Shattered Perceptions (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

Planet Panic

You turned away from Rick and lead him through the city on the strange fandom planet. You noticed that some of the denizens had taken notice to you and your less than willing companion. You had figured that they might. After all, Rick was practically revered as a god here and many would likely recognize C-137 in the flesh when given the chance.

"Rick," you whispered. "You wouldn't happen to be armed, would you?"

"Only if you didn't take the rest of my toys," he responded flatly, not even bothering to whisper.

A crowd had started to follow the two of you and your adrenalin was pumping. You were getting antsy. If they were going to strike, why weren't they making their move? There were only two of you and a whole city block of them. While you were both armed, it was very likely that you would be overwhelmed.

Rick was calm, taking swigs from his precious flask as you walked together. "So, exactly who are -urrrrp- you and where are we going? More importantly, why the fuck -urrrp- should I give a shit?" He demanded.

"Enlighten him, (Y/n)," a familiar voice interrupted from behind you. "We would all like to know."

You and Rick both turned to see a different version of Rick from one of the many fanart pieces you had seen. This one was dressed entirely in dominant BDSM gear and had a bit more muscle to him than the original.

"You just had to go and steal the Original all for yourself, huh, you dirty little slut? We all want a piece of him, too, you know? Some of us, literally..." BDSM Rick's voice trailed off in a menacing tone as the more violent fantasy Creations emerged from dark alleyways.

Some were perversions of characters from the show brandishing various weapons from guns and chainsaws to large meat hooks and bowie knives. You suddenly regretted all of your previous trips here and your face was flushed with embarrassment and fear. You went to grab Rick's hand and start running, but he had already run off leaving you to deal with these violent, sex-hungry manifestations on your own.

While you might not object to the sex, you would prefer to avoid dismemberment and opted to chase after your Rick. While you could follow his direct route, chances are he made a break for his ship. You ran in a convoluted route back as fast your legs could carry you. Dodging thrown weapons and ducking into alleyways to try and avoid the Creations, you started to lose steam. None of the buildings around you looked familiar. You felt fear and panic building up in your system and you desperately wished that Rick was there.

You hid behind a dumpster and pulled your pistol from its holster, which was opposite the holster for your portal gun. You quickly counted how many shots you would have before you would run out of ammo. 'That's not nearly enough. Damn!' You cursed yourself for not thinking ahead and returned your pistol to its holster.

You heard footsteps from the other side of the dumpter. You couldn't run at this distance, so you pulled your gun again. Would it even help? You finally thought to pull your portal gun, but it didn't have enough charge to get you out and get Rick back home.

The footsteps were cautiously moving closer. You resigned yourself to degradation and tried to show off your goods more. You unbuttoned your shirt to reveal more cleavage, hiked up your mini skirt to show more leg and grant a higher opportunity for a panty shot, and stepped out from behind the dumpster.

"Mmmm... That's more like it, Y/n," BDSM Rick growled as you emerged. He was sweaty from chasing you and you were certain that all that leather was chafing him by now.

"I-I'm so sorry, master... I've been a bad girl," you whimpered.

"You have, but I think I can forgive you. Only if you can bring me to the Original Rick, though. Any tricks and I'll have you doing tricks, got it?"

You gulped and agreed.

"Good." He pulled out his own portal gun and passed it to you. "Take me to him. Now."

You used it and opened a portal to the ship. Master Rick nudged you through first and followed behind. Your Rick was in the front seat looking for the keys, likely to try and make his own escape. He rolled his eyes and turned around. "I really don't have ti-uuurp-me for this shit and I really don't feel obligated to help you, "Y/n," since it clearly seems like you sold me out to this pervert," Rick ranted.

"No, it's not- " you began, but Master Rick cut you off. He grabbed your right arm and twisted it behind you while he held a switchblade to your waist. Not necessarily lethal, but it would certainly hurt like hell.

"Don't speak, bitch!" Master Rick snapped. "Oh, she really sold you out, Rick. She got on her knees for me and begged me to spare her, offering you on a platter," he embellished. The expression on your face pleaded for Rick not to believe this Creation and you squirmed in his grip, causing the knife to leave a slash through your tender flesh.

Rick eyed the two of you with apathy and disbelief. "You think I care what happens to her? I barely know her. She claims to love me and yet she double-crossed me? Do what you like. I didn't care before and I sure as hell don't care now."

Master Rick burst out laughing, "Do what I like? Hurting her is just foreplay. I'm going to do you, whether you want it or not."

Master Rick dragged the blade down the center of your chest now as he nuzzled into your neck and inhaled your scent. Blood spilled from the wound as you bit back a scream. He threw you to the ground at Rick's feet and you looked up at your Rick. "Please... This isn't what I intended. I'm so sorry... " you begged.

"You're a Creator or something, right? Fix your own problems," Rick snapped, walking away from you.

At that moment, all of the pain just fell away to rage and you stood up, applying pressure to the deeper wound at your waist. "Oh, I'll fix my fucking problem," you shouted, pulling a throwing knife from your boot. As you stood, you hurled it at Master Rick, striking him in the chest.

Master Rick cursed you. Rick shot you a wink as he climbed into the ship with you. You sat in the passenger seat of the ship wondering what the fuck just happened as the two of you took off, leaving the pervy planet behind.