"Sooooo? How does this work?" You ask, sitting on the kitchen floor in Morty's house.
"Um, y-you just put these on, aaaaaannd you can l-l-look at alternate dimension," Morty stammers as he fumbles with the headset.
You giggle and he finally gets it right. He makes that adorable absent-minded face that you absolute love. You smile widely as he messes with the knobs on the side. He slips through a few and he takes it off, seeing that you're getting a little bored. Then Morty realizes that you're both gonna get bored when it's the other's turn.
"Um, w-we can plug th-this into my laptop," Morty suggests as he adjusts it in his hands.
"Yeah, okay," you agree.
Morty stands up, helping you up during the process. You continue upstairs.
Morty opens his bedroom door for you and you stand by his desk. He pulls up a bean bag chair and gestures for you to take your pick. You sit in the chair and Morty sits in the bean bag chair, sitting on his knees so he can see the laptop on the desk.
He opens it and puts in the password. You watch as he opens the file explorer and connects the headset to the laptop with a USB cord. You look at his desktop before he opens the window, seeing something a folder named something a little disturbing, though you already knew it.
Porn.
You puff your cheeks and see Morty struggle to get off the desktop. He opens the window and opens the headset's contents.
Immediately, the screen goes blank and you realize the computer's now synced with whatever is on the headset.
Morty slips it on and flips through a few, you being able to see everything on the laptop. A couple of the realities are blank. You remember that there was a small percentage that Beth and Jerry didn't have kids or got an abortion or miscarriage. You purse your lips as he encounters several blank ones. Nevertheless, he keeps flipping through.
Most of the alternate realities are Morty in school doing something after the other. Whether it be Morty's popular or the smartest. Or if he's a jock. Some, though, are just ones where he's but a shadow of his former self. After a while, Morty comes across one in particular.
You give the laptop a confused and shocked look as it pops up with a reality of Morty. . .
Fucking Jessica. . .
You bite your lip as you start to question this Jessica character. Morty stammers and quickly flicks the knob clumsily, changing the reality to one of Morty snorting drugs with Rick. You turn to Morty as a blush crosses his cheeks and he coltishly takes off the headset.
He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.
"What was that?" You ask anxiously, not wanting to embarrass him.
"N-n-nothing! I don't know!" Morty stutters.
You give him a questioning look and he breaks eye contact. He searches for a way to distract you. He looks at the headset in his hands and pushes it towards you.
"Here!"
You take it, eyeing Morty as you put it on. He purses his lips, trying to hide his blush.
Does he still like me? Does he like Jessica? Am I. . . Am I just a phase?
You nod off the disturbing thoughts and try to swallow the lump in your throat as you begin to worry.
