Time Travel Is A Hoax

A Paradox Has No End

Michael was shoved, him hitting the corner of the counter,the edge jabbed in his side. As a loud, painful grunt came from him, the click of the only door being lock made him worry. "What's wrong Rick?" He asked, Rick scowling.

He grabbed Michael by the collar of his shirt, the two men being almost the exact same size. "Don't play st--uurgh--pid." Rick gritted his teeth.

"What?" Michael sounded confused. Rick ignored his worried shouting as he turned Michael to look directly at the chip on his neck. The blue blinking micro-chip was the size of the end of Rick's thumb, little green and yellow dots blinking as it worked. Rick looked completely angry, not exactly sure how to fix this.

"Shit, I do--ooegh--n't know what will happen if I rip it out..." Rick mumbled. He shrugged, if you can't remove something--just hit it until it works, right? Or more like, doesn't work. Rick's hand connected with the back of Michael's neck in a loud smack, Michael audibly choking.

After the third time, Michael finally turned and shoved Rick away. Michael seemed to get mad, or scared, or both--probably both. Nevertheless, Michael stumbled backwards, him almost falling but managed to catch himself on the edge of the counter again. Neither of them spoke for a minute, Rick just glaring at him.

Michael didn't smile. Rather, he shook his head, it easing the pain a tad, then scowled at Rick. "What the absolute fuck." Michael said in a bitter tone, Rick's glare softening.

"Hey, idiot. You okay?" Rick asked.

"Yea I'm fine," He said in a sarcastic tone. "You know, aside from you just trying to choke me!" He sounded mad, really mad.

"Well you were acting we--errgh--weird." Rick stated.

Michael looked at him when he burped before looking around again. "Figured, that'd be the only reason why you would do that." Michael commented.

Rick didn't reply, but changed the topic to one he figured he should ask about now. "What happened?" Was all he could ask, not exactly sure where to start.

"Well, after our little test gone wrong," Michael stated calmly. "I had been sent to another demension, one that mixed technically advanced cities with one's that werent." Rick nodded, both of them vrossing their arms. "I tried to tell someone what happened, that I need to get back."

"But they thought you were insane." Rick said, earning a laugh from michael.

"Insane? They looked like I was a ghost trying to show them the 'past, present and future'." Michael sighed. "Anyways, they sent me to a clinic that was extreamly advanced--them putting a chip in the back of my neck to make me--'normal'--" He scowled again at the thought. "They had conditioned me to become--whoever was just at you dinner--and so forth. Wel, I got transfered to another clinic and they weren't so advanced."

Rick raised an eyebrow. "They were doing electroshock therapy on me, claiming it would help." Rick's eyes narrowed. "But it must of short-circuit ed the chip and made me go haywore, jumping out the window and you know the rest."

After the whole story, Rick gave a long sigh, not exactly sure what to say. Before he could say anything, there was a loud bang on the door, Rick able to see Michael jolt. "Rick, open this damn door!" Jerry shouted.

Rick rolled his eyes, going to unlock and swing the door open. "If it's about the toaster I don't want to hear it." He replied bitterly.

"Do I even want to know?" Michael aked, Rick shaking his head.

"Beth has been worried sick about our 'guest'." Jerry said the last word almost with a sneer as if he hated michael. Granted, the man did come in and anyone who Rick brings us never good. "You ran from dinner and we heard choking and something fall, she's been anxious."

"Tell her we're fine," Michael interrupted, Rick looking at him seeing as how he about to say the same thing. Jerry glared at the two of them before shutting the door. "Jackass," Michael whispered under his breath, Rick merely nodding.

"So, how has your 'demensional travel' going?" Michael asked, Rick shrugging.

"Got it to wo--oerggh-work." He said, his burp making Michael roll his eyes slightly. He pulled out the small gun-like device with a tiny vile of green at the top of the white material.

Michael look at it for a minute, a smile spreading across his face. "Can I use it?" He asked, Rick shaking his head. "Was my theory used to make it?" Rick nodded, Michael overjoyed. "I thought it would take a giant mavhine--but it being this small, it's impossible!"

Rick just waved off the comment, taking in the compliment with greed. "I won't be using it for a while, gotta find a new person to help besides morty."

"Why?" Michael asked.

He did a horrid mocking voice of Jerry, him sounding like what hepatitis would sound like if it was human. Is that what he hears when Jerry talks? Yea. "He's failing his classes. Why do yo--eerrgha--you take him out of class!? Only 7 hours in the past month? Finals!" He went back to talking normally, looking fed up. "Ya get it?" Michael nodded.

"Maybe I could?" Michael suggested.

Rick furiously shook his head. "And have you get lost in another 'adventure'? No."

Michael scowled at Rick, the man mirroring the expression. Rick eventually caved, him knowing that once Michael said he was going to do something, there would be nothing to stop him. "You're a stubborn nerd," Rick stated, Michael smiling.

"Learned from the best." He replied.

Rick thought and grabbed a piece of paper, writing something down on it before folding it twice. "Let's make this a be--eerogh--bet. We both come back alright, I'll let you see the formula for the portal device." He waved the paper a bit before tucking it in his pocket. Michael nodded eagerly before Rick chuckled. "Let's get you some new clothes first, want your old outfit back?"

Michael looked confused. "What?"

"A device I made, it can take items from photos and make them." Michael looked facinating and nodded. Rick dug around in boxes before finding an old photo of the two of them--it was the science fair Michael had dragged Rick to. Of course Rick knew everything there, but Michael still loved it all the same.
"A few adjustments..." Rick mumbled, messing with the sizes to enlarge the clothes to be about his size.

Within a second, a bright flash, and a buzzing sound later, Michael blinked as he saw another Michael standing in the room wearing his old clothes. He was going to say hi to the new michael, but the new Michael quickly turned purple in the face and fell to the ground.

Michael almost screamed. "Did he just--" He yelled.

"Die?" Rick asked, then nodded. "It can't make what's on the inside--lungs and the or--oorgh--gans." Rick stated. He turned the body into a tiny crystal using a different item, putting the red tiny crystal in his pocket. "Now I have an extra battery."

Michael looked horrified, his eyes wide and mouth agape. "I just saw me die! How are you calm?!"

"Not you, a version of you." Rick explained with a long sigh. "And I've seen a lot worse than that." He stated in a stern tone. Michael blinked before gulping, not wanting to know what he meant by that. Rick broke the tension by picking up the clothes on the floor and handing them to Michael.

After a while, the two were ready to go. Michael wore his dark purple jacket with tan leather pads on his elbows, a white short sticking out of the ends, it being slightly longer than the jacket, untucked, not able to see his black belt. He also had tan pants with dark purple leather pads on his knees, them going over his mismatched socks inside light gray shoes. "Fits perfectly." He stated.

Rick coughed a casual, "nerd," being thrown in there. He saw Michael frown at him before smiling. "Ready to go?" Michael nodded. Rick pointed the demensional traveling gun at the wall, a green portal opening and Michael tried to stand infront of it and look through. Rick shoved him in, a small scream before he vanished, Rick shortly following with a smile and a shake of his head.