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every one of my friends watched Rick and Morty but not all seasons and they weren't really impressed. like what bro what do you mean "it's just whatever not that interesting" but one of my friends is getting weak and actually considers taking another shot at it (I'm not harassing him about it "watch it, watch it" he just got interested from my rumbling and art)

it's so important to me that I finally indulged in Tumblr as much as I do, bc now I can ramble whatever I want about, for example, Rick and Morty and I can post something like

"look how cute morty is!"

a there are a few people who will interact and be like "yeeeesss he's so cute!🥺"

and going to be excited about just like me

I'm not saying my friends ignore my passion and interests but I can see that they are not that much invested and emotional about it as I am. it's about the energy y'know? and I don't blame them! everyone has their own things they are interested in, I'm glad as long as they listen and nod along.

it's so important to me that I finally indulged in Tumblr as much as I do, bc now I can ramble whatever I want about, for example, Rick and Morty and I can post something like

"look how cute morty is!"

a there are a few people who will interact and be like "yeeeesss he's so cute!🥺"

and going to be excited about just like me

I'm not saying my friends ignore my passion and interests but I can see that they are not that much invested and emotional about it as I am. it's about the energy y'know? and I don't blame them! everyone has their own things they are interested in, I'm glad as long as they listen and nod along.

hurting y'all's feeling o'clock

(found it on TikTok and had to share)

to make it possible someone from Sanchez family gave it to Beth when she was little (different dimensions, not always Rick could be the one to give it to her) and Beth gave it to Morty

Has anybody noticed that the lamp next to Morty's bed is a hand-me-down from Rick's childhood bedroom or is this already well-known

I love this show 🥺🥺🥺

i wonder... why prime kept himself young? the concept could go well with his narcissism but if nothing doesn't matter in the end, why does he care?

loophole! I think he's not as detached as he would love us to believe. because, he cares about being superior, if he was so sure of himself he would consider himself superior either way, young or old.

also I think he likes being young, what a little diva, so obsessed with himself. gotta love him for that.

that was very attractive of him

Whats the truth here, Rick?

Why do you have a two seater cruiser?? Did you make your single seater before or AFTER you met Prime? Is it even YOUR ship?

Why does your ‘old’ cruiser look newer than your current one? Why does it look like it has Prime’s design sense all over it? 🤔🤔

jesus, what's with these bedroom eyes. chill out Memory Rick...

(I'm aware, I'm the one who should chill out.)

he looks like a fussing cat, being scowled at for puking on a carpet

am i the only rick and morty fan who feels this way?

i hope season 8 don't have boring episodes like "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie". i don't mind side characters', or side stories [a plot, b subplot] but, i'm talking about episodes where rick and morty don't appear at all, or only appear very little. the show is called "rick and morty", and that is who i expect the show to be about, those two are the only reason i watch the show, and that is who the show should be centered around, rick and morty are the main characters'. as an example; in "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie" episode rick did not appear at all, and was replaced with goldenfold [a background character who only appears very rarely in earlier seasons], and morty was sidelined and only appeared very little in the episode. i'm starting to believe i'm the only rick and morty fan who feels, and thinks this way.

rick spent nights and days staring at the naked clone of his wife-killer self in a tube. while obsessed with the idea of catching and killing him??

man, your life is nothing without him

completely honest, I agree. prime could not come back at all and I would be fine with it (buuut that doesn't mean I wouldn't be going crazy jumping on the walls if he came back) I would love to see their back story more but I'm afraid Rick and Morty writers might not have the balls to explore it the way they explored Beth and Space Beth romance

Yeah I know everyone is focusing on the homoerotic subtext regarding Prime and Rick crossing arm wires when fighting, but I think we should also consider it might also have a utilitarian purpose.

I.e. if Prime returns, it's probably because he uploaded himself like a virus into C-137's mainframe.

If the writers choose to bring Prime back then this would be the way that makes the most sense to me. I don't like the idea that C-137 would bring him back on purpose because what would the conclusion be? Rick bringing him back to life and then killing him over and over again to give his life meaning? It would be just as pointless and empty as killing him once was.

But Prime coming back of his own violation? That would give rick all kinds of breakdowns.

