Rick and Morty || Oneshots‼️

"Dear Rick," || Rick & Morty Angst

Trigger Warning!: Implied suicide, self-harm, and other topics of depression.
Other than that, enjoy! 🫶

3rd person POV
Rick made his way upstairs to the sound of a loud crash.

'What the fuck?' Rick pondered to himself.

It came from Morty's room. Rick walked up to his door and tried to get in. The door was locked and Rick could hear faint sobbing behind it.

"Morty? Morty let me in." Rick commanded.

No response. He started having this bad feeling in his gut. He didn't know what it was, but he had to get in Morty's room one way or another. He kept rattling the doorknob telling Morty to let him in.

Finally Rick crashed through the door. He found Morty in a corner, holding a piece of paper with writing on it. He made small observations of the paper. It had small blood drops on around it, it was crumbled on the sides and corners, and was kind of ripped on one of the sides.

Morty jumped at Rick's hand on his shoulder. He quickly tried hiding his arms so Rick didn't see the sadness he'd become. But with his thoughts running, they all disappeared once Rick picked him up in a hug. He ignored the note and focused on Morty.

Morty continued to sob as Rick cradled him. It was a couple minutes of silence and quiet shushing.

"It's okay Mort. I'm-I'm here for you Kiddo." Rick whispered, his voice was soft. Morty felt safe.

"I-I-I'm sorry, Rick." He choked out through sobs. "You weren't- *sniffle* you weren't supposed to see any of this. It was a- It was a stupid mistake."

"Don't apologize Morty, let's just get you cleaned up okay?" Morty lightly nodded.

Rick takes Morty to the bathroom and cleans up his wounds. He puts one of his special elixirs on and automatically healed them. Morty just stared at the bathroom floor in embarrassment and shame. Rick scooped Morty back up and took him to his room and placed him in the bed. He tucked him in and kissed his forehead.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow if you'd like, Kiddo." Rick said, lightly smiling at the boy.

"O-Okay.." Morty said quietly. He turned his back to Rick and went to sleep.

Rick made sure he was asleep, he picked up the note Morty dropped on the floor when he found him. He took it back to his garage and hesitated on reading it. But curiosity got the best of him and he read it.

The note read:
"Dear Rick,

I know we don't have the best relationship, and I know you don't really care. But, I thought you should have the knowledge of what I'm doing. I don't really think I can do this anymore. I'm sorry for not being good enough and ruining some adventures we go on. I don't want to disappoint you anymore than I already have. It's gotten worse. It's hard to control and just existing here hurts so much. So much that I'm gonna leave. I'm gonna do it Rick. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Rick. Even though you don't, I love you. I love you so much Rick. You're my best and only friend. I hope you find whatever you're looking for in this god awful universe. I hope you find peace with what happened to Grandma. I hope you and Mom have more adventures. I hope you and Dad get along better. I hope you and Summer keep your relationship and have fun without me. I'm sorry this has to end like this. Just make a clone of me or use the replacement coupon you got from the citadel. Tell Mom and Dad and Summer I love them. I love you. Goodbye Rick.

Sincerely,
Morty"

Rick was shocked. His heart dropped into his stomach as the paper began to turn a grey-ish tint in certain spots. He was crying, and it was visible. He gripped the paper as it crumbled and he stared at it.

'Was this my fault? Fuck. What have I done. This is all my fault. FUCK.' He spiraled in his mind. He felt horrible. He hadn't felt this horrible in so long. It hurt his chest. His heart was aching for Morty. He choked on his tears before he heard his garage door open. He quickly changed bis demeanor and wiped his tears.

"Grandpa Rick? I heard crying. Is like, everything okay in here?" The girl in the doorway asked, slightly concerned.

"Uh, yea-" he cleared his throat, as he still sounded like he was sobbing, "Yeah Summer, everything is okay. Get the fuck out."

"Ohhhkayy jeez, I was just checking like a GOOD granddaughter would." She left.

He didn't mean to snap at her like that. But he was in a bad place. He didn't know what to do except sit there in silence.

'What am I gonna do.' He thought in slight fear for Morty's health.