I stay in my room for what feels like forever before I get a knock on the door.
"Hey y/n," morty calls out gently from the other side. "I just got home from school and was gonna go out to get something to eat. Did you want to come?"
Getting off the bed, I head toward the door and open it. Giving a faint smile to morty as we make eye contact. "I don't know. I don't really feel up to going out. What are you going to eat?"
"Rick and I are gonna go to a nearby galaxy and get tacos. But if you want something else I'm sure we could stop there too."
Hearing that Rick was going made me feel like going less. "Nah that's alright morty. I think I'm just gonna chill here and work on my little gadgets. Got some stuff to do, you know?"
He looks at me with a slight raise of his eyebrow. "Are you alright? Normally you like to go with us. Even if you don't eat anything."
"I'm fine. Just need a bit of space from Rick and time to think."
"Is everything alright between you two?" He asks with more concern.
I ruffle his hair playfully and give him a cheery smile, "of course. I just meant I have to think about what I want and need to do. Hanging out with Rick all the time takes away from what I should be doing."
Morty seems skeptical of the answer. "What is it you should be doing?"
I chuckle slightly at how persistent he is. "Alright alright, enough with all the questions. Tell you what, just bring me some food back. Whatever you get, I'll have as well. Does that make you feel better?"
"Oh jeez, I don't want to make you feel like I was mad you wouldn't eat with us. I just-"
"Morty?"
"Yeah?"
"You're over thinking it. I'm alright. And I'm not mad. I just want to rest. That's all." I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a reassuring, yet soft, shake. "Now bring me back a taco!"
He seems to like this answer better as he smiles and nods. "I'll be back soon." He says as he turns around and walks down the hallway.
I close the door and sit down in front of it. "What I should be doing? That's true. I should be fulfilling my parent's wishes. What am I doing? Getting caught up in how Rick feels for me. Who cares? What matters is he took me in and will teach me. Anything outside of that is unfair to expect of him." I try to cheer myself up and get started, but I just feel so guilty. Guilty that I put him into a position where he felt he had to push me away like that.
Getting up after a good 20 minutes, I grab some tools from, the now lonely, garage and head back to my room. Perfecting some of my old creations and testing out different tools on it.
I do this for about an hour or two before I get a knock on my door. "Come in," I call out.
Morty opens the door with a nervous smile along his face. "He-hey! I brought you that food. Sorry it took so long. But trust me, it's so good! You'll really like it I think!" He hands me a plastic plate with three tacos on it. I've never had a taco, but I know exactly what they should look like. This...was very different. But I'll eat it none the less.
"Thanks morty," I say before taking a bite. To which I actually did find very thoroughly delicious. It was juicy and had just the right amount of seasoning. I turn to morty, seeing he had an expecting expression on his face.
"It's good isn't it?" He asks hopeful, although I'm pretty sure he knew the answer.
"It's actually very delicious. The meat is tender and something I've never had before. I'd definitely eat it again."
"Exactly!" He pauses for a moment. The room getting silent as I sit and eat on my bed. Morty flusters a bit before starting a new topic. "Anyway, Rick and I will be going on an adventure tomorrow. I wanted to know if you'd join us."
I pause. Not feeling the courage to come right out, and tell morty I don't want to go. I hesitate, knowing he enjoys hanging out with me. "I don't know morty. I kinda need a break from it all. I'm a bit overwhelmed. I changed my life in a completely different way. Yet I haven't taken much time to focus on myself since then."
"That's totally understandable! No worries. Although I wish you'd come with us. Maybe the next one?"
I nod and smile, "of course. I'd love to. Be safe tomorrow though. You guys tend to do a lot of dangerous things."
Morty pretends to act all cool after hearing this. "Of course, that's just how we roll. You know what I mean girl?"
"Er, sure. You little weirdo." I giggle as he blushes a bit. "Okay okay okay, anyway thank you for the food morty."
"No problem," he turns to walk out the door and quickly turns around to add. "Enjoy the rest of your tacos!"
"Trust me, I will."
Morty smiles happily and leaves. Closing the door gently behind him.
I smile a little at the interaction and finish the tacos before putting the plate in the trash. Walking over to the area I was working on my gadgets, I feel a slight detachment from it all. It's okay, every so often I feel like this. I learned to just deal with it and do what I gotta do.
