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"Ugh..." Morty groaned, flopping onto his bed, he just got back from an especially traumatizing adventure with Rick. His head was pounding, he could hardly move. All he wanted to do was sleep forever. He looked up at the celling, sprawled out on the bed. Rick would always avoid him after they would have a particularally harrowing adventure for whatever reason. Sounds just like him though, doesn't it? Instead of actually comforting his grandson after the trauma he put him through, y'know like how a good grandpa would do? He'd rather avoid the problem until it goes away. Grandpa of the year over here. Y'know what? NO! He wasn't about to let Rick get away with it this time!
He stormed into the garage, slamming the door behind him, the door shut with a slam! "RICK!" Morty screamed, but his anger quickly subsided into disappointment when he realized nobody was there, he just yelled Rick's name to an empty garage. "You just grow some balls and we're just about to call your shitty grandpa out on his bullshit, and he isn't even here, fan-fucking-tastic." His inner voice scoffed. Morty's eyes got fixated on a metal grey flask with the cap screwed on laying on top of Rick's workbench. Weird. Rick would always bring the flask with him in his lab coat. It got to the point where Morty was sure that Rick loved his flask more than him. So what the hell was it doing here? Maybe it fell out of his lab coat?
Morty walked over to the workbench, picking up the flask and rubbing his thumb on it, he always wondered what was in it. Doubting that it was typical Earth alcohol, probably some alien liquor. He shrugged and placed the flask back on the workbench. He was sure that Rick would kill him if he saw him touching his flask.
Morty started walking away, but stopped in his tracks when a thought crossed his mind. A thought he shouldn't even be entertaining. It was no secret that he was stressed right now...and drinking seemed to make Rick happy...
...
Or at least seemed to make Rick happy most of the time.
Morty involuntairly let out a shiver at the memory of Rick holding a knife to his throat angrily asking him if he was a simulation. Morty was seriously considering this now, even though he knew he shouldn't. I mean normally he would NEVER want to get drunk. Especially after seeing the damage it caused to his mom and Rick. On a normal day, he wouldn't even think of this idea.
....
But that was on a normal day.
After the day Morty just had, nearly getting killed multiple times...he would do anything to take the edge off. Anything. Even the one thing he promised himself he would never do. "C'mon...just a little sip, you deserve to relax after the day you just had. Rick won't even notice." His inner voice urged. Morty bit his lip. He knew he shouldn't listen to it...but... "After everything Rick's done to you, he can spare one sip of his precious alcohol. Haven't you always wondered how it tasted? I mean, you've seen Rick down the whole thing in one swig, so how bad can it be?" No... "C'mon..." Don't listen to it... The voice suddenly switched to Rick's voice, sounding low and rough.
"Don't be fucking pussy."
Morty's eyes widened as he jolted back.
...
One sip wouldn't hurt, right?
Morty unscrewed the cap, his nose instinctively scrunching up at the smell, ugh, it smelled like rubbing alcohol. Just one sip...Morty reminded himself. He took a quick sip and started hacking when the alcohol reached his throat. It burned, it felt like his whole body was set ablaze. He took one sip and he was already feeling slightly buzzed. How strong was this alcohol? "C'mon you can do better than that..." The voice pressured.
Morty took another sip and gagged at the bitter taste. How could Rick drink this stuff with no reaction? It didn't even taste good. "Can't even take a sip without fucking choking. You're nothing compared to Rick. He's an asshole but at least he isn't a pussy that can't take a drink like you." The voice sneered. No, if Rick could do it, so could he! He kept taking small sips, and could eventually take small sips with coughing or choking. "Pathetic...Rick can drink the whole thing without even flinching..." The voice taunted.
No! No! Morty can do it too! He drunk all the contents of the flask. Hacking and gagging, but he still did it! See? God what was wrong with him? He was seriously fucked up in the head. He drunk the entire thing just to prove a point and impress a voice in his fucking head. God he was stupid. Rick was going to kill him. But as of right now, he was too drunk to care.
Morty felt like he was about to fall down, stumbling despite not moving, his legs felt soft, he outstreched his arms to attempt to keep his balance. His cheeks were flushed and his pulips were dilated to the point where it covered most of the color in his eyes, both due to intoxication. "Hah...take that Rick..." He tried to sound intimidating, but he basically giggled that out. "I can do it too...I'm...I'm az...as *hic* I'm as good as youuuu" Morty mumbled. Morty kept giggling despite not knowing why. He eventually let himself fall to the floor, giggling all the way. Then he heard a familiar sound of a portal opening, casting a green glow on his face, contrasting the darkness of the garage. He felt the flask get roughly ripped out of his hands. "No.....I waz...I wa-waz..." God, Morty couldn't even say was correctly, how drunk was he? "I wa-was drinking that...give it backk....." Morty whined, reaching for the flask, but he couldn't reach it. He looked to the side and could only see the brown pants of someone.
