The Diary

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        The second we made it through the portal, our feet connecting smoothly with the ground, my heart fell.

       Summer was slumped down against the wall, very likely unconscious. Mark was off, beating the shit out of some guy and barely standing. There were a few people passed out, but they weren't my biggest problem. Squanchy ran over and very quickly helped Mark take the guy out before he ran to Summer. I pushed past, trying to find Morty while Squanchy was trailing behind me. I didn't know this house, the layout was extremely new and unfamiliar.

       "Morty? Baby, talk to me." I tried to call out, but I didn't get a response. I walked through a few rooms, finding nobody else. Squanchy stopped, "Rick." I moved over to him and found another door. There were shuffling noises coming from behind it. I grabbed my gun and lightly moved the handle, finding it unlocked. As I pressed it open, I was terrified of what I would find on the other side.

       When it had opened completely, I gasped. My knees felt weak.

       Morty was tied to a chair, beaten and bruised. I couldn't tell if he was breathing, and that scared me. I moved closer, Squanchy following close behind, when I heard a familiar voice.

       "Got ya, Sanchez." I whipped my head around to find Daemon, a stupid grin playing on his face. He moved his jacket to reveal a badge before pulling his own gun out, "Rick Sanchez, you're under arrest for crimes against the Federation. You beat a member. That's the main one." He chuckled darkly, "Come with me and maybe Morty will make it out of this."

       My head was spinning, my chest tightening. I glanced over at Morty, his chest barely moving. He's alive. 

       I focused back on Daemon, unable to form words. He kept grinning, an amused glint in his eyes. I heard a familiar growl from behind me, watching the color drain from Daemon's face as he looked around. 

       "I think the squanch not." Squanchy stepped around me, now in his giant form, and Daemon turned to point the gun at Morty, failing as I kicked it away from him. "I don't care what you eugh do, Squanchy, but I don't want to see him alive again." I moved to Morty, gingerly lifting him over my shoulder and creating a portal as I heard horrified, anguished screams.

       Once I stepped through and laid Morty across my desk, I called for Beth and rummaged around in my boxes. "I'm so sorry, baby. You'll be okay, I promise." Morty was tossing his head around, soft groans emitting as he instinctively furrowed his brow. He was unconscious, but I couldn't tell if he could still feel the pain.

       Beth walked through the door and looked over at Morty, instantly covering her mouth and running to him. She way crying, "Morty, my poor baby." She grabbed his hand.

       "He'll be fine. Squanchy is taking care of eugh Daemon right now." I snarled, hating the name more than ever before, as I finally found what I was looking for. I pulled another syringe from a box, drawing a green liquid from a tube lying on my desk, and plunged it into Morty, watching as the bruises and scratches faded away. He was back to his normal self, as normal as he could be. I didn't know how he would be emotionally.

       His head turned for a second before he pried his eyes open, looking around. He looked up, his gaze meeting mine, and I couldn't help it. I started to cry, pulling Morty close to me. 

       "I'm s-so sorry I wasn't there." That was all I could manage to say, over and over again as I held him against me, afraid that if I let go, I'd lose him permanently.

       He ran his fingers through my hair lightly, crying as well but trying to comfort me. You were just beaten, and you're comforting me. You really are the Mortiest Morty.

      "It's alright. You were there, you fixed it. You fixed me." He continuously reassured me until I'd managed to calm down enough to stand. 

        I wrapped my arms around him again, lifting him up and carrying him throughout the house. Beth followed us out of the garage, wiping at her eyes and disappearing into another room. I carried Morty as he clung to me like a koala, not dropping him until we reached my room.

       "I don't care what they say. I'm gonna see you before our wedding. eugh You're never leaving my sight again." We laid on my bed and I held him as close to me as possible, falling into a fitful sleep once his breathing had evened out.