𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 | 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺(𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 3)[Choice 1]

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 5

WARNING! MENTION OF SH SCARS⚠️

Both of the men's eyes grew wider and wider with each passing minute as they saw what went on in the world that was previously destroyed by Diane, what clone Rick experienced. (Book 2)

Rick awkwardly glanced at Morty from time to time and he looked traumatized. After hours of watching, it came to an end with a explosion.

Morty stared at the roof and Rick got rid of the helmet, Morty slightly flinched as Rick touched him.

"I won't fuck you, kid." Rick chuckled slightly.

Morty's eyes were wide and he silently sat on the chair. Rick tried to awkwardly make conversation.

"Rick ... Were they clones? I-I've really never seen another Morty with green eyes" Morty whispered.

"Yes ... They were, Morty."

"So clones d-do the same things you do? They have the same memories?" Morty questioned.

"Yeah .Wait, Morty, have y-you... did you really hurt yourself ?" Rick asked, moving closer to Morty.

" I'm hungry! Let's eat something. " Morty muttered and got up but Rick grabbed his shoulder pulling him back and turning Morty towards him, staring at him.

" Morty, have you o-or have you not hurt yourself in the p-past? " Rick questioned seriously.

Morty slowly nodded before staring at Rick's feet. Rick sighed, loosening the grip on Morty's shoulder, leading him to the TV room. They sat down on the couch.

"Where'd you... Uhmm" Rick muttered.

Morty got rid of his sweater, slightly pulling his vest up before quickly pulling it down.

"It's alright, Morty, show me." Rick muttered softly

" I don't want to... "

" Alright, it's okay, M-Morty. J-just talk to me, Morty. I w-won't say something mean. "

Morty sighed softly before deciding to show Rick. He slowly pulled his vest's sleeves up. Rick gently gripped his wrists, looking at the lacerations and healing wounds, the scars leaving purple marks.

Rick gulped slightly as he inspected his arms.

"There's more, Rick." Morty muttered.

"Let's see." Rick whispered

Morty awkwardly kicked his pants off and got rid of his vest. Rick gaped as he saw all of the scars- cuts and burns littering Morty's ribs, arms and thighs

"Oh my god" Rick whispered as he sat back on the couch out of shock.

Morty pulled his pants up again, slipping into his vest and sweater. He awkwardly sat next to Rick.

"Most of them are from a-adventures though." Morty whispered.

Rick just sat on the couch, looking at Morty with dread.

"O-oh, c'mon, Rick. Don't look at me like that. I'm not dead y-yet." Morty chuckled.

"You're not dying, Morty. N-never. I'll make sure of it." Rick growled out.

"How could you do this to yourself, M-Morty?! " Rick yelled

"I'm sorry, Rick"

"How couldn't I fucking see it? It's my fault" Rick whispered before angrily standing up and storming off to his room, slamming the door shut.