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Something Ricked This Way Comes

A/N: in case you didn't know B/F/N means best friend's name, F/O means favorite outfit and B/F/C/N

Rick drinks as he recklessly drives over the town towards Summer's new job.

"Since when do you have a job?" Rick asks uninterested.

"Since last week." She retorts. "It's part-time at this little vintage thrift store. My boss is this really smart, eccentric old man that treats me nice and values me."

"Meow, can't wait to meet this fascinating character." 

"Please don't." I sigh at Rick and turn around to give Summer an apology look. We arrive near the shop and start walking.

"Be nice." I warn. He narrows his eyes and keeps walking.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Needful. This is my Grandpa Rick, he was just leaving. And this is Y/N." Summer greets.

"Tell me, Y/N, what do you desire." Mr. Needful creepily asks.

"For you to get out of my face, weirdo." I scoff and stand next to Rick who was inspecting a table's contents.

"Tell me, Rick, what do you desire?" Mr. Needful tries again.

"Eh, I make my own stuff. So, what are you, like, the Devil?" The business owner stands their in disbelief. Fuckin' creep. "I don't know, store comes outta nowhere, all this shit's old and creepy. Are you the Devil, a demon, leprechaun?"

"Rick!" Me and Summer scold.

"Hey, I'm not judging, I just like to shoot straight, I'm a man of science." Rick defends himself. I look at the old guy, who I refuse to call him by his name, who looks like he has an idea. 

"Perhaps you could make use of this." He says, picking up a microscope. "This microscope reveals things beyond comprehension." The two begin to laugh, and as they did it got louder each time, becoming increasingly forced.

"Grandpa, go home and drink." Summer interrupts. Rick snatches the microscope from the guy's hands and leave.

"I'm so sorry." I apologize, hugging Summer.

"It's all good." She says.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. You're a lovely girl." He says holding out his hand. 

"Yeah, nah. Fuck you." I flip him off, leaving the store and heading off to the car.

"You both are the same. I don't care how much you hate him." I say. He hpmhs in response and drives off.

When we arrive home I hop out and Rick grabs the microscope. Wordlessly, he grabs the microscope and wipes it down while I set up the computer.

"She's ready." I announce. Rick walks over and places the microscope down and starts typing away. Suddenly, Morty walks past and peeks in.

"Hey, Morty, let me ask you a question real quick." Rick belches. "Does evil exist, and if so, can one detect and measure it? Rhetorical question, Morty, the answer's yes, you just have to be a genius."

The bar significantly drops.

"Cute. Your sister's boss gave me a microscope that would've made me retarded." Rick types away and I go to a draw and punch in a pass code and grab some gum.

"Oh, boy, Rick, I-I don't think you're allowed to say that word, you know."

"Uh, Morty, I'm not disparaging the differently abled. I'm stating the fact that if I had used this microscope, it would've made me mentally retarded." Despite the arguing I started going off in my own world, I began to blow bubbles, this one was so large I kept going.