Dimensionless Destination: Rick x Reader

To Myself: w h y

I looked at my house from the front. It's perfect. The whole house is done, even the paint is dry, and there aren't any Mister Meeseeks around. By now, I immediately understood Rick. He was never planning on letting me go back. Who knows how long ago they finished!

This is bullshit, but at least my house looks good as new. Actually, it was pretty different on the inside, which is gonna be hard to explain when my family gets back. I walk around, taking note of new coats of paint and even a sweet flat screen in my room. I lay on my bed and face the ceiling without thought, only sleepiness. I'm just too stressed to process this right now. Without even meaning to, I go to sleep. Though, it may have been a mistake because all I could dream about was Rick. Rick and I meeting for the first time, flirting with him, him telling me that he loves me, the feeling of the nerve wrecking rush in the pit of my stomach called love; all the things I hoped living in his dimension would give me. I woke up expecting it to be late now, but daylight was still seeping through my curtains as ever. I checked my phone, and it had only been an hour.

"Kill me." I grunted to myself as I walk on over to the fridge and look inside; there's nothing I feel like eating in here. I grab a bowl and open the cabinet, reaching for the top shelf, expecting a box of Eyeholes to be in there. I sighed, "Right. I should have taken that, too. Stupid Eyehole-Man isn't going to chase me down dimensions." I could go back, I thought to myself, but I actually am afraid he'll attack, deep down inside.

After labeling everything in the kitchen, decidedly, inedible, there was nothing I wanted to do more than practice being a lazy couch potato and have a staring contest with my phone. At one point, I went through my gallery. Once I had finished swiping through my memes I felt my heart drop at the pictures I had taken with them. There was a video of Morty tripping and planting his ice cream cone directly into his face. You could hear him sigh "Aw geez," as I chuckled, but Rick said, "I'm not paying for another one." It only made me laugh harder as I turned the camera to him and he joined the laughter, raising his cone as if he made just made a toast. Then there was another, one Rick told me to film, of one of the bodies controlled by Unity's now hive-mind ex. He had a 'practice doll' with her poorly drawn face being the victim of his cheesy pick-up lines and sloppy kissing techniques. Apparently he thought it'd be a good idea to do so on his way to her place, which happened to cross our paths to go to Blips and Chitz. I even took a few pictures up close for good measure of embarrassment. Then, I finally stumbled across the very first photo of the Rick and Morty dimension: a selfie with the pajama set Summer gave me. Even though it wasn't that long ago, I felt this wave of nostalgia. Probably because I had felt everything was good then.

Not that it matters now. I'll probably end up losing everything I stole and eventually forget all about it or maybe convince myself it was a big, convoluted daydream. Or maybe I'll read something like what happened to me, like an x reader fanfic, and forget it actually happened.