Sitting down, I grab the tools and hold them for a bit. Not sure how to continue on. "I constantly sit and work sit and work. I need somewhere to think that's more open and less distracting." I think for a moment, "what's a place with solitude?"
Swiveling in my chair, I glance out the window to see Jerry mowing the lawn. I sigh as the noise of the lawn mower gets louder. "Maybe I'll just go to my house for awhile. I know it's not very open, but at least it's quiet." I pause as I was about to get up and pack some things. "Is it okay for me to borrow Rick's tools? I don't want to take them with me."
Deciding to get up this time, I pack some of my gadgets into a bag. Hesitating on what to do with the tools, I decide just to put it all back and use the stuff I have at my house. Once I get ready, I open the door to my room, rush into the garage, and put the tools away.
"Done with it already?" Rick asks from behind with an eyebrow raised and burrito in hand. Morty is sitting on the counter next to him, eating the same tacos from earlier.
I pause, feeling dread and a bit of guilt before turning to him with a small smile. "I just needed to get out of the house for awhile."
"Sweet! I'm down for an adventure right now!" Morty says excitedly as he hops off the counter.
I smile a little more genuinely at his reaction. "No morty, I mean I'm going home for a bit. It's too clouded in here. I need to be back where my mind is more relaxed."
"Oh... did you want someone to go with you? So you don't gotta be a-alone?" Morty seems concerned some.
As I finish putting away the tools I walk over and mess up his hair a little. "I'd prefer to be alone for awhile if you don't mind bud. I'll be back soon. Besides you guys are gonna be busy with your adventure tomorrow. If you come with me, I can't promise you'd be back by then."
Rick looks at me with a bit of confusion and some other emotion. It's hard to read him. "When we get back, I want to use the machine. It's almost done but I can do the rest. Should be done by the time we both get back from whatever it is we're doing."
I nod as I leave toward the garage door. "I'll see you guys later."
They both seem quiet and a little surprised at my sudden desire to go home. "Be safe." They both say as the door closes behind me.
Sighing and letting the smile drain from my face, I walk out the front door and passed Jerry. Who for some reason, seemed to forget I existed.
"W-where you off to?" He asks.
"WHAT?!" I say over the mower, unable to hear him.
He seems to get flustered for a second before picking up his courage. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
"Oh," I say as he turns off the mower. "I'll be back soon. I'm just going to my house to clear my head. I need to figure somethings out."
"Boy I hear you, I got a conference coming up. Could really make or break my career. I been thinking about the slogan all month. Want to hear it?"
I raise an eyebrow questioningly. Not sure where this is going, but intrigued to find out. "Sure, what is it?"
"Hungry for apples?"
"No I'm not, I just ate. Morty got me some tacos-"
"Hold on, no. That's it."
"What's it?"
"That's the slogan!"
I pause and look at him for a moment. A little confused. "It sounds like a neighboring slogan of 'got milk'."
His head hangs in disappointment for awhile. As if afraid of that response. So I quickly add on, "but it's pretty good. It's catchy for sure. I think it'll work out just fine." I say with a smile in my eyes, clearly trying to make him feel better.
"Really?!"
"Of course!" I smile again.
"Wow! Awesome! Thank you! Beth keeps telling me it's just a rip off of 'got milk', but they don't have a single word that's the same!"
"Exactly, I'm sure you'll do well at the conference. Just sound enthusiastic about it."
"You're right. That's what I need to work on now, how I deliver it."
"Anyways I wish you luck, I gotta be off now though."
"Of course of course! Good luck on whatever you are hoping to accomplish too!" He says as I start to walk away. Giving each other a small wave before he starts the lawn mower again and continues.
Finally out of the house, I no longer have to fake a smile and just relax. I'm not upset by what Rick said anymore. This isn't me fleeing from all my problems. It's me taking a break from them so I can find a solution.
Walking out of the neighborhood, I find myself on the familiar track to my house. It feels like it's been awhile since I've been there, so it gives me a little anxiety about what I may find. But happily, to my surprise, the house is untouched since I last came here. I don't even think I locked the door before I left.
When I get inside, it's extremely quiet. It's almost a bit eerie and I'm starting to wish I did take morty up on the offer of coming with me. Looking around I notice some cans on the ground.
I sigh in familiar annoyance, "squirrels again huh? I thought I got rid of those damn things already." I throw the empty cans in the trash before I grab a chair and sit in the backyard.
