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All three of us, Rick, Morty and I, sat stoically in the flying ship. We had to fly in space again, which I was still trying to get used to, but aside from that, I looked out the large window to my side emotionless. My feet tapped the spacious aluminum floor of the ship in my new burgundy Converse as I thought out some stuff. I didn't know what to think. I was going to confront my family's killer. I was going to see him face to face, peer into his soulless black eyes and drive my knife in. But I had no idea the hurdles and hoops I would have to go through just to get to him. Would I get hurt, would I go deaf, blind, would an arm be cut off? Would I die before I saw him, would I die after, would he kill me? All the possibilities were on the table. Even the possibility that Rick or Morty might get hurt saving me or worse.
"So, uh, (Y/n), you uh...y-you should be pretty...pretty excited huh? You're about to face your arch-nemesis and kill 'em, huh? Wow, that's pretty...a-amazing. I-I could never do something as heroic...uh, something as heroic as that. It must be uh...a little satisfying...uh...h-huh?" Morty asked me while holding the back of the passenger seat. I chuckled at his nervousness.
"I guess Morty. I mean, I don't really know what to expect to be completely honest. Like my mind is going in overdrive with everything that can happen, you know? But whatever happens, we should get out of it somewhat alive. All of us." I said with confidence.
"Eh, I mean, if I'm apart of the conversation, which, it's my ship, so I should be, you shouldn't *eeugh* get your hopes up that we find this guy today. It might take days or even weeks picking up small clues and details on his true whereabouts." Rick butted in. I looked over at Rick. His eyes were straight ahead watching the empty space with stars filling in the black spots. I tried to not think of the phrase "Empty space" because the thought of there being no foreseeable ground while we float in this vacuum was terrifying.
"Come on Rick, I-I mean, what if the killer really is there waiting for (Y/n)? We-we have to be ready for any outcome." Morty pointed. Rick threw his eyes up for a moment of "appreciation" of Morty's naivety.
"Morty, I can almost guarantee this guy won't be sitting on his throne of bones amongst his court of the undead when we make a valiant *eeugh* entrance. I mean, if you were an evil villain, would you kill a strangers family, leave her stranded in a carnival of blood-sucking Vordin monsters, subject her to endless torment consisting of secret encrypted messages, messenger robots wanting to scoop her up and *eeugh* leave her to the hands of an unknown killer, and torture her with the scars of her memories and put her through multiple injuries in her search for the truth which YOU caused and after all that buildup, all that suspense, all that waiting and anxiety, you would give yourself up at the closest opportunity you give her?" Rick asked in a monologue. Morty and I both stared at him with wide eyes.
He looked at both of us with a quick glance.
"What? It would be *eeugh* retarded to show yourself after everything (Y/n)'s gone through. Have some restraint, make the wild goose chase a wild goose chase. Even if I dislike them." Rick shrugged like he was guilty.
"I don't want this to be a wild goose chase, Rick. I want to catch this guy as quickly as possible and get it over with." I said crossing my arms, but it was tough with the strap in my way. Before we left, Rick had given me a quick lesson on how to shoot his plasma rifle. He gave me Morty to aim at, which of course I didn't agree to, so he gave me an empty soda can and when I got close enough to shoot it and not the garage door he said it was good enough. The plasma rifle pinched the small of my back, but I dealt with it. I also had a thigh knife holster on each leg. I asked Rick where he got these specific holsters and his face turned the palest shade of red at the question.
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