--Rick's POV--
--3 days later--
I couldn't stop thinking about her, and it was starting to piss me off. I didn't even know the brat's name for Pete's sake. I didn't know what she was, and I hated not knowing things. It rarely happened. I sigh as I throw a screwdriver down on my bench besides the new invention I was trying to work on. This was going nowhere fast.
"What ya doing?" a feminine voice suddenly said from right beside me. I jumped and pulled out my gun only to be met with the expressionless face of the person on my mind. She poked the barrel of the gun, eyeing it with curiosity. "Hiya, Rick."
"What are you doing here," I asked angrily, though I wasn't angry in the slightest.
"I was bored," she answered smoothly.
"And?" I grumbled.
"And I'm interested in you."
"Excuse me?" I said, raising a brow.
"You're interesting Rickety Rick!"
"Are you sure you're not just I don't know...lonely?" I said with a smirk. Her brow furrowed and she got a disgusted look on her face.
"What and you're gonna help me with that?! Perv!"
"Wha- No. That's n-not what I was implying."
"Uh-huh." She said, staring at a wall. I didn't know what to do so I changed the subject by asking her about her shirt.
"What's Mother Mother?" I asked. As soon as the wicked grin started to spread on her face I knew I'd fucked up. After a 10 minute rant of the band's history and discography, Rick was drowning in boredom. She was about to say something else when I cut her off. "A-alright times up, had my fill of boring shit for the day, bye bye," I burped as I pulled a lever by my workbench, effectively blasting her out of the garage. She landed on her butt, skidding to a stop.
"Ow, ow, ow! What was that for?"
"Don't have time for this, gotta go, *burp* do some important shit." She scoffed while I pushed the button for the door.
"Sure ya do. Name's Mirri by the way!" She yelled as the garage door slid closed.
-- Mirri POV--
I was smiling so wide I thought my cheeks were gonna tear for sure.
I don't know why, but this guy...Rick Sanchez... had gotten under my skin. I couldn't just leave it be. I knew I was being stupid, everything in me told me to skip town and run. After all, he had seen my face, and knew that I was the Phoenix Burglar. He could call the authorities and have me arrested anytime he felt like it. But, hell, he hadn't so far, so maybe he wouldn't? Maybe? It's dangerous, but I want to know what I am.
If it all goes to shit I can just kill myself again. Though that is tedious and painful.
Rick seems like the only one who can help me. I need to know what I am. Was I even born on earth? Did...I have parents out there somewhere...? I never had a family, born into that stupid life of an orphan. I growled and shoved my hands into my pockets, walking away from the garage. I'd been alone all my life, so why did I only feel lonely now? This stupid family... What was it doing to me?
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The Phoenix Burglar
Ciencia FicciónMeet Mirri, a girl who has quickly become infamous around the states as the 'Phoenix Burglar.' She leaves a trail of ashes in her wake as she wanders the world. She has no one, and that's all she needs. What happens when a grumpy old man and a dysfu...