"Alright, what is it that I need to do? What is my goal in life and how do I get there? My parents just want me to provide a place of refugee for the galaxy. No matter the person. But I don't know if that's possible. Can I do it? They told me to find Rick Sanchez because he would help me. But he's not really a big help. The elders foretold he would be the smartest man to live. They didn't foretell this though. He has knowledge, true, but he doesn't really use it for anyone besides himself. Or at least his immediate family.
So how do I ask someone like that, to help someone like me?" I pause and ponder the series of questions with more thought than I've ever used in the past couple months or so.
Eventually I just sit outside without thinking, just staring. I observe the squirrels jumping from tree to tree before landing on my roof and chilling up there. I think they have a storage in my chimney because I keep hearing them drop acorns down it. I swear I leave for a couple weeks and the house is already being trashed. Trying not to let it bother me, I continue watching on in silence. Hoping somehow the universe will provide me an answer if I just watch.
And so I do, at first it's not much. A few birds whizzing around, some squirrels, couple frogs here and there. But eventually a deer crosses my path. It's a mama and baby. I stare on in amazement at how beautiful they are, their interactions with each other only making me more engaged. The mamas teaching the baby how to find food, what's safe to be around, what's not, and places to go. It's clear that the mama sees me eventually as she bays the baby a little further back. Although I can tell she's struggling as the baby sees a butterfly and starts prancing around it, evidently having a great time. I giggle to myself a little, grab some food from the pantry, and place it rather close to them before going back to my chair. The mama watches me closely and skeptically looks at the food before sniffing it. After she determines it safe, she lets the baby have at it. Whatever he doesn't finish, mama does and then they are on their way back into the forest.
I watched the whole time, infatuated by their tiny family. The mom was so gently with the baby. It reminds me of the times my mom would often play with me. Unlike human babies, my species is able to remember everything a couple days after being born. So i remember how much my parents would play with me, love me, cuddle me...
I rub my shoulders out of the chill of loneliness and go back inside. Putting the chair back in its place, I go over to my couch, lay my head down, and just go brain dead. I've had so many thoughts on my mind that it got clouded. It was hard to think of a clear solution to anything. But I'm finally at home, resting, and doing my normal thing again.
I lay there for probably a good hour or so before my eyes get droopy. At first I tried to keep myself awake. Passing a few more hours by cleaning the house and doing whatever other chores needed to be done. But after everything was done, and the sun went down, i was freaking tired. Maybe it also had something to do with the collar. I hadn't slept in awhile and this collar didn't allow me to return to my full strength. Feeling afraid to fall asleep, I grab my comfort blanket. It is weighted so that if I have anxiety it'll keep me grounded.
Although I think it did its job a little too well, because I was dead asleep on the couch after laying there for another 30 minutes.
As I fall asleep and start to dream, I notice everything is white and misty, similar but not quite the same as before. It's empty for miles. It's just white space. Until suddenly, it's just not. My parents are standing not too far in front me. A smile written on their faces. But I couldn't tell if they were looking at me or it was just another memory.
"Y/n," my mother says softly. My father adds right after her, sounding as if he was going to burst in tears, "we missed you so much baby girl."
I pause dead in my tracks, coming to the realization of what's happening. As if getting hit by a train, I feel myself start to cry rivers. "Dad? Mom?" I call out softly, scared it would all go away as quickly as it came on.
Both of them start to cry as well before they run over and embrace me. Suddenly, turning me into the little girl they remember me being.
"You got so big pumpkin," my dad says, tears still in his eyes, as he kisses my forehead.
"You've grown up to be quiet the lady y/n," my mother says as she wipes tears from her eyes.
"Is this real? Did I somehow die? Are we in heaven or my dreams?" I ask in total disbelief of the situation.
My mother and father hold hands and sit down with me laid across their laps like the little girl I appeared to be. But I honestly didn't care. I'd stay like this. I'd stay like this forever if I could. If it were possible.
"Nope, unfortunately this is just a dream. But we are real. We felt you needed some guidance from us." My mother says as she sweeps a hair over my ear.
"What's wrong sugar pea? You seem to be stuck." My dad adds on with fatherly concern. Something I'd never thought I'd hear again. I don't think I heard him ask me what's wrong since the last time I scraped my knee at the park.
