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Entry 1. Loop 5: Hey, so it’s Morty. I’m in a time loop. I don’t know how or why, but in exactly a week, time resets to the 23rd of July. I thought the first one must have been a dream, but here I am again for the 5th time. I’m gonna keep writing entries every loop. I’m sure Rick can solve it he is the smartest man in the universe. It’s good to write these to remember the previous loops, right? I have tried to get Rick to solve these, but we haven’t had much luck. Doesn’t help if he’ll have forgotten everything in this loop again. Well, maybe I can nudge him in the correct direction?
Morty stood up from his desk. He couldn’t just sit here the entire week he had to go and try to fix it with Rick. He opened his door and knocked on Rick's room. From the previous loops, he knew he would be sleeping till after school.
“Rick?”
He kept knocking. Clearly, the constant knocking annoyed Rick enough to stand up and deal with Morty.
“Morty, it's fucking morning and you have school. If you're here to tell me you lost your homework again, I'm gonna throw myself out the window.”
“When have you ever cared about me going to school?”
Rick gave him a yawn.
“I care when I want to get some fucking sleep.”
Morty raised his eyebrow.
“Can’t you just make a device to make it so you don’t have to slee-”
He was cut off by Rick, who looked increasingly annoyed by him.
“Whoa, I don’t know, Morty, weren’t you here for something, or was that something questioning the fact that I sleep?”
Morty seemed to get back on the topic of the conversation he wanted to actually bring up.
“S-so, uh, Rick? I-I don't really know how to say this without you thinking I'm, y'know, completely insane, but-I'm in a time loop.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. That's probably something you should talk to the family therapist about.”
“Rick, I'm serious!”
“So am I.”
Rick gave him an annoyed look.
“Morty, I've built a device that can create a miniature universe to charge my fucking battery. If you're trying to prank me, you're gonna have to do better than Groundhog Day.”
“N-no, Rick! I'm S-serious, I'm in a T-timeloop!”
Rick furrowed his brows, rubbing his head.
“How many times?”
“U-uh…”
“How many fucking times, Morty!”
“5 times…”
“If you have been in this 5 times already, tell me something you wouldn’t know.”
Morty rummaged through his memories from the past 5 weeks he had experienced through these loops.
“U-uh, you have a secret stash of h-highly concentrated F-fluxytonium in the 5th layer of the sub b-basement, a-and the password to your computer is Szechaunsauceisthebest137.”
“…”
“Is that enough?”
“About as enough as a pea-brained idiot like you could pull out of his ass, or maybe you have figured out how to poke through my brain. Fine, you have convinced me. T-tell me more about this supposed time loop.”
“W-well, it U-um lasts a w-week, on the 30th of July, it resets back.”
“A week? goddamn Morty, you got given a shitload of time.”
Rick seemed to procure his flask from seemingly nowhere and took a swig.
“You know it's usually like a day- burp”
He took another swig from the flask.
“But an entire week, you got plenty of time for something to stick, you should feel real honored for it to last an entire week. The universe must really love you! alright lets go to the garage *burp*”
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“Say Ahh.”
“Ahh!”
Rick then took a tube and forced it down Morty’s throat. Morty did not like the tube in his throat, but eventually Rick had gathered the data he needed Morty spat it out.
“W-what the fuck, Rick! Y-you didn’t say you would force a tube down my throat!”
Rick spun around in his chair to sit properly at the computer.
“Cmon don’t be a baby you have had worse things shoved down your gullet *burp*”
“D-don’t say it like that, you weirdo you’re making it sound weird!”
“Maybe I’d be nicer if you gave me some more information, but sadly for us, the only person who can remember doesn’t seem to have bothered remembering what they did last loop.”
“I told you only what I c-could remember. I'm not a scientist i can barely do science homework!”
“Just study.”
“I don’t have time to study cause of you!”
“Well, now you do. Do whatever you like while I try to find a solution.”
“You mean n-no adventures?”
“It's been 5 loops already. According to you, you contacted me on the 3rd loop, which means I couldn’t solve it in 2 weeks. I'm gonna have to focus on this if you want to get out of this situation.”
“C-can I help somehow?”
Rick paused.
“Actually... yeah.”
Morty looked surprised.
“Really?”
“You've been through this five times. You remember things I don't. So start remembering.”
“W-what?”
“Everything. Every weird thing that happened. Every person you talked to. Every place you went. Every time something felt different.”