Though possibly unpopular opinion: I'm fine if that was the end of Prime. He doesn't need to be brought back. There's still so much about Rick's past we don't know that can make future lore episodes compelling.

unrelated series of clips

they about to get freaky

(click for better quality bc Tumblr fuck's it up everytime ugh)

"oh, it's so hard to be a genius! couldn't you just die?"

s05e10 related

everyone eating some corn flakes and there's Rick eating a rainbow tooth rotting sugar filled alien cereal

and look at Morty, he's so adorable his little face I can't, they are both so cute Rick is always looks so cute eating

😭😭😭 he has his own blue bowl and all

look at him, grown ass man btw, sulking like a seven year old

we can all agree that this scene was one of the most dread inducing things ever, right? i honestly feel like I'm gonna throw up everytime I see or think about it.

evil morty? more like sassy morty✨

he knows, he's that bitch✨

all of this is very interesting and I definitely enjoyed the read but i think I'm a little uninformed: who is Puppetmaster Rick?

You're a little different, though, Rick (maybe I can use that someday)

Did we... really consider what Evil Morty was actually saying?

Sure, Rick C-137 is the most obvious choice for Omega Device blackmail, since:

he already knows EM is in possession of this extremely lethal weapon; any other Rick would need a demonstration as proof

he is one of the most powerful Ricks

he is (slightly) less of a monster than other Ricks and has treated EM with basic respect, which I'm sure makes him more palatable to EM

...but then, wouldn't Eyepatch Morty simply say something along the lines of: "You know I could take everything of yours away... maybe I can use you someday" instead?

But he didn't say that; he implied Rick's "difference" could be useful.

One possibility is that EM has faith in Rick C-137's shriveled (but existent) humanity and his moral debt to EM (because he saved Rick's life in the Prime Fight) and trusts Rick to support him if simply he asksHAHAHAHHA (I mean, Rick probably would, but if other stuff are at stake, he ain't exactly reliable...)

...Let's explore EM's options, shall we?

Option 1: Eyepatch Morty forces Rick C-137 to work for him under the Omega Device threat (duh)

He one day sends a message to Rick C-137, demanding that Rick goes to X place and does Y thing in his stead, or else. Eyepatch Morty monitors the process remotely, safely out of reach of Rick C-137's wrath, desire for rebellion, vengeance or (depending on what the mission is) desperation to refuse.

This scenario carries the least (direct) risk for EM, although given EM's well-proven capabilities, hatred for Ricks and desire to be left alone, it would be clear to Rick that Eyepatch Morty is DESPERATE for someone to go to X and do Y, cannot manage by himself for some reason, and has no choice but to ask for help. Given Ricks' suicidal tendencies, this opens up the possibility of Rick C-137 sabotaging the mission somehow, or figuring out EM's long term goal, and botching that. There is inherent risk to forcing someone who hates you to perform some vital task for you (it would really be best if Eyepatch Morty could somehow trick Rick C-137 into performing said vital task without Rick knowing it was designed to benefit EM... I wonder how he could go about that...)

If EM threatens to take out Beths and Jerrys along with Ricks (or even only Beths and Jerrys) Rick C-137 will become both more motivated to succeed this one mission, and to eventually find a workaround to kill this kid blackmailing him.

(but with this "EM leaves a message" scenario, we won't see EM and Rick c-137 actually interact, which is not so cool, narratively speaking, so...)

Option 2: Eyepatch Morty tags along in whatever task he demands of Rick C-137

He would need to take a couple of precautions to make sure Rick C-137 doesn't stab him in the back during the mission, such as...

claiming he has connected his brain (via eyepatch) to the Omega Device and can kill anyone with but a thought; so don't test him

claiming he has an AI system monitoring his own health and status, and it is programmed to instantly fire the weapon against Ricks should something unexpected happen to him (but don't worry, he'll turn it off once he goes home)

claiming he has already set the Omega Device to fire against Ricks (and/or Beths and Jerrys) after a specific (but unknown to Rick) amount of time. The only way to avoid this is is for Eyepatch Morty to return home and personally cancel the order. Anyway, he is now going to X place to do Y dangerous thing; would Rick C-137 maybe like to tag along and makes sure Eyepatch Morty stays safe and returns home? Yes? Splendid.

The first options, however, suggest the existence of some sort of signal which could be traced either back to EM or to the Omega Device; and the last option still allows for EM to get traced, if Rick C-137 overpowers him and tries to read his mind or portal gun history; especially if he uses time crystals to outpace the signal. There is some inherent risk, whichever option(s) Eyepatch Morty choses...