"Mom, dad....are you guys disappointed in me? Am I not doing enough? Is that why you're here?" I bury my face into my mom's leg like a child and hold back tears incase they say yes.
"Baby," mom says as she strokes my hair gently. "We could never be. Even if we tried. We are just so darn proud of you."
"Yeah, what your mom said. You're the perfect daughter we always hoped for."
"Even after all the bad stuff I did?"
"Sugar pea, everyone makes mistakes, some bigger than others. But it's all on the cosmic line of destiny and what's meant to or not meant to happen. You never did anything wrong intentionally, and we love you and forgive you because we understand." My dad reaches out to hold my hand. And we hold onto each other forever. Never wanting to let go again.
"We saw you met Rick Sanchez. He's kind of a jerk huh? Guess no one foresaw that coming." My mom adds jokingly after a moment. All of us kinda chuckling for a moment.
"Yeah, I'm sorry..."
"Don't be sorry, it's not your fault," dad comforts me.
"Do you like him? He seems nice enough..." my mom asks with a raised brow.
"I think he's one of the coolest people I've ever met. He understands me and everything I say. I'm not sure if it's because he's smart or he secretly cares for me too."
"But you seem hesitant to be around him now. Is it because what he said?" My mom looks at me with a bit more stern expression.
My dad adds after I nod, "you know, I always thought I'd be around to give you a talking to about boys." He chuckles, clearly saddened by the circumstances. "He's just saying that to push you away. He doesn't mean it. I'm sure he actually enjoys having you around. Although I'm not sure how I'd feel if you guys started dating."
"But what if he's right? If I wasn't a fugitive, he'd have never taken me in. And I'd be stuck without him and his science. I wouldn't be able to complete the mission you guys left me. This goal, that I've spent my entire life to complete... without him I couldn't do it." I glance back up at the both of them, scared of what they think of my progress.
My parents look at each other for a moment before my mom sighs, and gives me an understanding look. "You lived all these years in hopes of fulfilling our dreams and wishes...they should've died alongside us. I'm sorry you had to take it with you this long."
Dad adds in, "yeah y/n, it was unfair of us to put that pressure on you. To be honest in the heat of the moment, we just wanted to preserve everything about our culture and planet with you. But, it's been how many years now? Goodness I can't count it. You've been an amazingly perfect daughter this whole time.-"
I feel the water works streaming down my face again, hearing them tell me this. "BUT I WASNT A PERFECT DAUGHTER! I KILLED PEOPLE! I BLEW UP A WHOLE PLANET!"
Putting a hand on my back lovingly, my mom comments softly, "you have to learn to forgive yourself. Otherwise it'll keep eating at you. It was an accident. You didn't mean it."
"They didn't deserve to die." I look away from them feeling ashamed.
"Now don't be that way. No one deserves anything, but stuff still happens. We didn't deserve to die either, but here we are." Getting my attention back, my dad smiles softly. "You know what? We gave you a terrible burden. If you don't want to fulfill your mom and my dream, don't."
"What do you mean?" I sniffled and wipe my eyes.
"It means you can do whatever you want. Be your own person. No matter what you choose to do, we will still love you and will be proud of you. Full heartedly." My mom kisses my forehead now as well.
"I don't have to make a safe place in space for everyone?"
"Nope." They both say.
"Then what do I do now?"
My mom chuckles at my questions, "whatever you want sweetie. The universe is yours. If you want to just travel and adventure the rest of your life, or settle down and have a family, we'd be plenty proud. You already made us proud. All those years and you never gave up on trying to fulfill our dreams. It's okay for you to live your life now. Be your own person and make your own decisions."
I pause, letting the reality of what that means sink in. "You promise? I can do that and you won't be mad? You don't care if I fulfill your dreams?"
"We promise," they both say before my dad continues on. "We couldn't never be mad at you baby. Plus, like I said earlier, those are the dreams of ghosts. Don't live in the loop of the past."
I sit up and pull them both in for a hug. And we stay embracing each other's company for what feels like an infinite eternity, but in a good way. "I love you guys."
"We love you too y/n," is all i remember as I slowly start to wake up from my dream.
I wake up on the couch, disoriented, scared, alone, and honestly confused. "Was that dream...real? Like a vision or something? Or was that all made up..." taking a minute to gather myself and recuperate the information laid in front of me, I sit up and think silently.
