SCOLIOSIS RICK X FAN ( NFSW DDDNE)

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DEDICATED TO MY FAVORITE RICK AND WRITTEN WITH SPITE TWORDS THE OTHER ANON IN HIS ASKS.
ALL EVENTS ARE FICTIONAL AND EXAGGERATED.

  YOU DRAG YOURSELF THROUGH THE VENT, BOLTS HOLDING IT TOGETHER SCRAPING AT YOUR SIDES. AS YOU NEAR THE END A DEAFENING WHIRR EMITS FROM AN ADJACENT ROOM. USING THE LAST OF YOUR STRENGTH AFTER HOURS OF SLOWLY DRAGGING YOUR BODY THROUGH THE THIN AND UNSEXY VENT ( it should be ashamed of itself) YOU ARRIVE AT THE COVER, AND SLOWLY REMOVE IT. BEFORE YOU LIES A SMALL ROOM WITH VARIOUS MYSTERY STAINS SPLATTERED ACROSS THE WALLS AND COCKROACHES SKITTERING ACROSS THE FLOOR. YOU SLOWLY CREEP DOWN AND SLIDE YOURSELF UNDERNEATH THE BED. AS YOU WAIT FOR HIS RETURN YOU SNACK ON A FEW DELICIOUS COCKROACHES.

AFTER 2 HOURS OF LYING ON THE UNPOLISHED CONCRETE FLOOR AND INHALING PISS FUMES, HE TOSSES OPEN THE DOOR AND CREEPS IN. HE IS ABSOLUTELY DRENCHED IN BLOOD IN A VISCOUS LIQUID YOU DONT WANT TO IMAGINE THE ORIGIN OF. HE TAKES AN UNCOMFORTABLY LONG SIP OF WARM BACON GREASE FROM HIS FLASK. YOUR STOMACH IS FULL OF BUTTERFLIES. (Cockroaches fighting each other for leadership of your internal organs) THERE IS A BLURRY SHAPE MANIFESTING IN THE CORNER, IT WARPS THE AIR AROUND IT AND EMITIS A BARELY AUDIBLE HUM. MORTY FORMS AND HOVERS OMINOUSLY OVER RICK. "NOT NOW BUDDY GRANDPAS TIRED FROM SAWING APART THE MANGLED CORPSES IN THE SEWER THAT COME BACK TO LIFE EVERY OTHER THURSDAY TO HAUNT ME FOR MY ACTIONS." MORTY POINTS TO THE BED AND SHIFTS REALITY TO THE LEFT SIMULTANEOUSLY. YOU SCOOT BACKWARDS SLOWLY IN HOPES HE DIDNT NOTICE YOU. THE BED RISES INTO THE AIR AND YOU ARE LEFT IN THE OPEN, LYING ON THE BUG INFESTED FLOOR. RICK REACHES FOR A LARGE AXE, THE HANDLE LINED IN SATANIC RUNES AND NOTES IN A FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE. HE SWINGS IT TWORDS THE BASE OF YOUR NECK AND YOU BARLEY MANAGE TO DODGE IT. YOU CRAWL OUT OF THE WAY ON ALL FOURS AS HE TAKES ANOTHER SWING AT YOU. POLAROID PHOTOS TAKEN OF HIM FROM AFAR, WITH THE DATE AND LOCATION PENNED IN BLOOD SLIP FROM YOUR POCKETS. HE ATTEMPTS TO KICK YOU IN THE RIBS BUT YOU HAVE SPENT TO MUCH TIME SKITTERING ACROSS THE GROUND TO BE SLOW. HIS SECOND KICK LANDS DIRECTLY ON YOUR STOMACH , YOU COLLAPSE TO THE GROUND AND HE LIFTS HIS AXE ABOVE HIS HEAD, PREPARING TO DECAPATE YOU AND KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE FREEZER AS A TREAT FOR MORTY. YOU ACCEPT YOUR DEATH AND LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN, ALLOWING THE COCKROACHES TO CRAWL ON YOU. SEEING THE GENTLENESS OF THE COCKROACHES, IN THEIR INFINITE FORGIVENESS AND LOVE, HE HAS A CHANGE OF HEART AND DECIDES TO SPARE YOUR LIFE. HE USES THE BLUNT END OF THE AXE TO KNOCK YOU OUT INSTEAD.

