What If I Had

two - morty

*just a little visual, but yeah... this is me, the only thing that's missing are my freckles*

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After falling through the green hole thing, I hadn't much time to really scream. It was more of a gasp. What really took my breath away was where I had ended up.

I had fallen through horizontally, landing on Yellow Shirt's chest as he flew backwards.

"Huh? Who the fuck are you? D'you mind getting off my grandson?"

I look up to see a tall, lanky old man with odd spiky bluish-grey hair. With a flash tightly gripped in one hand and this weird remote thing in the other, he intently stared down at me in somewhat of a drunken stupor.

After getting up off of Yellow Shirt and muttering a quick apology, I replied as I looked around. "Where am I?"

"Nowhere you need to know about." Is all he says before shoving me back through the wormhole.

In the five seconds I was able to look around, I saw blue-leafed trees with white fruits in them and purple grass and a orange sky.

I didn't know what to think of it. Of what I had just seen.

In a matter of seconds, I was pushed back into the shrub by the front door. Stepping out from the wormhole gracefully was Yellow Shirt and his psychotic grandpa.

"Seriously, wh-what the hell was that?" I stuttered, struggling to climb out of the patch of plant. Yellow Shirt lend me a hand and I gladly took it.

"What you just saw was n-*belch*-none of your business, so I'd suggest you get off of our property before I--"

"Hey, I was invited here, so--"

"By who? Na--" Yellow Shirt cut him off. "Come on, Rick, g-give her a break, will ya?" He whined, but now I'm certain that's just how he talks.

"How come we've never seen you here before?" The man asks me, tucking the remote away in his lab coat before crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, he's seen me before at school," I point at Yellow Shirt. "But, yeah, I live right across from you guys." I point to my house. "Now, how come I've never seen you here before?"

"Wait a minute, you're Gerald's daughter? I mean, we've heard about you, even talked about you, but just never se-*belch*-en you before." He ignored my question, examining me from head to toe.

"Yeah, I'm Gwen Song, the neighbour you never see..." I stick out my hand, waiting for either one of them to shake it.

"Good to know they had a Caucasian daughter this entire time." He sarcastically replied, rolling his eyes at me. "What's that supposed to mean?" I scowl.

"W-w-we just didn't think of you like this this entire time. Blue eyed, red-haired---" Yellow Shirt budded in.

"I'm actually more of a strawberry blonde but good guess, I guess," I awkwardly correct him. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"I'm Morty and this is my grandpa Rick."

"It's nice to meet you both--"

"Doesn't sound like it." Rick mutters before taking another swig from his flask. I roll my eyes at him.

"Anywho, now that I have you, may I talk to you about something?"

Rick belches again, cutting in, as if I was even talking to him. "Is it serious?"

"Yeah." I smirk as if it were the most obvious thing ever.

"Guess it'll have to wait then. Morty, let's get going." He pulls on his grandson's sleeve but to my surprise, Morty stays put. "Hold on, Rick. I-I-I think I should stay and listen to what Gwen has to say."