"No...it definitely wasn't just a regular dream. It felt...to real..." I hold my arms and bring my knees to my chest. Feeling depressed about not being able to see my parents longer. I wish they were here with me...
As I sit for who-knows-how-long, I start to process everything that happened. "Did they tell me to do whatever I want? I think they did...if i remember correctly they said I didn't have to follow through with their dreams...but...I've never had any ambitions other than to achieve their goal. What do I do now? Whatever I want I guess. But what does that even mean? Where do I go from here? What about all the progress I've already made? Does that mean nothing? Should I keep going anyways?" Questions start to race through my head, anxiety rapidly starting to tighten my chest to the point I can't breathe. I fall to the floor, gripping my chest as the thoughts race through my head.
"S-stop, I c-can't stop thin-thinking!" I cry a little as everything just comes together before falling apart again. Eventually I black out from the lack of air in my lungs. But I wake up not too long after.
Taking a deep breath as I now lay on the floor, I decide it's time for a distraction before I go crazy. Slowly getting up, I have one destination in mind. Walking out of the house and locking the door behind me, I find myself heading in the direction of the bar.
As I'm walking, I notice the sun is still pretty early in the sky. I must've slept through the rest of the day yesterday. That figures. Whatever, one more day is nothing to me anyways.
After an endless, torturous, and numbing walk I finally find myself at the entrance. I wasn't sure if they were open or not, but I was going to get a drink one way or the other.
Eventually, after 5 minutes of standing outside I finally go to open the door. Inside is rather small and rustic. Clearly nothing special as it's been here for years. There's a few people inside, but hardly anyone. And for all I know, the few people could've just been workers.
"Hey miss, lost? This place is for people over 21." A guy at the counter says as he cleans an already-spotless glass.
I walk forward and take a seat as I say, "son, you have no idea how old I am. At least a thousand years older than you. I don't know. I forgot. How long do humans live again?"
He chuckles as if hearing a common joke that's been said to him. He doesn't question it further or even ask for an ID. It's like he can tell he doesn't need to ask anything. Without a word, he starts making me a cute little daiquiri. Slicing some strawberries and sliding it along the rim before coating it in sugar and all.
Sliding it across the counter to me, he smiles. "Enjoy. When you're ready for the next one let me know."
I simply nod as he walks off. Taking a look at the drink, I can already tell I'm about to drink the place dry before I feel anything. Or maybe I'm drinking not to feel. I'm so lost at this point I have no idea what to think. I thought I did, but not anymore.
Taking a sip, I find it's super sweet, but not what I came here for. I still drink it all though because the guy was just being thoughtful. Quickly finishing it, I flag him over.
"That was quick. You are aware it's a Wednesday morning, right?"
"It's Wednesday?! Damn I was asleep for two days...eh...give me the hard stuff please. I'm trying to not feel anything right now, if you know what I mean." I slide him the empty cup.
"Sounds like you're having a rough week." he says as he pulls out a glass and pours some booze straight from the bottle.
"More like a rough night. I had a reality shattering dream, and now I don't know what to do with myself." I grab the glass as he hands it over and take a sip. It's disgusting and I kinda gag a little at both the smell and taste. But I'm sure I'll get used to it.
The bar tender seems to be interested in talking now. Probably because it's like 5 AM and no customers. But also I think he just finds me amusing in general considering I don't like the taste of booze, yet here I am. "You don't say. If you don't mind me asking, what was it about? You were sleeping for two days right? A lot must've happened."
I take a swig of the drink, gag again before trying to figure out how to explain it to him. At least the short version. "Are your parents alive?" I ask kinda quietly, taking another drink.
"My mom is, my dad was a firefighter and died a few years ago."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Sounds like he was a brave man." I say still softly, not looking him in the eyes.
"He was. He was a great father too. But why ask?" He seems so genuine that I think we find each other fascinating.
"Both of my parents passed in a tragedy when I was just an infant. But I still remember them both very clearly." I pause. Putting together how to explain my situation to him.
"I'm sorry for your loss as well. Was your dream about them? Is that why you ask?"
I smile slightly, wanting to laugh at all the misfortunes in my life. As if there's anything else I could do but laugh. I restrain myself though, "it was. But before I get to that, I want to tell you how I've lived my life up until now. I lived in a very structured life. Reading, science, experiment, nerdy stuff that kept me in line. I did everything I could to be as smart and knowledgeable as freaken Einstein. - which by the way-" I take a huge chug of the glass, finishing it in one gulp and asking for another. As he pours more I continue on, " he's not that smart. His black hole theory? Not even close. Although a cool concept to say the least. I don't expect humans to get it right for at least another couple thousand years. But anyways I'm getting side tracked."