Option 3: Eyepatch Morty claims he has set the device to kill all Mortys should something unexpected (death or entrapment) happen to him

"If I'm gone, all Mortys might as well die; I won't have anything to lose but you do. Come along and keep me safe."

Now that's interesting. Rick C-137 has been through a few families, but only one Morty... Quite an... unusual attachment, for a Rick.

And I can think of one scenario where if Eyepatch Morty fails to succeed, his own death brought by the Omega Device is actually the best outcome.

(what I like particularly in all these options is that Eyepatch Morty would essentially only be asking for someone to keep him safe; for someone to take care of him. It could be phrased as an extreme and cruel precaution against Rick C-137 turning on him, but in reality it would only be a desperate child needing support; needing a guardian. Not a villain hoarding power.)

Of course, WE know that this threat would be the one most devastating to Rick C-137, but would EM really think that? Or does he simply think that Rick C-137 has some attachment to Morty Prime...?

In any case...

HERE'S WHERE I'M GOING WITH ALL THIS:

I DO THINK THAT EYEPATCH MORTY'S PLAN TO USE RICK C-137 ACTUALLY REVOLVES AROUND MORTY PRIME.

Rick C-137's attachment to Morty Prime is what really makes him different, isn't it???

Sticking to one Morty since season 1 is what makes Rick C-137 truly different. Crying over Morty Prime is what makes Rick C-137 truly different. Telling Morty Prime to escape with Eyepatch Morty instead of helping him is truly different.

AND THIS OPENS UP THE POSSIBILITY OF EYEPATCH MORTY NOT HAVING TO USE THE OMEGA DEVICE THREAT TO GET WHAT HE WANTS. AT. ALL.

It's possible he wasn't even referring to the Omega Device when he said that...!

This is supported by the stuff EM actually said.

He has suggested he won't even build the weapon, will be monitoring Rick C-137, and will only build it (improved) in self defense:

Eyepatch Morty suggested he might use Rick C-137 afterwards, like it was almost a secondary, irrelevant thought.

So...

Option 4: It's complicated

If, as I suspect, Rick C-137 performed a great act of cruelty to Morty Prime a long time ago, and has spent the rest of his life trying to make up for it...

...and if Eyepatch Morty has connected the dots, then he can threaten to reveal some very damaging facts to Morty Prime if Rick C-137 doesn't play along... Do you want to lose your one chance for redemption, Rick?

But of course, that's all far-fetched. Even if this theory is true, it's a stretch to think EM would have realized the extent of Rick C-137's guilt. Maybe things are a lot more straightforward...

Option 5: Freaky Mortys Theory (oh yes)

Eyepatch Morty definitely knows that Rick C-137 has stayed with Morty Prime all this time, hasn't replaced him, and acts to protect him. Rick C-137 may abuse Morty Prime same as every other Rick does, but also exerts (some) effort to keep Morty Prime alive.

...So imagine Puppetmaster Rick's attempts to locate Eyepatch Morty by his brainwaves/dimensional signature begin getting a little too close for comfort...

...and Eyepatch Morty simply...

...takes off his eyepatch and pays a visit to the parmeesian dimension.

He could then simply wait until Puppetmaster Rick teleports to their location to get his revenge... to which Rick C-137 will promptly respond by defending "Morty Prime", as he always does. Rick C-137 would be Eyepatch Morty's second-to-last line of defense (the last one being the fingerguns).

Of course, for this to work Eyepatch Morty would have to either time his visit with Morty Prime being somewhere else, or he could kidnap Morty Prime and put him in temporary stasis somewhere; both so that Rick C-137 never notices there is one Morty more than usual, and to keep Morty Prime safe (Puppermaster Rick would be the most dangerous Rick to a Morty...!)

(Although it would be less interesting, narratively speaking, it's also possible Eyepatch Morty never even actually shows his face in the Smith household, but remains hidden somewhere nearby, long enough to trigger Puppetmaster Rick's radar, and skedaddles the moment Puppetmaster Rick makes an appearence...)

Option 6: Sicing Rick C-137 directly against Puppetmaster Rick

Eyepatch Morty could take off his eyepatch, go up to Rick C-137, and sprout a bunch of lies, such as:

a strange, unhinged Rick portaled all of a sudden to his school

claimed he wanted to take "Morty Prime" with him to the [insert Puppetmaster's dimension here] dimension, so that he'd be his Morty

"Morty Prime", in an attempt to scare him off without angering him, told him that he'd happily go, but unfortunately Rick C-137 is his Rick and he would be pretty mad

said Rick backed off but also said he'd come back, better prepared, within the next few days.

