Time Travel Is A Hoax

Night Terrors on Elk Road

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The parts written like "text" is the dream.
END AUTHOR'S NOTE.

Everybody has nightmares from time to time, and normally it's just being chased by a clown or something along the lines. But night Terrors are completely different--they're more violent and horrifying, it often resulting in violent outbreaks, and so forth. Lucky enough for the family, none of them were suffering from them on this night--after all, why would they after all, epically rick! He just found his best friend he thought was dead!

But Michael isn't part of the family is he...let the dreams begin.

There was a loud creak of metal screaming against the bumpy tile floor. Michael sluggishly swung his head from side to side, each side of his face getting a feel of the freezing cold  chair he was strapped to. A loud laugh came through, it making his eyelids peel back with a sickening glue being remove from your hand sound. His bright green eyes looked around, the sight of Rick confusing him.

"Rick, what are you--" He paused as he tried to get up, the feeling of restraint and the stomacn-twisting smell of fried human flesh becoming all too familiar. He tried to jerk his limbs free of the restraints, the thick leather straps just leaving burns on his arms.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Rick mocked, a small dial under his hand. Nevertheless, Michael knew well what he had his hand on, his eyes wide like planets. He shook his head, a small noise following a serge of pain going from his head to his spine, hollowing his bones.

A loud shriek woke the whole house, the rooms that had been cast in darkness being simultaneously illuminated with clicks of switches.  Morty stood in the hallway confused, Beth and Jerry standing in their bedroom doorway with Summer doing the same. Rick seemed to be the last one who woke up, Jerry about to bang on the guest room door.

He slammed open the door, darting down the hall, knowing well what was going on. Rick had seen this before in college. Him and Michael used to share a dorm room, and he found out he had suffered from many nightmares the hard way--finals week with a screaming man when he slept--fun.

"Stop!" Michael begged, Rick just smiling as he turned up the voltage for the next round.

"Remember this place?" He asked, Michael nodding in fear as his eyes reddened. "How they changed you?" Michael froze, not responding as Rick scowled. "Well?" Another wave of electricity was sent through his with a scream as he balled his fists.

"I remember!" He shouted, repeating it as he mumbled, choking back tears. "The clinic, it was supposed to help--" a sharp pain made him go silent .

Rick ran down the stairs ignoring all the worried questions Morty was asking, as well as Jerry's furious shouting. Getting into the living room, he saw Bumble protectively standing over Michael. The animal seemed to grow larger since they came home, Bumble being a Tygrophilan.

Don't know what a Tygrophilan is? It's a species of animals that get larger when there's danger or something like it. The more danger=a bigger, ferocious animal that returns to normal when danger is gone.

Rick grumbled at this, Bumble the size of a lion. It growled at Rick, the rest of the family stopping on the stairs inshock. "I'm going to help him, Bumble." Rick told the monster, Bumble growling as it got close to Rick. It sniffed Rick before giving one loud growl and nodding. Rick sighed and thought for a minute.

"Bumble make sure none of these idiots touch anything." He directed pointing to the family, more specifically Jerry. He was about to argue, but Bumble's roar made Jerry silent.

Another volt followed by another, each increasing in pain as Rick just stood there, watching. "Don't cry," He told Michael as tears ran down his face, him not saying a word. "Like I've told you before--I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm trying to fix you." Michael scowled at Rick before Rick turned the voltage up to 150, Michael pleading for him to stop but the shock made him arch his back off the chair in pain.

Rick went into the garage, the toe-curling screams coming from the living room making it hard for him to think. He grabbed the device him and Morty had used before to get Morty an A in math--his 'totally not inception will you shut the fuck up Morty' device. (yes, that its the title Rick gave it) He rushed back into the living room and saw Michael kicking and trashing around on the couch. Bumble must of been keeping him still since the creature was pinning him so he didn't hurt himself. Bumble was snarling at the group, him defending the two while Rick did what he had to do. 

In order to get the device into Michael's ear, he had to pin down the screaming man, his breath rigid and quick, him mumbling nonsense as he turned the device on. Rick put one in his own ear and turned it on, his grasp quickly loosening as he fell into a sleep-like state to enter his dream.  

The cries of Michael echoed down the hallways, all hollow wood, but rotting from the insides--maggot-filled and trembling to Rick's horror. He looked around, thick white metal doors with bars and black numbers painted on, the paint flaking. "Ah, good ol' home I guess." He bitterly mumbled, him assuming this was the mental clinic Michael had  been in. He heard another cry followed by a flash of light coming from the end of the hall. A pit fell into his stomach at the sight, him running to the end of the hall and seeing...himself?

"Don't resist it! I'm trying to help you for fuck's sake!" The dream Rick screamed at michael, turning the voltage up once more. "Now, what did I teach you about how you're going to live after I help you?"

Michael was terrified, him looking pitiful--but there was a look that made rick made--a look of being broken. "M-Marry a nice woman and have a fam-family." He told him shyly.

"And why can't you do that now?" Dream rick asked, normal rick scowling as he watched.

"Because," Rick waited for an answer. "Fuck you, that's why! I can marry who ever I want!" Another wave of pain was sent through him. "I don't care! Shock me as many times as you want, I still wont change!" Another scream came from him, horror struck on his face until the real Rick slammed his fist into the dream Rick's face, him landing on the ground with a loud thud. 

Rick fought the other Rick for a moment, the real rick managing to knock the other out cold for the moment. He ran and turned the machine off, going over to Michael and undoing the straps. "Get away from me!" Michael shouted in terror, Rick grabbing his arms as he tried to strike him. A scream came from Michael, Rick letting him. 

"Hey!" Rick spoke. "I'm not going to hurt you!" Michael seemed to look at him for a moment, noticing how the grasp Rick held was gentle yet strong as if he was a piece of broken glass, trying not to cut his fingers. Michael's legs seemed to give out, him hitting Rick's chest with a soft thud and grasping onto his lab coat once Rick let go of his arms. Quickly, Rick wrapped his arms around Michael in a hug, trying to get him to calm down. He hated to show a gentle, caring side, but he knew now was not the time to be a stubborn smart-ass. "It's okay..." He told him, allowing Michael to stay there for a while.

After a few minutes of Michael screaming, he calmed down, Rick's hand still grasping his arm as Rick hit the floor causing Michael to slide off the couch as well. It seemed like perfect timing as Rick opened his eyes, a loud thud could be heard as Michael hit him, the two looking like they had been sleeping on the floor for a while. Michael soon opened his eyes, looking around before sitting up quickly to make sure everything was alright. Rick stood up, him brushing off some lint from his blue shirt. 

Bumble went over to Michael, the rest watching as Bumble nudged Michael's arm with a soft purr. Michael shakily pet his head, Bumble soon returning to his original, house-cat size. Rick gave a long sigh, the rest asking if Michael was okay and Michael nodded. "Sorry guys..." Michael mumbled, most of them waving it off and returning upstairs.

I said most...Rick wan't included. He scowled at Michael who frowned. "Explain, now." Rick demanded.