YOU WAKE UP ON THE GROUND, YOUR WRISTS TIED TO THE END OF THE BED. AT LEAST THE COLD CONCRETE FLOOR IS SEXY, UNLIKE THE VENTS. 
YOU NOTICE MORTY SITTING ACROSS THE ROOM FROM YOU, HE IS GLUING DISSECTED RAT PARTS TOGETHER ON A CANVAS  AS A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR RICK IN HOPES HE WILL ACCEPT HIS NICKNAME, MURT, IF NOT HE WILL SLAUGHTER ALL LIVING BEINGS IN RHE GENERAL VICINITY BY BOILING THEIR INTERNAL ORGANS WITH SHEER WILLPOWER.

YOU BEGIN TO LICK THE ROUGH AND SEXY CONCRETE FLOOR WHERE RICK PREVIOUSLY STOOD. IT TASTES LIKE SEWER SLUDGE AND COCKROACHES, YOUR FAVORITE.

AS RICK ENTERS THE ROOM YOU BASK IN HIS PRESENCE. IT IS OFFPUTTING AND STRANGE JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT. HE APPROACHES YOU AND STARES AT YOU DISAPPROVINGLY. YOU ARE AGAIN FILLED WITH BUTTERFLIES AT HIS AGKNOWLAGEMENT OF YOUR EXISTANCE. ( the cockroach war rages on within you) 
YOU TAKE HIS MOMENT OF CONTEMPLATION TO ADMIRE HIS CURVES, THAT BEING HIS SPINE BECAUSE HE IS AN OLD MAN WITH SCOLIOSIS. MORTY evaporates.
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY FUCKING HOUSE" he says taking a step toward you. His face is still framed in viscera and slime, you find it difficult to think of a response yet you feel sure the cockroaches within are cheering you on. "I HAVE BEEN STALKING YOU FOR THE PAST 7 MONTHS AND THE WALKIE TALKIES AND CAMERAS I HID INSIDE YOUR HOUSE RAN OUT OF BATTERIES" yes, the cockroaches are definitely happy for you. " I AM HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH PLEASE SPIT IN MY MOUTH" perhaps the cockroaches are a little to happy for you. You vomit all over the glorious concrete floor. A few cockroaches skitter away and back into the walls.

Again touched by the gentle and loving nature of cockroaches,  he unties you, and allows you to stand. He places a slimy hand on your chest and shoves you backwards onto the bed. You let out a squeak, just like everyone's favorite animal, the cockroach.

He slips off his filthy lab coat and shirt, his thin torso is covered in scars from various animals and fights with ex husbands. He crawls over you and plants a kiss on the base of your neck, just like you previously had to the lovely concrete floors. What an incredible expression of affection to be treated as well as a darling concrete floor. When he connects with your lips you are filled with the taste of blood anc bacon grease. 
while he is distracted you undo his belt.  He begins to bite into your neck, but does not stop there and rips off a chunk of your flesh. He sits up to slip off his pants and you relish in the feeling of blood rolling down your skin.
He wraps a hand around your waist and begins grinding into you, using the other to hold you in one place as you squirm. (Like a cockroach ) you dig your hands into his spiked back hair and pull him closer to you, shivering at the noises he makes. After a few minutes he reaches down and pulls off your underwear. He fills the silence with a question, " DO YOU CONSENT". "YES." You reply because consent is sexy like cockroaches and concrete floors, and fanfiction writers who don't include it even if it's a silly fanfiction are not sexy. He slips himself inside of you, filling you and making you groan. He roughly grips your waist and slams into you, his hip bones digging into your thighs as he does so. You let out a whine and grip the sheets, he repeatedly rocks into you, ignoring the centipedes in the bed (they are from his laundry and he pretends to not notice.) as he finishes in you, you die of cockroach poisoning. Maybe don't lick floors and eat cockroaches next time. The end .