--Rick pov--
--Three weeks later--
I grumbled in my garage, spinning in my chair. I furrowed my brow and took a couple chugs from my flask. I let my bored mind wander and flashed briefly to fluorescent red eyes. Why did that seem so familiar? I shrugged. Welp, time to go bother Morty. I have a surprise for him anyway. I fling myself out of my chair and stumble into the house. As I'm walking up the stairs I hear giggling and voices. I stop outside of Morty's door to listen. There's Morty's stupid stuttering voice, but then another one. Why did it seem so familiar? It was feminine and teasing, but confident, no stuttering at all.
I growled and flung the door open, Morty letting out a surprised yelp. Sitting on Morty's bed was a girl in a red flannel shirt, black tank top and gray shorts. I swayed a bit and burped as me and the girl shared a look. Then she...smiled? It was...kind of pretty. Ah fuck, I can't tell right now. What was I doing in here again? Oh yeah. The surprise. I stepped closer to Morty, the room going a bit sideways. I flopped onto his bed, sloshing alcohol out of my flask and onto Morty.
"Ah! Oh, jeez Rick," I hear Morty squeak out in alarm. "I'm so, so, sorry, Mirri. This- this is my grandpa Rick." I hear a hum of the girl's voice and I blink my eyes out of sink. Shit, everything's a bit blurry. I lift myself off of Morty's bed and grab his shoulders to steady myself.
"I got a surprise for you, Morty." I see Morty's lips moving but I don't care what he's saying. I get impatient and just grab his ankle, pulling him out of his bed.
"Ow! Ow! You're tugging me too hard!" Morty screams. I hear muffled giggling. It made my cheeks glow. Jesus, maybe I shouldn't have drunk so much. I start dragging Morty into the hall and down the stairs, hearing an "ow" and thump with every step I took.
"We gotta go, gotta get outta here, come on. Got a surprise for you Morty," I blabber. I slam open the garage door and release Morty's ankle. I hear him shuffle behind me, standing up. I turned around and faced him, seeing that his little friend had followed us. I glared but then shrugged it off, spreading my arms wide and making a grand gesture to the newly built vehicle behind me.
"Is that a bloody spaceship!?" It was the girl's voice. I squinted and let out another burp.
"What do you think of this... flying vehicle, Morty? I built it outta stuff I found in the garage." I stumbled over to it and patted its side before opening the door and climbing in, motioning for Morty to do the same.
"C-can Mirri come too?" I hear my grandson ask. Was that the girl Morty had a crush on? The one from math class? Probably.
"Y-yeah," I burped out, vision unfocusing. I start the vehicle as the doors close, hearing seat belts buckle. I open the garage door and fly out into the night sky. I look in the mirror and am met with the girl's eyes, a smirk on her face. I shift in my seat. Something about her stare was unsettling. She was so familiar. Why can't I place her? I'm sure I've seen that smirk before.
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The Phoenix Burglar
Science FictionMeet 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...
