Drunk Beginnings (Rick and Morty Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Author's Note 

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    "(Y/n)....(Y/n) wake up now!" Someone whisper shouted into my ear. I waved away the voice and turned over in my mattress. When Rick had stopped being sick and gotten all better, I was exhausted beyond repair. I marched up to Summer's room and slept for I was sure more than 18 hours. I buried my face in my pillow and got into a better position for even more sleep. 

    "(Y/n) I swear to *eeugh* Christ, get up!" The whispering was harsher this time. I groaned and sat up begrudgingly, rubbing my eyes and getting them used to the light. 

    "What the hell do you want Rick." I said in a tired, young voice. 

    "Don't...move. Please." The 'please' that was heard was in a begging voice. I froze from instant terror striking my heart. What in God's Green Earth would Rick Sanchez ever have to beg for? My hands were still on my eyes from rubbing them but they stayed there. I didn't dare budge. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. Rick was in his usual white lab coat ensemble, but his arms were raised in surrender. 

    The entire room was encased in a matrix of sharp amber-colored spears, all jutted out in various positions. Rick had four spears pointed down the length of his body. I could see his heart beating in his chest from here. Through the creases in my fingers, I could see that I had one spear pointed at my left eyeball and another at my stomach. 

    "Rick?! What the fuck is this?!" I whisper-screamed at him. He took a gulp in fear. 

    "Gandorian Spears. They're the equivalent of a new pair of scissors shearing through tissue paper except the tissue paper is your bones. So keep still." Rick demanded. 

    "Why is it here? Did Erlosung find us?" I asked Rick. He grew frustrated that I wouldn't listen to him and keep quiet but I needed to know. 

    "A variation of Erlosung. It's just another follower of *eugh* them. I made a mistake when I checked those handcuffs, there was a pressure point tracker on the inside of it, but I didn't destroy it when I had the chance. They found us." Rick said solemnly. 

    "Rick...it's gonna be fine-" The room shifted with the Gandorian spears releasing their hold on Rick and I. They compacted into handcuffs and latched themselves onto Rick and I's wrists. They yanked our arms behind our backs. Rick struggled in his binds but he sighed in defeat.  

   "Huuuuh...if I get caught in handcuffs that isn't bedroom related two more times, I lose a bet. This better be good." He said openly. 

   "Gross Rick. Now's not the time." I responded. 

   "I'm just saying that-" The sound of feedback stopped our conversation. A blue hologram appeared in the middle of Summer's room, like the hologram of Princess Leia in Star Wars but it was to scale with us. The hologram glitched and fizzled, but after a few sputters, it generated an image of a feminine alien with long flowing exotic robes and heavy-looking jewelry. It had on eye makeup to bring out the highlights in their almond shaped eyes. Long tendrils sprouted out of its head and cascaded down past its shoulders like it was hair. It was decorated with what looked like gold pieces, possibly; The hologram was an icy blue. Their hands were latched together in a proper manner.