I'M SO SCARED, RICK

Cue an angry Rick C-137 paying a visit to the dimension of the unsuspecting Puppetmaster Rick.

................

Of course, these are all baseless assumptions and theories, with a lot of moving parts and plenty of room for disaster. I mean:

Something as simple as the wrong exchange of words between Puppetmaster Rick and Rick C-137 could make (a) Puppetmaster Rick realize that this Rick's Morty ain't actually his target, and (b) Rick C-137 realize the fight over the Morty is just a misunderstanding, and they'd stop killing each other; plus they might begin to question how the misunderstanding occurred in the first place.

How would one explain actual Morty Prime not remembering that another Rick tried to kidnap him after all this was over??? (this can be resolved if neither Morty Prime nor "Morty Prime" ever make an appearance, and Puppetmaster Rick portals in the household when only Rick C-137 is there; or if "Morty Prime" pretends to mindblow himself over the traumatic experience of a version of his grandpa trying to kidnap him)

And what if something went wrong and Eyepatch Morty's cover was blown while he was impersonating Morty Prime, in front of both Puppetmaster Rick, AND Rick C-137? YOUCH. They'd team up against the kid. Talk about a nightmare scenario.

Like I said, lots of moving parts, REALLY BIG RISK.

BUUUUUT

This doesn't mean the possibility isn't there. I think there is a lot of wriggle room for a version of the above scenarios to play out, and there are a lot more possibilities than the initial "do this or else" that I think was in all of our minds in the beginning.

We all awww-ed over the "you are a little different, Rick" part (a canon admission!!) but did we really think of what this difference actually meant for Eyepatch Morty, or of how it could be applied in a way that is beneficial to him?

If Eyepatch Morty prioritizes stealth and hiding his own connection to Puppetmaster Rick (a likely scenario; he wouldn't want ANYONE to know that there is an almost-functional implant in his head that, were it to be overriden, would lead him to getting puppeteered forever and/or easily killed) then he could very well temporarily impersonate Morty Prime to access being protected by his grandpa.

...even if this luxury has to be obtained through underhanded means... as usual.

So:

I think there is a very real possibility that in a future season we will have an episode with Eyepatch Morty casually waltzing around in the Parmeesian Smith household, and us viewers having no clue (actually... not so much waltzing around. If this scenario were to play out, given what's at stake, how badly this could blow up in his face were his identity to be revealed, his nerves already being wrecked by being literally hunted down, having no way to physically protect himself other than the fingerguns, going to Rick C-137 in desperation, and Rick C-137 being his second-to-last line of defense... I wouldn't be surprised if Eyepatch Morty was visibly worn out and genuinely terrified in such a scenario.)

Same as there is a very real possibility of Puppetmaster Rick (the most dangerous Rick to a Morty) and Morty Prime crossing paths (argh)

after so many years in this fandom I just found out it's a copypasta i had no idea... I'm almost relieved (almost bc for sure there are people who takes it seriously, as you said)

i saw more than few people mention that you need high IQ to truly understand Rick and Morty and I'm always like "???" because do you tho? i have to be honest I'm sure I don't have above average IQ and I understand everything fine. AND to be completely honest if you have any media literacy interpretation skills you get it. of course it's NOT about Pickle Rick and haha Rick is a goofy drunk. show writers spell it out clearly, Rick and Morty as a show is something deeper than that.

i don't know if I'm strong enough to resist getting prickcest tattoo... it's calling me like siren song

"c'mon design prickcest tattoo and ink this space gays on your body forever... do it. do it. do it."

and I don't know if I want to resist any longer.

i swear to god, he's getting hotter and hotter with every season🫣

genuine question: is Rick Sanchez supposed to be hot? did they made him with that thought in mind? bc obviously not really but did they think this through like "yeah old, crazy, grumpy asshole but we're gonna add little somethin' somethin' just for kicks and who gets it, gets it"?

or rickfuckers are just insane?

i need to understand the appeal, man! i can't pin point that "thing", honestly have no idea why I thirst over this man so much damn

I'm obsessed with canon lore and I actually have non Rick OC's from Rick and Morty universe (maybe I'm gonna post them and their lore, I dunno yet) but I have seen so much Rick OC's, it's tempting to join the fun