“But I don't remember everything!”
“Then start writing.”
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It was the last day of the loop. He was kinda proud of what he had done in this loop he managed to ace the history exam. When he showed his mother, she was surprised but proud! And then she went back to drinking.
“MOOOOOOOOOORTY.”
Rick yelled from his garage. Morty ran to the garage.
“D-did y-you figure i-it out?!”
Rick gave him a solemn look.
“No. I'm sorry, but you’re gonna have to ask the next Rick…”
Morty’s stomach dropped he had said the exact thing that the Rick of the previous loop had said.
“Morty. Here’s a list of experiments and results I have done on you. I want you to memorize them for the next me and write it down immediately!”
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Entry 10. Loop 15th: Again and again and again, I wake up Rick sleeping down the hall. I wake him up, I convince him with the same thing I convince him every other loop, and wait the entire week for the results back. He’d have the same meals his mom made he remembered the lineup of food exactly.
I don’t want to get out of my bed i don’t want to spend the rest of the day at school or even convince Rick about this. Perhaps he would take a small vacation loop… yeah, maybe I’ll ask Rick to go to Blitz and chitz.
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“Well, Morty had fun?”
Rick took a swig from his flask.
“Y-yeah, Rick, was r-real fun.”
“Fun enough to wake me up and skip school for the entire day?”
“…”
Rick sighed something was wrong with Morty, that was clear. But what was wrong was not. Morty seemed to actively deflect when he asked.
“You're doing that thing.”
“W-what thing?”
“The thing where you pretend everything's fine because you don't want me asking questions.”
Morty took a deep breath.
“So b-basically I'm stuck in a week long timeloop and I need you to fix it!”
“…”
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Entry 30. Loop 35th: I have been trying everything I can. I have asked Rick 30 times already about this i attempt to help in the lab sometimes i steal his portal gun to travel somewhere, or his spaceship, but it never works. Nothing works… sometimes I think it would be easier to just commit suicide. He didn’t want to come that far he didn’t want to test death, not cause i am afraid of it. I'm just afraid I’ll just wake back up in my bed as if nothing happened.
Getting out of bed every loop is increasingly difficult. I needed something to lift my mind out of this perhaps i could try having a hangout with my dad?
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“You want to hang out with me?”
Jerry pointed at himself as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yeah, I-is there something wrong with that?”
Jerry scratched the back of his head.
“No, it's just that…”
Jerry looked at him weirdly.
“It’s just that this is the first time you asked, too. You usually hang out with your grandpa, and you usually make fun of me as well…”
“W-well, today I want to hang out with you instead of Rick, Y-you know, father and son?”
“Did Rick finally piss you off?”
“N-no.”
“Did Summer piss you off?”
“No.”
“Did you break something and need money?”
“Dad!”
“Okay, okay! I'm just asking. Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt for you to have a good hangout with your old pops.”
“Please never say the words ‘old pops’ ever again.”
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Entry 31. Loop 36: That was nice. I hung out with my dad the entire week maybe I have been too harsh on him. I’ll try treating him better for the next few loops. Or maybe I won’t its not like of these Jerrys are the same Jerrys as the one I hung out with. well theres nothing I can do about that.
I’ll set up a goal if i make it to loop 52 and the looping hasn’t been fixed i’ll voluntaarily kill myself and see what happens. but for now I guess I'll try Rick again.
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“You’re gonna have to smear this shit all over you morty! ALL OVER YOU!”
Morty backed away from rick that had a bucket of alien shit in his hands.
“R-Rick how will this stop the timeloop?”
Rick put a finger up to morty shushing him.
“Morty you have to smear yourself with shit to stop the timeloop this is what the other me’s have failed to realize morty you need to smear yourself with fluxion alien shit morty!”
Morty wanted to vomit.
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Entry 47. Loop 52: Well i hit my own deadline. i tried with rick but solutions were getting… weird. none of them fixed the problem i don’t think rick can fix this. hopefully this will.
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Morty sat peacefully on the grasses of venezulon 7 he loved the nature of this planet and if he was going to die this was the perfect place.
He took the quick acting poison he managed to procure from a alien store, he felt the effects kick a few second later.
atleast he didn’t get scammed.
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Entry 48. Loop 53: I don’t know what to say.
I don’t know what to do
I just want to scream till my vocal chords give out
I’ll just rot in my bed for the rest of the day.
