Dimension Hopping

Rick and...

An old man was climbing so his space car with his Earth's technology. He was tall, lanky and had a monobrow. His grayish light blue spiky hair had a bald spot on the back of his head. He was wearing a turquoise long sleeve shirt, a clean lab coat on top, black shoes and brown pants. His grandson approached him, rubbing the back of his head. The grandson was wearing a yellow t-shirt, blue jeans and white shoes. He had cute, short and curly brown hair. The grandson spoke.

“Jesh, Rick. I--I don't know if this partying on a merging dimension is fair.” The scientist pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Life's not fair, Morty. You just have to deal with it. I am just gonna check on a friend I made on a merging dimension.” The brunette frowned.

“Aha, yeah. A friend. And you suddenly care about them.” Rick threw a box full of black pens on the back of his flying space car. “Look, Rick. Why would you go to a dead end dimension to locate a person from in between thousands of different dimension hobos? Must be part of an adventure.” Morty gesticulated with every sentence. Rick put in a bunch of girly notepads. “Your friend's heart must be like the rag doll of some alien mafia boss’s da—daughter missed, and you are gonna give it sentience, or some shit, and will torture the thing in front of that daughter the day of her wedding just because…” Morty stopped talking when saw Rick that placed a big box of chocolates in the back of the car. Morty followed his grandpa throwing a package of cigarettes in the back and slapped his hands together to accentuate that his job was done. “… Rick. Was this a girlfriend?” Rick turned and stammered.

“No—No! Shut up! He was an experiment I helped release into the wild, in some crazy guy's pocket dimension years ago. You weren't even born yet. I just wanted to go say hi. And…” He trailed off. “Will you stop asking questions if you come?!” He even spitted when pronounced some of the words. Morty lifted his hands in defense. Morty looked a bit stressed.

“Ok, ok. I am going. Don't need to get so defensive. Maybe I can help you look for him even.” The squiggle pupil 14 year old smiled, trying to appease the grandpa. Rick rolled his eyes and got to the driver's side of the car.

“Whatever, don't make me regret bringing you as my wingman.” Morty looked unsure and was about to comment but Rick turned on the vehicle. “No questions, just be cool and… don't judge me, ok?”

Pickchu was painting calmly on the seashore. He closed his eyes and felt the chilly breeze on his fur. He did not grow old a day since his birth. His whole body froze when a known sound came from on top of him. The shadow casted all over him and his painting equipment. He was tense, not daring to look up. His breathing started to accelerate and he felt the so known sensation of an episode approaching. The shadow moved and landed in the small runway on his back yard. Pickchu gently placed the brush on the little wooden surface and tried to hold his right hand with his left one. The two men approached him from the tropical back garden and came from the side of the house. She could hear a stranger's voice.

“Oh wow, Rick. This is a really nice place.” Pickchu's blood ran cold. He found him. Pickchu took a deep breathe and turn to greet the two men.

“You didn't change since the last day we saw each other.” Said Pickchu in a slightly fake nice tone of voice. Rick laughed and put his hands on his own hips.