Rick Sanchez x Reader - [Rick and Morty Fanfic] DISCONTINUED

Chapter 7

A/N: Since there's no harm in trying, I've decided to enter the Wattys. Thanks to everyone for your support. :) Also this chapter would've been up earlier but we had a power outage across the whole town. e-e

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Your POV

I sat at my desk and began tapping my pencil on my sketchbook. Furrowing my brow, the pace of the tapping quickened, and quickened, until I finally dropped the pencil and leaned my head back. 

"So...bored." I groaned.

Not a moment later, I could hear a slight 'tap'.

I looked up in curiosity and began investigating as to where that sound could have come from. Being the logical person that I am: I opened the window and looked out, only to see a rock hurtling towards me.

I had no time to dodge it and was hit directly in between my eyes.

My vision went blurry and I looked for the culprit, all I saw was a fuzzy white figure until everything went black.

Rick's POV

"Damn, I didn't mean to hit her." I clambered up the side of the house and into (Y/N)'s bedroom to check if she was alright.

I entered through the window to find (Y/N) unconscious.

"Ah crap." I furrowed my brow for a moment before lifting (Y/N) bridal style.

I leaned down and placed her onto her bed, pulling away and dragging the blanket over her body.

She seemed to have a red mark on her forehead where the rock had hit. I stroked the mark with my thumb causing her face to tense in distress.

I pulled away and got a rag, pouring aromatic oils on it, and placed it on (Y/N)'s forehead.

I sat at her desk and let out a heavy sigh. Her sketchbook was open, tempting me to take a quick peak.

"I shouldn't." I hummed, playing with the corner of the page, "One look couldn't hurt."

Turning the page, I glazed my eyes over the artwork within the book. It was amazing.

I mean, it wasn't extremely artistic, but the creativity was brilliant.

I continued to look through the art until I came to one sketch that made me turn slightly red. It was a drawing of...me? I was flattered that she'd even draw me, but it seemed...better than the others. As if she'd payed extra attention to detail.

I had a strange feeling arising in my chest, a feeling I haven't had in a long time. I shook my head and closed the book, glancing over to the (Y/N).

"I wonder what she's dreaming about." I sighed.

Thinking for a moment, I realised that I could find out for myself.

"No, no. Last time I did that, we hit dream bedrock and almost got killed." I shook my head once more.

I continued to watch (Y/N) as she slept.

"Ah, what the hell." I rolled my eyes and pulling out the dream entering devices.

I put one in (Y/N)'s ear and switched it on before getting comfortable and doing the same for me.

I glanced around at the dream, it was quite dark, and not in a creepy sense. There was hardly any light, except in one place.

I began moving closer to the light until I saw something.

My eyes widened and I felt blood rush to my face.

There was (Y/N), and me. It was that moment, but no one else was there, not even Morty or Celia.

It was clearly more exaggerated in the dream. (Y/N) was kissing back passionately and had one of her hands up my shirt. I, on the other hand, was towering over her and pulling her closer.

As I watched my face continued to redden, I tried to cover it with my hands.

I need to get out of here, but the only way to do that is...

After that thought I became slightly shocked at what I saw. The dream Rick had disappeared and (Y/N) was left alone.

She was kneeling down with her head in her hands.

I decided that this was a good moment to walk over to her, but as I got closer I noticed a red liquid coming from her mouth.

"(Y/N)?"

She looked up at me, her head tilted slightly, blood covered her hands and poured from her mouth.

"(Y/N)!"

I was pulled out into reality, and noticed that (Y/N) was still asleep, I knew she wouldn't be for long so I hurried out of her room and back to my garage.

My eyes were wide, "What the fuck?" I stared down at my workbench.

Your POV

I awoke in a fit of coughing, "What the hell kind of dream was that!?" 

I continued to think about the dream until I realised what had happened at the beginning. Blood rushed to my cheeks and I shook my head vigorously.

Something had fallen off my face, a white cloth. I picked it up and examined it closely. There seemed to be nothing odd about it, other than the fact I didn't know how it got here. It had been soaked in oils, that was clear, due to the heavy scent it gave off.

I glanced around the room, looking for any clues that'd help me discover the culprit. It took me only a moment to realise that my sketchbook had been closed. Someone had definitely been here, but who was it?

Maybe my parents were back, I got up and tried the door handle.

It failed to turn, "That's a no."

I let out a heavy sigh and wandered back over toward my bed. However, I didn't get too close before a green portal opened in my path.