the edge of the forest, almost one with the surrounding woods.

– Who is it? – he asked Tom, not bothering with a greeting.

– Woman, around thirty, probably just moved in. We’re searching the database for identity.

The body lay in the living room, almost completely rotten. He winced when the stench of the body got to him, she was there for a couple of days for sure. He looked around the walls and floor – everything was covered in blood, even the ceiling. Windows were covered by dark curtains, if not for lamps set up by the police he’d see nothing.

– We have the name – said some policeman entering the house with the phone in his hand. – Tessa Ruiz, a cardiologist from next town over.

–_–_–

Cold, cold, then abruptly warm. His hands didn’t shake anymore, not like they were the first time. He winced mentally at the memory of the first cut he took to his victim’s hand. He took the current victim’s head in his hand. Cardiologists weren’t his style but he couldn’t help himself, she was so... defenceless. The last woman he killed was so boring, not worth his time, he just took her internal organs and sewed her up with no care to leave her to slowly bleed out to her ultimate death.

Now her... She was supposed to be a true feast for his senses. She begged for mercy when he just looked at her, he didn’t even get to plug her into the cardiograph, barely caught her and dragged her into the unknown. The forest bunker was a dangerous place, he could be easily discovered by teenagers traversing the woods but the thrill of danger went down his spine as he thought how quickly he’d expand his collection if the victims came to him instead of having to look for them.

He made some marks under the skull of the crying woman using a sharpie and cut them with a scalpel deep, reaching the muscles. The women screamed, and screamed, throwing up some half-coordinated words keeping the silence out of the closed room. He listened to prayers, pleas and curses, he adored them, and they were more beautiful than any melody in the world. And with every listen, it became better.

He slowly cut the skin off the woman’s face, taking it off like a silly silicone mask, he ravelled in tears falling down his fingers and blood dripping down his lab coat. Somewhere in the background the cardiac monitor was beeping, signalling the elevated heartbeat but he couldn’t care less, all that mattered were skin and scream and blood and-

As he revelled in the feeling of the mask, partially hanging off his hands, the doors fell of the hinges with uncoordinated yelling. He pretended as if he didn’t notice them and continued taking off the mask and put it on the prepared earlier mannequin. It looked beautiful.

– Hands behind your head and turn around to face me – he heard a known firm voice behind him.

He did what he was told with a smile on his face, looking haughtily into the eyes of his supervisor who told one of the armed policemen to take the surgical mask off his face; he probably didn’t even consider he might see his friend and the best employee. Looking into Tom’s surprised eyes he listened to the sounds surrounding him – he heard rain, furiously hitting the ground; he heard the trees rustle; he heard shallow breaths of women laying on the table; he heard beeps made by the cardiac monitor and hurriedly composed questions leaving Tom’s mouth.

– Could you repeat the question, Tom? – he asked the policeman.

– Why did you let us chase after you for so long?

– Why... For fun – he shrugged. – And I had to keep an eye on you, so you wouldn’t find me before I finish my collection, would you like to see it?

The view of shelves covered in jars full of formalin and random bits of bodies was both beautiful and horrifying.

–_–_–

– Honestly, I didn’t know I was the Paediatrician at the beginning – he said into the darkness where he knew Larson stood. – I realized when I was dealing with Tessa, then the rest came easier.

– Easier?

– When you know what the police are looking for it’s easier to hide. For example, have you found the first body? It’s right in front of you.

#tw murder #tw violent imagery #tw police #tw violent death #tw torture #tw graphic violence #original story #english #story #writing #writblr #tw mentions of smoking

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