The man at the bar quickly interrupts me, "sorry for interrupting but, you make it sound like you're really old. But you look like you're what? 21? And that's being generous."
I smile and giggle a little at his comment, "thanks for the compliment, but no. I'm old as fuck. But anyway that's not important. Before my parents died, they told me to provide a safe haven for all life. So that there could be peace. And you know what? That's exactly what I aim to do." I pause and sigh as I have to correct myself. "Sorry I suppose I meant aimed to do. In the process of all that, I also wanted to do it because I thought it would somehow bring my family back. That my culture would re-emerge from the ashes and rise again. But I know now that I was a fool." I stop talking for a minute and drink the next glass before asking for another. The man seems hesitant but does so. Eventually I continue. "I spent my whole life trying to achieve the dream they set out for me. But, last night, in my dreams they told me to let it go. That it was the wishes of the past -dead people- if you will. I should be free to live my life and create my own goals. They said they'd be proud of me no matter what. Even if I don't follow through with their dreams."
"Well it sounds like you should be glad to be relieved of such a burden. Right? Like now you get to live your life. No more science, studying, and all that stressful junk. You can live free and make your own choices." He pours me another drink as I finish the last one and listen to him talk.
"You would think so..." I say softly. I can't tell him everything because I know he wouldn't understand. Human brains have trouble comprehending that there is other life out in space. Last thing I need to tell him is I'm an alien.
"Well why do you sound so unhappy about it?"
"Why?" I think about it for a moment, drinking yet again another glass. The bar tender seems to want to slow me down, so he stalls on pouring me the next cup. "It's probably because I've never had an original idea. I don't make choices on my own. I did whatever brought me closer to my parents dream. I never really had to think about it or what I did. I just figured I'd get there eventually. But now that system has fallen apart. What do I do from here? Life is pointless without a goal. So what's mine? Is there a point in living further? Where do I go from here? What happens to a the progress that I've made till now?"
"That's some heavy line of questioning there. I definitely don't think your life is meaningless now. I think your parents are just trying to let you discover yourself. They saw how unhappy you were deep down and decided to free you of that burden. As for what you do next? I don't know. I can't be the person to tell you that." He pauses thoughtfully as he passes me the next drink. "That's something you'll have to decide for yourself. If you like science and all that studying you've been doing up to this point, no one says you have to stop. You can just use science for something else. I don't know, like make a cure for cancer-"
I quickly correct him, "there's already a cure for cancer. The government is just stealing the money from tax payers and charities to pay for their own plans. Military, weapons, nuclear weapons, political agendas, ect."
"Okay well, maybe that was a bad example. But do you get what I'm saying?"
"I guess so. I just...I just want everything to work out, yet I just don't know how to do it."
He smiles and chuckles to himself for a moment. "For someone who seems to be so smart, you certainly over complicate things. Just do whatever you want. Become a scientist and do research for yourself. No one says you can't be one just because it correlates to your parents dreams. They are saying to start making your own choices. What does your conscious tell you?"
I look into his eyes, feeling the sincerity and truth in every word. "You talk to a lot of people like me, don't you?"
"Occasionally. Most of the people I talk to like to just bitch about their wives or work."
Smirking a little I nod and roll my eyes before drinking from another round. "I think my conscious is telling me to drink more and worry about it later. I'm pretty sure I had a panic attack not that long ago. So I'd rather think about other stuff."
"That works too. If that's the case I can leave you be, the next two rounds are on the house. I have a feeling you'll be here awhile." He glances at how many cups I've already drank and how sober I still look. "...or maybe I'll just leave the bottle."
We both smile at each other, knowing he's exactly right, before he pre-pours me the drinks and heads out.
Sighing depressedly, I swish my drink around in the cup before chugging it and moving onto the next cup. Which doesn't last very long either.
It's going to be a long, long day.
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The Sanchez Chemical Reaction
FanficRick couldn't help but be intrigued. There was something about you that caught his eye - your intelligence, your curiosity, your unwavering persistence, and your similarly tragic backstory. You had been a regular visitor to his lab, always eager to...