Rick screenshots from the trailer. I’m so so so excited!!!!

oh god, I'm gonna throw up from tragedy of it all, my heart is about to burst out of my chest, I can't😭

Problem Solved

Summary: Rick comes up with an unlikely(?) solution that settles the decision of choosing Prime or Diane. Rating: T

DISCLAIMER//NOTES: This fic was never meant to published or shared and thus it's in a permanent state of work in progress-- this fic was supposed to be part of Bad Habit, but it never made the cut :') but with the upcoming hype around S7, I wanted to share this for anyone who might be interested in reading my delulu thoughts ><

Dedicated to @cyanichexanthine for encouraging me to share this and supporting this silly fic <3

Blue light washed over pale skin, edges of bone and muscle defined by deep shadows in the artificial light. 

“Take care of him for me…”

A shaky hand stroked down a smooth cheek.

“Be good to him.”

The hum of machinery buzzed lowly in the background as a monitor counted out a steady, stable pulse. 

“Love him better than I ever could.”

----

When Prime woke up the next morning to cold empty sheets, he wasn’t surprised. Disappointed and lonely maybe, but not surprised. Out of habit, his hand came up to rub the scar on his ribs, feeling the tender healed skin and remembering the way Rick had kissed him there the night before. 

There was a strange knot brewing in his chest, gnawing and burrowing at the cage of bones surrounding his heart. Prime was feeling a lot of things as he sat up, but mostly he felt a cold realization that things were truly changing between them. The sex had been bittersweet, tender and heated in the moments that passed far too quickly but it was a mockery of the connection and passion they had shared together in the past. 

He didn’t believe in fate, but whatever it was, he clearly felt the divide in the path that they walked together. Prime felt with absolute certainty that Rick was now walking down a path that did not include him and it brought out a desperation that Prime didn’t even know he was capable of feeling. He had been so certain that Rick would choose him— how could he not? He’d seen their future together. He could feel it in his mind so tangibly that it had become real. All of that was swirling away like bath water into a drain and Prime was left feeling cold and alone. 

Anger swept over his body and he snatched the half pack of cigarettes from the makeshift bedside table, lighting one and smoking it in mutinous silence. This right here was why he never got attached to anything or anyone. He knew he’d fucked up when he found himself starting to rely on Rick. The worst part was that it had felt so easy and natural. They were so in tune with one another that they didn’t even need words. They’d just known what the other needed.  He’d never known what that level of comfort and understanding was like and it was all consuming. Prime had gotten himself hopelessly addicted. He felt safe in the knowledge thinking that Rick had felt the same way. He knew Rick had felt the same way. He saw it in his eyes and felt it in his body. And yet, Rick was the one pulling away so easily for someone who didn’t even inspire him to be the best version of himself and it made Prime burn. It would have been better for the both of them had he left Rick to fuck up his life on his own, but he couldn’t. He saw the same haunted look in Rick’s eyes and to Prime, it was a cry for help. 

As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, Prime found himself wondering and poring over every moment that led to this point. Was there any point in time he could have prevented the rift between them? He thought about the day they’d decided to go to Shoney’s for breakfast. How small and insignificant that choice had seemed at the time. It had been a toss up between Shoney’s and some no name diner on the corner of Main and 3rd. He imagined if Diane hadn’t been on shift that day. Would it have been another waitress that stole Rick’s heart? He should have ripped up that receipt when he had the chance. For not the first or last time, Prime idly considered wiping Diane’s existence off the face of the Earth, wondering if that would make a difference at all. With that thought, he crushed the butt of the cigarette out in a makeshift ashtray and got out of bed. 

After Rick stabilized portal fluid, he hadn’t been back to the lab very often. Long gone were the days they used to spend holed up on this distant moon and the stretch of days enclosed in the ship as they traveled to and from Earth. The absence of the extra body only served to make the modest apartment feel bigger, emptier and quieter. Prime glanced at the small square table where they’d shared countless meals and hours plotting out schemes and problems. Now the table was littered with loose leaf from Prime’s research on time travel and there was virtually nothing to show that his twin had occupied the space at all. 

He glared at the table as if it caused him great offense. He didn’t need Rick. If anything Rick needed him. The lie made him laugh quietly.  He’d existed on his own just fine until he met Rick, now everything seemed determined to remind him of what he longed for the most. Irritation at his human weakness caused a surge of spite to rush through his veins and Prime decided to throw himself into his work. If Rick didn’t want to make a choice, Prime would make that decision for him. 