Then he heard the gruff voice he knew all too well above him snarl. "It's empty. Don't tell me you fucking did what I think you did." Oh no. It was Rick. Fuck. He was going to kill him. Morty started hyperventilating as a stream off apologies ran from his mouth he didn't even care that he couldn't correctly pronounce some of the words and some ended up making no sense. "I'm sorry...I was jus...just so...s...stresseddd..." He looked up at Rick "Pl...please *hic* don't get p...pissed me" Morty whimpered, lips trembling. "Too late." Rick growled, roughly pulling Morty up by his arm. "What the FUCK were you thinking!? Do you have any idea how strong this sh-*burp*-it is!? I have lots of advanced shit that your little drunk ass would play with without a second thought! You could've fucking gotten hurt! No you're fucking drunk! You're so fucking STUPID Morty! You're 14! You're not supposed to be drinking this shit!" "You drank...drink *hic* you do it all the time.." "Grandpa is a fucking ad-*burp*-ult and Grandpa can do whatever he pleases. Morty is a little kid, a sidekick that does what he's told." "S-so I'm old enough to gey... *hic* to get dragged on danger... *hic* on dangerous adventures but not to drink?" The alcohol made him a bit too honest. "Shut up Morty! I don't even want to he-*burp*-ar you right now!" Rick snapped. Morty's bottom lip trembled and before he knew it, he was crying. Rick always insulted him, why was he so emotional now? Rick groaned and rubbed his temples. Morty then gagged "I don...I don't feel too good..."
Rick quickly placed on hand on Morty's back, on the other holding Morty's hand and rushed him to the bathroom. Morty threw chunks in the toliet while Rick patted his back, not without a couple of insults thrown in, of course. "Fucking idiot..dumbass..if you ever pull shit like this again I swear to non-existent god..."
After Morty was done, he wiped the remaints off of his face with his arm and leaned onto Rick. Rick allowed it, putting both hands on Morty's back. Morty sighed. "I'm sowwy...sorry Wick...Rick..." Rick stayed quiet, rubbing Morty's back. Morty hummed, giggling softly "That'z...that feels nice....you always know how to comfort me Grandpa..." Rick jolted, he wasn't used to being called Grandpa by Morty, he did it rarely, but Rick couldn't deny the way he felt something close to happiness when Morty called him that.
Rick practically forced Morty to wash his face then led him to the fridge. "Let's get you some water...fucking dumbass..." Morty exhaled "I'm sorry Rick...please don't tell mom..." Rick sighed "I won't if you promise to NEVER do this again." He nodded eagerly. "N-never aga...again! *hic* I promise Rick!" Dumbass. Rick thought. He got Morty a bottled water from the fridge and gave it to him, which he downed quickly.
Rick looked at the time, it was getting late. He carried Morty "C'mon…time to go to bed…" Morty whined "Rick…I can…I can walk…I'm… *hic* I'm not… *hic* I'm not a kid…I'm 14…" Rick ignored him and eventually placed him in bed. He was about to leave when he felt a surprisingly strong grip on the sleeve of his lab coat "Wait…please…stay…Grandpa…" Fuck. Rick groaned. He needed to learn how to say no when Morty called him "Grandpa". Rick walked over, pretended to be really annoyed and plopped down on the foot on the bed. He quickly came up with an excuse. "You are so fucking luc-*burp*-king I have nothing else to do." Morty looked down, a frown on his face, then he looked at Rick "Are you still…are you still angry with me.." Rick ignored him, and Morty pouted "I'm sorry! I…i…it calms *hic* you don…down…zo…so…" Rick's eyes widened. He was the reason why he did this? Fuck. He was a fucking stupid piece of shit. A terrible grandfather. How could Morty even see him as one? How could he call him "Grandpa" so casually after everything he's done to hurt him? He didn't want more reminders on why he was a horrible piece of shit. He wanted to end this converstation as quickly as possible. "Just…don't worry about it.." He said, looking to the floor, unable to look the kid in the eye. He can't really blame him when he was the reason he did this. The young boy smiled, it was a big dumb drunk one, but Rick would do anything to see it again. Morty hummed happily "Night grandpa…" Rick didn't respond. "I love yo-" Rick cut him off. He couldn't let himself hear that. He didn't deserve it. "Go to sleep." Morty nodded and quickly fell asleep. He didn't deserve to hear that. Not after he was the reason why Morty did this. God he was a piece of shit. A fucking alcoholic piece of shit.
When Morty woke up, he rubbed his eyes, his vision was a little blurry, but once it cleared, he saw Rick at the foot of his bed, he had eyebags, Rick stated "Good, you're awake." Morty said "R-" He quickly clutched onto his head as he felt a sharp pain in his head. "Ouch!" "Your first hang-*burp*-over, huh?" "H-hangover..? What are you-? Ow! Ow!" "You got into my fucking fla-*burp*-sk and drank the whole goddamn thing." Morty's cheeks flushed red from embrassament. He did vaguely remember reaching for Rick's flask...but anything afterwards was a blur. Morty winced in pain as he clutched his head and Rick groaned. "Wait here." He shot a portal and came back with an ice pack and an asprain. He shoved the things in Morty's hands. Morty blinked "Oh- Thanks Ri-" "Don't mention it. It's what-*burp*-ever." Morty placed the ice pack on his head and the asprin. Rick glared at him "Don't ever fucking do that again." Morty looked to the floor "I'm sorry..." "Just don't do that again..." "Ok Rick..." Rick looked over at Morty, and his stomach churned. This was all his fault. He was a horrible fucking influence and because of their adventures Morty felt the need to drink. He was a piece of shit. A fucking horrible piece of shit.