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

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 3

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠:

I fucking hate Rick! I FUCKING HATE HIM! He just left my family to DIE! Things were good, they were getting better each day, but he ruined it, AGAIN! I wish...

[Flashback: "I FUCKING HATE YOU AND I WISH Y-YOU WERE DEAD YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT PIG!"]

What the fuck?!

I gripped my head tightly as I got a headache.

"Th-that's it! What's happening? A-are you infected?" Rick gripped me again

"Fuck you, Rick! Y-you don't even care! "

"You always say the sa-uurrrrpp-me shit over and fucking over!"

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled at the top of my lungs and Rick actually stepped back, blinking rapidly before his face hardened.

"Good to know" he whispered.

Oh god, now I feel bad... I don't hate hate him ... I just dislike him sometimes

"Rick ... I- I didn't m-"

"It's fine, Morty. Drop it." He said coldly.

"See! Th-that's what I'm talking about! You're emotionally constipated! It's m-making you sick, Rick. Open your fucking heart up for once! Don't you trust me?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM AND Y-YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I CAN DO!" Rick yelled, inching closer to me.

" I'VE BEEN WITH YOU FOR FUCKING YEARS! I KNOW YOU, RICK! I CAN SEE TH-THROUGH THIS FACADE YOU PUT UP! YOU'RE TIRED AND EMOTIONALLY DRAINED!"

Rick stared at me before he slapped me through the face. I sat on the ground, my cheek stinging. I felt all the love I have for Rick drain out of me.

" I'm not your little dumb friends, don't talk to me like one of them " he growled before extending his arm.

I got up on my own and took my dead self and buried who I used to be with it. I grabbed a lighter from my pocket and set my body aflame. Rick glanced at me as he took a sip from his flask .

I threw the parasites onto the burning pile before walking back into the house. Rick fell down on the couch after we torched all of my family members and aliens.

" You uhmmm wanna watch some ball fondlers?" Rick asked softly.... Probably trying to apologize in his sick way.

"No" I said, walking up the stairs and into my crappy bedroom before falling down on my crappy bed after closing the door.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs after a while and my door flew open, Rick stumbled into my room and plopped down on my bed, I pretended like I didn't notice him as I stared at the wall ... This feels eerily familiar.

"Morty" Rick slurred.

"Leave m-me alone, Rick, I don't wanna hear it."

"No, Morty, you're gonna- urrrpppp- you're gonna listen to me, Morty. "

" NO! I W-WON'T LISTEN TO YOU! I'M S-SICK OF IT!" I growled, getting off of the bed

" I'm trying to uuurrrpppp apologize here, you dumb cunt! " Rick yelled

I let out a growl, and before I realized it I was on top of Rick, pounding my fists into him on the mattress, he didn't even stop me . I scampered off of him as he sat up, his cheeks and lips busted up badly. He wiped the blood from his mouth, smiling at me.

"Wow, y-you got quite a-"

I grabbed him, hugging him tightly and he took a while before patting my back.

"I'm s-sorry" I whispered.

"It's alright, Kid. I had it comin' for a long time. I'm proud of ya. " Rick muttered.

I actually fell asleep on him that night, waking up through the night to see him sprawled out on my floor.