The Diary

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       Sitting in my garage, drunk as hell, I found myself wishing Morty were here again. It was annoying having to get up and grab all this shit myself every 30 seconds. First a screwdriver, then a fucking watch, I just couldn't catch a break. At least with Morty I didn't have to sit and figure out what I had been working on before I stood up.

       I leaned back in my desk chair, running my hands through my hair and down my face. I hadn't slept properly. I was constantly running from members of the Galactic Federation, Morty's brainwaves no longer keeping them out. I was constantly hounded, to the very point where it was hard to sleep without worrying that something would happen while I was tossing and turning fitfully in my dreams.

       I groaned, "It's too eugh hard to even breathe with eugh without wondering if they're gonna-gonna put some shit into the air." My fist slammed down onto the desk before I could even realize what I was doing. Again, I found myself alone in the house, wondering if any of my companions had escaped the Federation yet. No doubt they were under heavy surveillance, finally being found by that bitch Tammy. I scowled, the memory of Bird Person's wedding still fresh in my brain, though it'd been years since then.

       The prototype sitting before me soon found itself barreling to the concrete floor, smashing back into the pieces I'd worked so hard to put together. I kicked it a few times, the large pieces scattering across the floor.

       "It's too fucking hard without eugh that-that little shit here," I muttered into the empty house. My voice echoed from blank walls, the concrete base of the garage having been a familiar sight over the years.

*~*~*~*~*~*

       I must've fallen asleep on my desk because I was jolted awake when a hand pressed to my forehead. "Dad, are you alright? You've been different lately." I swatted Beth's hand away, sitting up and rubbing my face, "Yea, sweetheart, I'm alright. Just eugh getting old, you know?" I chuckled lightly, not really in a joking mood. I had to keep it up for her though. She wouldn't leave me alone if I said something was bothering me. The same way her mother would be. Stubborn and relentless until something was talked out and one of us got over a problem.

       "I'm gonna go out for eugh for a bit, Beth. I-I-I'll come back soon, I eugh I just need to not be here for-for a few days." I grabbed some stuff and shoved it into my pockets, taking my portal gun with me.

        "I'm gonna go live with shitheads eugh until this is sorted out."

       Beth nodded, walking away and sniffling all of a sudden, "Okay, dad. Please come back." Every time she said this, something tugged at my heart. "Yea, sure."

       132 here I come, ready or not fuckers.