Little Concessions (Rick and Morty Fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen - Meeseeks and Destroy

"Oh my god, Morty, what a boring start to an adventure." Rick said as we went to some type of fantasy world. A village. A poor but almost inviting place, it is kind of beautiful here.

"I don't- w-w-w-why didn't we just go to Kentucky?" He added, looking around and getting grossed out by the scene of a couple of villagers shoveling up some goat poop from the ground, the whole place has that kind of smell, like a farm.

"Rick, this is a fantasy-type world with creatures and all sorts of fantasy things. W-we're going on a quest, ok?" Morty said, holding some type of map with some writing on it, almost couldn't figure out what was written on there, the handwriting was messy.

"Can't wait." Rick said sarcastically, immediately not enjoying being here, we've only been here for three minutes. Morty lead Rick and I to the middle of the village where there were villagers working, he stood up on a crate and spoke loudly to get everyone's attention.

"Ahem, excuse me! We are three humble heroes in search of adventure!" Morty called out, grabbing everyone's attention almost instantly.

"Oh my god, so embarrassing." Rick said facepalming, he wants to die. Suddenly a villager ran up to us almost in happiness, mostly in relief.

"At last! Three heroes! You must help us! This village is terribly poor,  yet the giant that lives in the clouds above has untold treasures." He said, pointing to the large vine looking thing in the distance, going upwards into the clouds. Ok, so Jack and the giant beanstalk?

"You know what? I-I-I-I accept your call to adventure, good sir, kind sir. Come on, guys," Morty said, leaping off the wooden crate he was standing on and running passed the villagers, "there's a giant in the clouds!" He was excited. I kind of was too, I couldn't help but smile at my little brother.

"Yeah. Beginner's luck." Rick said, rolling his eyes and walking forward. I wonder how Summer, Mom, and Dad are doing with the Meeseeks box.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We finally managed to climb the top of the beanstalk to get to  our destination. Well, actually not the very top, it goes way higher into the clouds but as we climbed and climbed we found a large house, almost a castle, and jumped through a window to enter the house. Thank god we didn't have to climb further, I hate heights and it felt like we were climbing for an hour. It might have been, we don't know.

"Finally." I said, rubbing my hands together, sore from the climb.

"Alright, Morty. W-w-we're in your stupid giant's castle. W-what do we do next?" Rick asked Morty in agitated tone, which bothered Morty a little. That's a huge jar or something. Cookies?

"Would you just relax, Rick? All we have to do is find the treasure room, ok? Its nice and simple. You know, I-I-I-I'm sorry everything's going so smoothly and adventurously." As soon as he said that, the room began to shake as we heard loud booming, it got louder and stronger almost every second, as if they were like footsteps... it could be!

"Uh-oh, Morty. Startin' to get a little hairy. What do you wanna do, boss?"

"Come on, hurry! Behind this cookie jar." Morty said and we quickly ran behind it as we heard more loud noises, this time its a  heavy voice.

"Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum!" Yeah, just like Jack and the giant beanstalk.

"Just give up, Morty. J-j-j-- this is game over. I'll take us home right now. You just say the word." Rick said with a smirk, Morty looked over at him with a glare.

"No way, Rick. This is all part of it. Adventure's have conflict. Deal with is."

"Hey, you don't think giants can smell tinier people, do you?" I asked.

"I smell the blood of- oh- whoop!!" Suddenly the table started to shake as if a rock or something had fell on it. Morty and I fell a little from our hiding spot. But it wasn't a rock. We ran over to the edge of the table and look down, it was the giant, with a pool of blood slowly forming from his head. His eyes were twitching a little as he made short gasps for air.

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god!"

"Oh, crap, he looks pretty bad down there, Morty. Look's like he's bleeding out." Then we all felt more shaking in the room and movement, that's when we saw another giant enter the room carrying a little giant baby.

"Oh, he has a family." I said.

"Had," Rick corrects me as he looked down at the injured giant on the floor as the pool of blood slowly grew, "I-I'm pretty sure that guy's fucked."

"Oh, jesus, Dale!!" The giant's giant wife cried out as she looked down at her seriously injured giant husband,  before finally noticing us on the table.

"You sons of bitches!"

"Oh, man!" She quickly grabbed a glass cup and threw it down on the  table, trapping all of us inside of it.

"Uh-oh." Rick said as she pulled out a giant phone, quickly dialing a number.

"Hello, 911? My husband has been attacked by tiny people! He's dying!" She cried out on the phone.

"Aw geez." Morty and I said in unison. I guess that's where I get that from.

"Fun adventure, kids. Reaaaaaally smooth."