The Diary

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AN: Before I begin, I'm going to try to clear up any confusion.
Morty did, in fact, kiss Rick. And he did leave for college and meet Daemon. That's the only part that didn't turn out to be part of his fanfiction in Morty's journal.

Read The Journals if you haven't and stumbled across this, ignoring the whole "Book Two" thing in the description.
I love you knuckleheads for enjoying this sin.
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What the fuck? Morty kissed me! "What the eugh the fuck is his problem?! Who the hell eugh ki-kisses their grampa?!" Angrily, I threw the empty whiskey bottle against the wall, hearing Morty downstairs. He was getting ready to leave, Beth and Jerry helping him move his shit out. Summer couldn't make it down. She was in the middle of finals for this semester, unable to miss a day. But she'd been as proud of Morty as the rest of us. The rest of them.

With Morty leaving, I couldn't go anywhere. There was no way in hell I would be able to get another Morty without Beth chewing my ass out for replacing her son, and there would be no way to hide him that didn't involve leaving this damn planet. Emitting a low growl, I snarled and threw another empty bottle from the floor at a nearby mirror. My reflection shattered, separating among the shards. As broken as I'd been once upon a time. Now I was fixed with an alcohol paste, holding the shitty pieces together. This wasn't death, no, but it didn't count as life. I would clarify my existence as 'not-death'.

I ripped my lab coat off, yanking my flask from the pocket and walking out my door. I passed Summer's old room, pausing to look out the window. I moved closer, seeing Morty hugging his dipshit father. I tsked, tossing the flask back. When I looked back out, I met Morty's gaze. He looked down quickly, pain in his eyes. Serves the pervert right. I hastily shut the curtain, running to my garage.

"You should have said goodbye to Morty, Rick. He looked so upset to be leaving, you know." Jerry was sitting at the kitchen table. Recently, he'd gotten an update for that stupid game. Now he earned prizes in real life.

He was really being scammed, but I didn't want to ruin the fun. He's still waiting on that cash prize. "I put in all my security information," he'd whined for an entire day.

"Get a fucking job, Jerry." The door slammed behind me as I walked into the garage, sitting at my desk. Beth had taken Morty to the college, so I was stuck with the imbecile. Gonna hide out here until she's back.

Sitting at my desk, chugging through my secret stash of various alcoholic liquids, I had no choice but to think, not in the mood to create or destroy anything for my amusement.

What the fuck kind of idiot falls in love with his grandfather? Seriously? What is it that made Morty do that? Did he catch something on one of our adventures? Did somebody brainwash him in order to attack me? Did he eat something wrong?
Why is this so difficult? He could've just kept up his act. 'Gee, Rick, y-yea, I-I still love Jessica'. It wouldn't have been so fucking difficult to make her love him! I knew what went wrong last time. It could be avoided this time. Why the fuck didn't he lie?!
I have the Mortiest Morty, that's for fucking sure. No other Morty woul-

"No other Morty would eugh w-would do that, ri-right?" I pondered this, as well as the countess other questions bombarding my superior mind. Sweeping the bottle to my lips, I chugged a thick, sweet liquid, feeling the alcoholic effects shortly after. I'd been drinking so much the past hour, it was hard to keep my head up.

How the hell am I supposed to know if another damn Morty would do that? I mean, it's not like a Rick would actually be with his Morty. It's wrong, it's gross, it's fucking repulsive. There's, what, like a 46 year difference between us? Ew...

The alcohol was definitely doing it's job well. "Thanks, liquor, f-eugh for always be-being there eugh there for me."

As my head fell forward, colliding with the desk, the bottle rolled from my fingers, landing on its side and rolling off the desk. With the final, resounding shatter of dark glass, I had a moment of revelation.

The kid took the damn portal gun. I'm gonna find a Morty like him and ask what the hell he's thinking.

I'm gonna find that son of a bitch and clear this up.