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The greying man gripped the steering wheel of his makeshift “car” (spaceship, obviously.), the increasing haze of his vision threatening to make an emergency landing that would dice his corpse into minuscule slices. He was just able to make out the familiar glow of the streetlights of the street he had eventually come to love. Diane had talked him into it, after all.
He felt his way over to the passenger seat, his hand working his way through the leather seating, before his fingertips snatched the flask inbetween them. His fingers read the raised bumps imbedded into the flask, the cool texture chilling against his alcohol-induced fever. Lifting the flask to his lips, he let the stolen rum run down his throat, a sense of warmth now flowing through him. Gripping the steering wheel, he pushed forward, his ship now taking a falcon dive towards his garage. His reaction was about 1.2 seconds too late, as his car erupted through the roof, burying itself into the concrete floor. As the smoke penetrated his lungs, he clawed his way through the passenger side, dragging himself out of the destroyed vehicle like some kind of wounded animal. A trail of rum slid down his face, continually leaking from his maw.
That was it, he supposed. His car had been totaled. He had destroyed his garage, and this ‘Prime Universe’ family would find him eventually, and there would be one out of two outcomes; his family accepted him, or they didn’t. Since his vehicle had been compromised, he might as well just pick another and see if that fucker found another universe. Retrieving his gun from his satchel, he pointed the thing towards the unshattered flooring. His fingers delicately grazed the trigger, yet refused to pull it.
Sweat began puddling from his temple, the smoke beginning to curl around his nose. Why was he hesitating? Why couldn’t he do it? A soft chirp, followed by a gasp, peeped from behind him, causing him to quickly swivel around. In front of him, stood the girl. Her dandelion blonde hair reached down to her waist now, her eyes slimmer, holding a sort of suspense to them.
She was nothing like the little girl he had raised, yet completely and utterly the same. He couldn’t even believe she was real. Her porcelain held up to her mouth as tears streaked down her face, which was another slam to his gut. Could Prime Rick really have had a daughter as phenomenal as her?
He took a step forward, to which she took one back. He held up his hands halfway, his palms facing towards her. Slowly, her hands released from their trapped position, grabbing Rick’s wrist and rushing him into the home, his eyes widening at the sight.
Three wide-eyed children, who couldn’t be more than 17, sat at the farthest end of the table, eyeing him curiously. His gaze specifically lingered on the one sitting at the head at the table, Rick’s own eyes staring right back from the teenager.
“Mom.. who is that?”
Mom?