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Entry 52 Loop 58: I have spent the last 5 loops essentially 5 weeks laying in my bed
i would only go down to eat
mom and dad was worried
rick tried making me go on a adventure
i rejected.
im bored.
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Entry 53. Loop 59: i hungout with dad again.
It was still fun.
novelty has been wearing off.
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entry 54. loop 60: i had my parents walk in as it took half the day to rewrite all the diary entry’s i wish i had some kind of way to save what i previously wrote in here to the next loop.
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Entry 55. loop 61: i spent the entire loop outside of the parmesan reality.
i thought perhaps i could circumvent it but as always when a week passed im back where i started.
atleast i know its not only my reality that resets.
i’ll try going to a different reality that takes place after the 30th of july.
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Entry 56 loop 62: I found out i can’t. any attempts to go to a reality before the start date or after the end date results in a instant reset.
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Entry 57 loop 70: Writing these are getting boring i don’t even feel the drive to keep doing them every loop.
well i guess i can tell you about my last few loops
loop 63-loop 65 nothing happened
loop 66 i tried hanging out with summer, she told me screw off as she continued typing on her phone.
loop 67 i tried again she seemed to have seen something was wrong maybe it was my expression or eyes or whatever we hung out and pranked rick the whole week it was… fun.
loop 68 I tried to do the same with mom. she said no.
loop 69 i tried again. She said no.
i’ll try again this loop i have got infinite time to do so i don’t really know why im bothering. My time would be much better used learning something.
Evil morty was smart.
maybe i can also be as smart as him?
who knows.
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Entry 58 loop 83: i hung out with every family member.
even space mom it took 5 loops to get her to agree.
i took the time to ask Rick for a physics book.
he looked at me funny.
he gave me a old dusty book from his college days saying i wouldn’t be able to understand even the first few pages.
i didn’t.
maybe its my fault for picking the most egotistical guy in the universe for a physics book?
i’ll start from the basics then i’ll ask him for the book when i know enough.
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Entry 59 loop 100: I finally understand enough physics to ask for the book.
i managed to get past the first 20 pages.
i got bored on the 20th
a day later i continued.
learning was hard.
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Entry 60. loop 120: I began making stuff on my own.
it was… calming.
took my mind off my predicament and used it on thinking on solutions.
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Entry 61. loop 130: I ate breakfast.
It didn’t taste like anything anymore.
I was tired of eggs.
i still told my mom i loved the eggs.
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Entry 62. loop 136: I barely noticed but its been well over 2 years.
time flies.
anyways i built a small little robot that tells me the time when i ask it.
it was useless.
but did everything need a particular purpose?
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Entry 63. loop 156: I have been dabling in the fields of Chronostasis.
its a science that focuses on states of objects when time is frozen.
i lied nobody calls it that i just made that up.
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“Hey Morty buddy, watcha ya doing?”
Rick creeped up behind morty as morty was soldeering something.
“Oh nothing crazy.”
“Cmon now you’re freaking me out you’re talking like evil morty.”
Morty sighed annoyed he was starting to get annoyed by rick very very very annoyed at rick.
“Why does it matter if i tell your or not.”
“Well fuck you then if you aren’t going to tell me then im not letting you work in the garage.”
Morty gave him a scornful look, muttering under his breath.
“Dumb dead wife having prick.”
There was something wrong with morty.
something very very wrong.
“What did you say?”
Morty didn’t decide to respond he keep on soldering.
“You have been acting weird. first with the book thing and then the inventing and now you’re outright insulting me.”
Morty didn’t respond.
“Morty whats wrong?”
Rick wasn’t going to try and make jokes or a snarky comment here he’s genuinely concerned for morty’s wellbeing.
morty didn’t respond.
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Entry 64. loop 157: That was interesting.
Im becoming weirder.
well does it matter?
Im more of a God then rick ever was.
i have infinite time
infinite realities to travel to
i don’t want to think like this i want to forget about all this.
im gonna try stealing ricks memory wiper maybe i can wipe my memorys and act normal for a few hundred loops again?
im scared.
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Entry 65. loop 158: it didn’t work.
whatever thing thats keeping me in this loop gave me immunity to mind wiping.
or maybe i have wiped myself before and gained a immunity?
maybe i don’t know both could equally be true.
or actually no as i do not keep any physical changes between loops therefore i physically nor mentally couldn’t have acquired the ability to.
thats weird.
