Little Concessions (Rick and Morty Fanfic)

Chapter Thirteen - Meeseeks and Destroy

So shortly after the Zigerion nonsense... Dad ended up getting fired from his job, rather harshly. He was very upset of course, who wouldn't be after getting fired. His boss was always a shitbird anyways, Mom never really liked him. Summer was struggling with science. She didn't understand the assignment she was given for homework. I asked her if she'd like my help because I'm decent with science, and she was learning about cosmology. She didn't want my help, saying that I might not know anything about cosmology yet because I'm a sophmore and she's a senior, so she was gonna ask Rick to help her because he's a scientist, he's gonna say no anyway. I also asked her if she'd want to go somewhere with me, but she said she's "obviously, like, too busy", so I'll just ask Morty, who must've just gotten back from somewhere with Rick. We really hadn't done anything together in a while, as I've mentioned before, since Rick came into our lives. Still feeling left out, but I still wanna at least try and not look that way. We used to go to arcades, he's kick my ass in air hockey, and I was a master at claw machines. Instead of going to the arcade over here... I thought that we could go to Blips and Chitz, an intergalactic alien arcade in the middle of space. It's a fun place I like to go to sometimes, not often because of time.

"Ugh, this stupid thing!" Mom sighed to herself, annoyed that our dishwasher isn't working properly. It's not washing dishes, it's been doing this for a few days now, we'd load the dishwasher, do what we'd normal do, and it doesn't wash anything. It might be time for a new dishwasher anyway.

"Didn't Dad fix it yesterday?" I asked.

"He did, or I think he tried to... you know how he is and "fixing" things."

"Do you need my help with anything?"

"No, Jules, I'm fine, thanks. Uh, why don't you work on homework or something? I'll figure this out." She said, kneeling back down a little to look closer into the dishwasher.

"Ok." I then walked out of the kitchen. Before I could walk into the living room, I heard yelling coming from the garage. They must be back from wherever. It sounds like fighting, I mostly hear Morty's voice.

"-I-I'm done with these insane adventures! That was really traumatizing! I quit! I'm out!" I walked up closer to the closed garage door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on, Morty, don't-don't-don't be like that! The universe is a crazy, chaotic place."

"You're the one that's crazy and chaotic!" Oof. "Adventures are supposed to be simple and fun!"

"Oh, yeah, Morty, yeah. Yeah, that-that-that's real easy to say from the sidekick position. But-but uh, how about next time you be in charge, and then we'll talk about how simple and fun it is?"

"Seriously, Rick? Y-y-you'll let me- let me call the shots?"

"Ok, yeah, fine. But let's make it interesting, Morty. I-i-i-if your adventure sucks and we bail halfway through it, you lose the right to bitch about all future adventures. Plus, you have to do my laundry for a month."

"Ok, alright, tough guy! But if my adventure's good, I get to be in charge of every third adventure!"

"Every 10th." Mom then left the kitchen and made her way towards me.

"Deal. Alright. Well, come on, let's get going." She then opened the door to the garage. Dang it, no more eavesdropping.

"Dad, the dishwasher's doing that thing again."

"Washing dishes?"

"No. The opposite. Can you fix it?"

"Grandpa Rick," Summer then walks into the garage, I also walked in, "can you help me with my science homework?"

"Yeah, j-just don't do it."

"Grandpa!"

"Hey, Rick," Finally Dad walked in holding a jar of mayonnaise, "you got some kind of hand-shaped device that can open this mayonnaise jar?"

"Wow, hat trick. Alright, Morty, let's put a pin in this. I gotta help your pathetic family."

"Ohh, that sounds like something a chicken would say. Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk!"

"Oh, Morty, you done did it this time. It's on! I can't wait to watch your adventure lay a huge fart. As for you dingdongs," Rick turned to us once again before reaching into a box filled with tools and other small items before pulling out a green and blue box with a blue button on the top, "This is a Meeseeks Box. Let me show you how this works. You press this." He demonstrated, pressing the blue button on the top, as he did, a blue alien like creature with a smile popped out of nowhere, stunning the group.

"I'm Mr. Meeseeks! Look at me!" The creature blurted out.

"You make a request. Mr. Meeseeks, open Jerry's stupid mayonnaise jar." Rick commanded.

"Yes, siree!" Mr. Meeseeks then obeyed. Picking up Dad's mayonnaise jar, easily opening it.

"Mr. Meeseeks fulfills the request."

"All done!"

"And then he stops existing." And as Rick said this, Mr. Meeseeks exploded into a big cloud.

"Whoa!"

"Oh my god, he exploded!" Summer exclaimed, shocked by the scene.

"Trust me, they're fine with it. Knock yourselves out, just keep your requests simple. They're not gods."

"Alright! Get out of here now! I got a bet to win!" Morty then came to us, shoving us out of the garage.

"Actually, wait, stay here, J." Morty stopped me from exiting.

"What's this?" Rick said, pointing at me.

"Since I'm in charge of this next adventure, anything I say goes, right? So... She's coming with us." Morty said, smiling. I was taken aback a little.

"Oh, yeah-yeah, nope. No girls, especially no Juuulia. That wasn't part of the deal."

"It is now."

"No it's not. She's staying here."

"No she's not."

"It's ok, I can wait until you guys get back."

"And that you will. Its Rick and Morty, Morty. Not Rick and Morty and Julia. That doesn't sound right. Girls are bad luck, especially red heads with pale ass skin. You'll see her when we get home."

"Oh, like, when? 11:00 at night. I barely ever see her anymore because you drag me everywhere."

"Tough titties."

"You know what, Rick? How about this for a tough-tough tit? She comes with us, or I don't go with you ever again."

"Ugh..."

"B-b-bawk."

"Oh... that's it. F-fine." Rick glared at both of us before walking out of the garage and towards his car.

"Are we going?!" Rick asked, pissed off. Morty looked at me, fist bumping.

"Uh, let me just get one thing." I said with a small smile, feeling great, feeling included.