For one week Prime barely slept as he kept his hands and mind busy with completing the time machine modelled after the portal gun they designed together. He had to keep himself busy otherwise he’d find himself stalking the house at all hours of the day and Rick had expressly banned him from doing that. There was one thought in his mind that he kept coming back to in the late hours of the night as he worked through the final equations, a feverish, desperate thought that maybe he could use the time gun to correct their timeline. 

Even though he had been determined to avoid thinking about Rick, Prime couldn’t help but keep one eye on the portal gun log that sat open in the basement though. Partly because he was curious to know where Rick was traveling to but mostly to keep tabs on his partner. The last entry had coordinates marked for Rick’s home and it hadn’t changed from one week ago. Usually Rick would call or text to let him know if he was planning on coming over, but Prime’s phone remained silent. He refused to call or text Rick first and spite alone drove him to work like a madman. 

In an effort to drown his thoughts and feelings, Prime had started to feel numb. He hadn’t even felt half as satisfied when he’d completed the time gun even though he’d been working on this project for a little over two years. The time gun sat in front of him and Prime could barely even look at it. When Rick had perfected portal travel, they’d gone out and celebrated, partying hard and getting completely sloshed. The elation of success could hardly be contained as they kissed each other on the mouth and cheeks stained with alcohol all night, proud of their accomplishment. It had been a great night. They used the portal gun extensively, traveling to all their favourite planets and a few more new ones. It was thrilling to be able to make trips to places that would have otherwise taken days. They kissed for every successful portal opened and closed. When they got home late the next day, they’d fallen into Prime’s bed and made slow, achingly sweet love until they fell asleep bathed in starlight. 

The loud buzz of his phone vibrating against the worktop jolted him out of his thoughts and he checked the caller ID. As if Rick had sensed his thoughts, the call was coming from Rick’s home phone. Usually, Rick would call him directly from a private number. Something about this call felt strange. 

“Hello?” He answered guardedly. 

There was silence on the other end. 

“… Rick?” A familiar soft voice asked in a strange tone. “Is… is that you? Honey— where are you? Are you okay? Who's… whose number is this? Please come back home. If this is about what happened last week… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I just want you to come home… please.”

Prime’s fingers gripped his phone tightly, trying to make sense of the call. Rick wasn’t at home? His eyes flicked over to the portal log but the coordinates hadn’t been updated. He wanted to feel smug about the fact that there was conflict between Rick and Diane but worry overwhelmed any satisfaction he felt. 

“I’ll… I‘ll be home soon.” Prime said in a strained voice and hung up. It was better to keep the conversation short and sweet. The longer he had to hear her voice, the more nauseated he felt. 

He pushed a shaky hand through his hair and tried to rally the facts in his head. If Diane didn’t even know where Rick was, it must be quite serious. He must’ve been missing for days for her to be this worried. 

Prime grabbed his portal gun sitting on the other side of the workbench and punched in the coordinates to Rick’s last known location. 

When he stepped into the garage, the first thing he noticed was that everything was neat and tidy as if it had been untouched for days. Rick worked like a whirlwind, papers scattered, equipment strewn everywhere in the process of building something. Prime was the same way. The spotless workbench gave Prime a strange sense of anxiety. It wasn’t normal. 

The garage felt warm. Unusually so. Getting on his hands and knees, Prime felt warm concrete under his fingers. His keen eyes picked up a place on the floor where dust had been disturbed. There was a faint outline of a trapdoor, so thin you would have missed it. A laser scanner emerged as Prime approached and as he placed his hand on it, the trapdoor slid open silently revealing metal rungs of a ladder that extended deep underground. 

As Prime made his way down into the darkness, the air became warmer and he could smell the stale smoke of cigarettes and marijuana. The short corridor opened up into a larger room cramped with machinery, cables and tubing feeding into one large glass tube. What available wallspace was completely covered in drafts and papers documenting research and tracking progress. It looked like he wasn’t the only one who’d been busy. His gaze fell on Rick who was bent over, embracing someone whose face he couldn’t see. Angry jealousy surged through his body. He drew his laser pistol.

“What the fuck is this?” 