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entry 66. loop 170:
i ate a muffin.
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Entry 67 loop 178: Im getting somewhere
timecops are a bitches.
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entry 68 loop 183:
rick is annoying.
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Entry 69 loop 190: i made a neutron bomb then promptly destroyed it realizing that was a pretty stupid idea.
there’s a reason why rick only makes these when he’s blackout drunk.
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entry 70 loop 240: i made a insane discovery.
i have managed to put this diary in a state of stasis it doesn’t interact with time in the slightest, meaning i won’t have to spend nearly a entire day rewriting every entry.
did it by accident maybe i can recreate it?
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entry 71. loop 241: no luck on recreating it.
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Entry 72. loop 242: Ultrakill is fun.
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Entry 73. loop 250: i’d make a cool president.
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Entry 74. loop 260: i asked dad to teach me how to fish.
might aswell.
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Entry 75. loop 270: man weird how for the past 2 entry i have been doing them in 10 loops intervals, well anyways im getting some scary thoughts hearing everyone talking on and on and on and on about the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
sometimes i want them to shut up.
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Entry 76. loop 271. I didn’t mean to. im sorry summer im so sorry…
why am i writing this in a diary she won’t ever read this.
i should tell her sorry this loop she won’t remember what i did last loop.
i can still feel the blood.
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Entry 77. loop 280: wonder where’s Mr. Poopybutthole?
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Entry 78. loop 287: im learning piano.
i suck balls
i got time.
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Entry 79. Loop 289: I apologized to Summer.
She asked what for.
I told her I was sorry for being an asshole yesterday.
She said I wasn't an asshole yesterday.
I know.
she went back to typing on her phone.
its annoying.
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The family slowly woke up to the sound of a piano being played the melody was lackluster still amatuerish like someone who has only practiced barely more then 2 weeks.
“Morty… sweetie where did you get a whole piano from?”
Summer typed on her phone before asking
“When could you even play piano?”
morty continued playing the piano while answering.
“I started practicing a few weeks ago.”
“Morty you were with me on Globsnop 3 last week the entire week.”
“Guess you didn’t hear when i was practicing.”
Rick gave him a suspicious look.
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Entry 80. loop 365: I mastered the piano.
Took me a bit.
Ricks has been consistently suspicious these past loops.
always suspicious but never does anything guess that his motif.
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Entry 81. loop 366: welp i guess i can get back to more science stuff the piano was a fun distraction.
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Entry 82. loop 370: I wish i could ask evil morty for help
would he help me?
i don’t know me and rick did put him in time prison.
that reminds me of the timepolice.
why haven’t i asked them for help?
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Entry 83. Loop 371: Fuck the police im never trusting those stupid shitbags ever again i came up and handed myself in and instead investigating my claims they just put me in prison.
loop still worked even tho i was literally in a prison where time was stopped just like always a weeks time resulted in a reset.
wonder what made my diary so special? i can’t seem to get the same result.
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Entry 84: loop 401: im gonna break evil morty out.
i have already mapped out my entrance and escape i could get him out of there in no time.
probably.
i’ll write down the results.
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A Guard came up to evil morty’s cell and opened the door the cop hat seemed to obscure him.
“What the fuck do you want? im reading.”
The cop lifted his head
“Hey asshole.”
Evil morty gave him a scornful look.
“You here to gloat and make fun of me? if you are then you are incredibly pathetic don’t you have anything better do.”
Morty gave him a annoyed look
“Well no i don’t have anything better to do but its not that.”
Evil morty raised his eyebrow.
“Im breaking you out.”
he opened the door of the jail cell extra wide.
“Why?”
“I need you’re help.”
“seems important enough that you stopped stuttering over every 3 words it gets annoying.”
“Hey fuck you pal.”
“Heavens!”
The two walked together out of the cell as morty guided him.
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“Hey where the fuck are you going?!”
a timecop intercepted them.
“You don’t look like any timecop i have seen!”
Evil morty muttered “Shit…” under his breath morty seemed to have found a way to talk his way out of this.
“Are you saying humans can’t be timecops?! wow you fucking speciest racist!”
The timecop seemed stunned at those words.
“W-What no-”
he got cut off by evil morty.
“Wow dude the police are racist even the timepolice.”
“Im not racist! i voted for obama!”
“Y-you aren’t even american!”
