Drunk Beginnings (Rick and Morty Fanfiction)

Christmas Special! 🎄

Author's Note

Take this as a present and as a sorry for not being so active! I recently got a job which has choked up all my weekends and my whole family has been sick and it's the holidays and blah blah blah get on with the story already. Thank you for your support and happy holidays! 

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  "Just put it on Rick, come on!" I pleaded. Rick had been locked in the garage all day on Christmas Eve, and it was 6 o'clock at night. I was joking around with him to put a Christmas sweater on and be put in a festive mood, but then it turned to a begging seriousness. He brushed me away at first, but now he was literally pushing me out of the garage. Trying to, anyway. He hasn't had anything to eat and I was fattened up with Jerry's cooking. He actually had a talent for it. 

  "(Y/n) get out of my garage before I use my plasma pistol on you!" He threatened and tried to shove me out. Jerry was walking by in a Christmas sweater and Christmas apron. He set some dinner dishes down on the counter and glared at Rick. 

  "Rick, we don't use plasma pistols in this house. We've already discussed that they damage the roots of my hair follicles." Jerry said patting his hair. Rick got off of me and tossed the sweater back in my hands. 

  "I only told you that Jerry so you would get off my back about trying to create a 'hair rejuvenating' serum for you. It's easier to say that your hair is falling off from my plasma radiation rather than the fact that you're getting old, Jerry." Rick retreated into the garage. Jerry blew a raspberry with his lips in irritation. 

  "I'm getting old. Look who's talking." Jerry walked toward his dishes to put them in the sink. I got tired of trying and went into the living room with Morty and Beth. Summer was spending Christmas Eve with her boyfriend Ethan's family, then she would be back tomorrow for Christmas. I went back inside the garage and just my footsteps in their alone was enough to make his Rick's back tense up. 

  "Rick, come on it's Christmas Eve! Where's your spirit, huh? Don't you want some egg nog or maybe you can help Morty with the gingerbread house he's making, cause you know, he doesn't understand that the frosting isn't meant for eating, it's actually used for the glue-" Rick slammed his tools down and stood up, bent over his desk. 

  "Get out. Now." He growled. I was unfazed and even stepped forward. 

  "Rick, why are you being like this? On Halloween, you were more excited to celebrate even more than some of the kids that I saw! And now you're being a total Grinch which, probably does fit your character, but your family is out in the living room missing you. Just play along, for once?" I walked toward him and held his arm, swirling some patterns in his lab coat sleeve. 

  "Maybe...we can take part in other Christmas traditions? Mistletoe maybe?" Rick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

   "For one, (Y/n), Beth and especially Jerry prefer if I stay in the garage so I'm not subject to make any 'disruptions' during dinner, since they want the illusion that their life and holiday can be perfect for once when really it's all going to *eugh* fall apart once they get the fruit cake out of the fridge anyway. Two, Christmas is all one cash-grab for big money-making retail shops and giant CEO's who won't have 'Average Worker Joe' go home on Christmas Eve to see Little Timmy cause he's too busy creating the synthetic, plastic gift-wrapped apparatus we all know as the 'Christmas Spirit'; Mass producing it and shipping it out to every store to shove it in people's faces coupled with the ear-choking Christmas music they play over the intercom in AUGUST, might I add. And three, mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant that latches its roots onto the host and steals their nutrients, even though the mistletoe itself is perfectly able to grow on its own accord. Much like you and this family. So with that said, out." Rick pointed out the garage door. I didn't need any more encouragement.