Rick turned around slowly and Prime saw how exhausted Rick looked. His eyes were rimmed with red and there were deep shadows. They could barely focus as they took him in. Prime’s gaze dropped to the man standing behind Rick and his eyes widened.

“You— you cloned yourself? You… you made a successful clone?” He couldn’t help but add on in slight admiration. Cloning was something they’d always talked about doing together. 

“Yeah.”

“Is this what you’ve been doing for a week? Why didn’t you call me. We could have worked on it together—” 

“You said I couldn’t make a decision so… this is it.” Rick waved tiredly at the clone and sighed. 

Prime stared at the clone who stared back at him unflinchingly, trying to put two and two together. What did making a clone have to do with…

“Tell me that’s for her.” Prime’s eyes cut towards Rick’s accusingly. “You made a clone to take care of your bitch spawn so we can be together, right?”

“...” Rick’s silence said it all.

“Right?” Prime’s voice took on a waver. “Come on, baby. You can’t be serious.”

“Maybe… in an alternate reality if it had just been Diane, maybe the choice wouldn’t have been so difficult. But we have a kid together now. There’s— I can’t let Diane do this by herself. It’s my responsibility too. And… And I want you to be happy too. The clone has—”

Prime took three strides forward, grabbing the clone by the arm and yanking it into a kiss right in front of Rick’s shocked face. It had Rick’s exact likeness and it smelled and tasted just like him too. The Rick clone tried to kiss him back but Prime didn’t even give it a chance before he pushed it away violently. The clone fell back against the desk, throwing out a hand to catch himself. Prime felt nauseous. 

“You know what I think of your clone?” His voice trembled with anger and adrenaline. Without thinking, he aimed his laser pistol at the clone’s head and pulled the trigger. The clone fell to the floor with a heavy crunch, blood seeping out of the head wound. Rick let out a harsh, strangled cry and turned on him.

“Prime! What the fuck? You motherfucker— Do you know how long it took—”

“How could you possibly think I’d be okay with your clone? That’s the biggest insult to everything that we are. You think I’m with you for your body? You think that some clone is going to be able to replace you?”

“The clone has all my memories—” 

“I don’t give a rat's ass if the clone has two dicks. What were you thinking? Were you just going to send the clone in your place one day and think I wouldn’t know the difference? I want you not just some shitty xerox of the person that you are.”

“Then tell me what I should do!” Rick said angrily, hands balled into fists. “I’m trying so hard to come up with a solution that doesn’t fuck up the lives of the two people I love the most in this universe. Nothing I can do will make you or Diane happy. Sure, it’s not fucking ideal but I really thought that—”

“Well you thought fucking wrong.” Prime spat out. “Great idea, but you’re sending the clone to the wrong person. I refuse to spend the rest of my life with a substitute. You need to make a real decision, Rick. Blood will be spilled. There’s no way to avoid that.”

“Well that’s fucking bullshit. There’s an infinite amount of choices— there has to be a solution that will—”

“Let’s just skip to an alternate dimension— one where you never even met Diane or had a kid. It’s literally that simple.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not? The answer to all our issues is sitting on the table over there.” Prime gestured to Rick’s portal gun.

“Because… I’m just not that guy who would abandon their family.”

“But you’re okay with being a cheater?”

“... That’s low and you know it.”

“Truth hurts, baby. Doesn’t matter if it’s hard to hear, doesn’t make it any less real.”

“...” Rick looked away, ashamed.

“I’m going to tell her.” Prime said quietly. 

“You— what?” 

“I’m going to tell her— about us.” Prime continued in a stronger voice. “I’m going to tell her about every single time you were getting railed in bed when you were supposed to be at home eating dinner instead.”

“No, you will not.” Rick grabbed his arm. “If you do that, I’ll never be yours.”

Prime laughed and pushed Rick’s arm off.

“Don’t you see? You’re already not mine.”

The words hung heavy between them as they looked at one another with a mirrored expression of resentment and misery. 

Prime turned on his heel and started walking towards the entrance. 

“Stop!” Prime felt Rick grab at his jacket. “Stop it. Don’t take another step or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Prime turned to face Rick, a sneer on his lips. “You’ll hurt me? Babe, you’re already hurting me.”

“Just don’t hurt Diane.” Rick muttered. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“But I do? She gets you but I get a clone?”

“Just— just give me some time to work— to figure something out.” Rick’s grip tightened on his jacket. “Just don’t tell her. Please.”

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little Rick🥺🥺🥺