“Never seen a american timecop?!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you too humans could never be a timecop this department needs to stop with the DEI hiring!”
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eventually it just fell into bickering between morty and the timepolice evil morty managed to end the converstation by giving the racist timecop a donut.
guess all police love donuts
when they were out of the red they managed to sneak into a washroom and portal away.
Evil morty crossed his arms and gave morty and impatient look.
“You said you needed me for something? then start speaking.”
Morty took a deep breath and…
“So basically im in a timeloop but its not like 1day its like a week i can’t die everytime i try to go a dimension where the date is different i instantly reset and going to a another reality also doesn’t stop it oh yeah and uhh even if i was in time prison where time is stopped it still resets only thing that stays the same is a diary that i have managed to accidentally give the propertys to keep the writings of the previous loops!”
Morty panted he had said that all in one go.
Evil morty looked unimpressed
“im sure there was a my little pony fanfic about this.”
Morty face turned red.
“Are you going to help me or not!”
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Entry 85 loop 402: that wasn’t much help.
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Entry 86. loop 411 Im learning more about biology.
thats cool i guess.
sometimes i wonder why i write these
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Entry 87. loop 412: man fuck evil morty im going to that prison and making fun of him for the entire loop nonstop.
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Entry 88. loop 413: he might’ve killed me with a piece bread…
thats embarrasing.
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Entry 89. loop 420: i was feeling a bit down so i played the piano
it sounded good. i did spend like a year mastering it.
huh im getting pretty good.
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Entry 89. loop 423: why did i even write down i got murdered by evil morty that death is embarrassing i could’ve reasonably forgotten that.
im not scrubbing it out if i did i would be changing history!
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Entry 90. loop 486: abolish all social services and declare war on the moon
im bored i can’t even bother putting something actually important into this entry this just exists cause i wanted to write something.
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Entry 91. loop 500: i made a neutron bomb.
i didn’t dissamble it i just let it implode. portaled out right before it imploded.
i don’t know why i did that. maybe to see if i could just take their lives in a instant like that? i felt a mix of shame, horror and disgust.
also some satisfaction power.
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Entry 92. loop 512: im bored im going to go fuck with rick.
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“H-hey R-rick what you doing?”
Rick turned around, wasn’t morty supposed to be at schoo-
“Yeah i was.”
“What the fuck.”
Why the fuck is morty acting so weir-
“Im not acting weird.”
“Yes you are are yo-”
“nah.”
he was getting irritiated he was going to-
“Y-yeah sure i’ll leave.”
“…”
what the fuck.
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entry 93. loop 513: that was funny though he did start poking and proding and my brain the entire time for the rest of the week he didn’t find anything important.
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entry 94. loop 600: i cracked rick’s portal technology!
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Rick was minding his day in his newly repaired distillery butts in his ears listening to music while he is working.
only for shit to rain down on him from a portal that appeared above him it was yellow exactly like evil morty’s one.
oh he was going to fuck that annoying bitch up again…
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Entry 95. loop 601: he thought the shit was from evil morty we basically spent a week searching the multiverse for any signs of him.
it was me of course i did it.
it was funny too.
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“Summer you’re a bitch.”
That came out of left field.
Summer turned her face red with anger she put down her phone.
“What did you say?”
“A-alright im sorry that was t-too far.”
“Ugh whatever.”
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Entry 96. loop 607: Somethings wrong with me.
i’ll pick up another hobby.
should keep me busy for awhile.
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Entry 97. loop 602 i picked up the saxophone.
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“Dear God sweet baby jesus!”
beth held her hands over her ears
“What in gods name is that sound?!”
she walked into the living room and she saw her son play the saxophone… he was fucking awful like it’s actually ear damaging summer was clutching her ears with her hands yelling at him to stop.
“Morty!”
Morty paused
“Y-yes mom?”
“What are you doing?”
Morty scratched his cheek
“im playing the saxophone.”
“You suck morty please never play again!”
“Summer! don’t talk to your brother like that he is picking up a new hobby… unfortunately…”
“Y-you know it mom. im r-really trying to get the hang of this saxophone i-its my passion mom!”
“Oh Honey well im sure you’ll get better at it.”
“N-no time like the present t-they say let me play you s-somet-”
“NO!”
summer and beth collectively yelled Jerry was huddled up in a little corner holding his ears
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entry 98. loop 603: i could’ve totally made it so only i could hear the sound i just wanted to fuck with everyone.