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"B-uurp-Benched you-youre benched Morty." Morty's hands tightened on his jeans, his forehead was hot with anger. "I-i'm benched but not Summer!?"
"Uhm- yeah because im cool and you're not." Summer posed herself for a picture, brining her phone up over her. "Also, me and Rick need some daddy daughter time." The camera clicked and she went back to her normal position.
"Come on M-morty, don't be a pus-uuugh-sy. It's one adventure, go, masturbate or something." Rick took a swig from his flash then wiped his mouth, which only infuriated Morty more with how casual it was. "H-how is this fair?! You and Summer went on an adventure together last goddamn week!" His arms crossed over his seatbelt that he previously put on in anticipation of the adventure but now only constricted his chest.
"Listen, Morty, you've been reeeeeally fucky-upy with the adventures lately. I need some time to decompress. Summer isn't as needy as you and she's immensely funner to be around when doing heroin." He typed something into a hologram keyboard. "Bye Morty,Beth should be home around midnight and your dad… I actually don't know or urp care."
A robot arm from a hatch in the garage came down with a click and pulled Morty out of the car and discarded him on the cold floor. "Hey-!!!" The car immediately pulled out of the driveway and flew off. "Rick- what the hell! Yo-you suck Rick!!! " He turned to stomp out of the garage and took a few steps, then turned back. "A-and fuck you too summer!"
Finally he stomped into the house, slamming the lab door behind him and making his way to the kitchen to eat his feelings away.
"Stupid jerks… " he grabbed a bowl and his box of shitty, sugary, corn flakes. "G-go masturbate or something, " he said in a mocking tone as he poured the cereal. Morty opened the fridge and reached for the milk. "Maybe I fucking will you old ass pervert." He pouted the milk into his bowl and set the milk back in the fridge, closing the door. He walked back to the living room, he was to tired to stomp.
Sitting on the couch, he brought the bowl up to his mouth and drank the cereal. After he was satisfied he set the half full bowl onto the coffee table and turned on the TV.
Ball Fondlers, Ass Crimes, Jerry playing Jack in Titanic instead of Leonardo DiCaprio. Ugh, he did not wanna think about that one.
After a minute of mindless clicking through channels he stumbled across a alien porno, well for them it was probably a normal prono but- "God dammit Morty," he said to himself "that doesn't matter just…just" He pulled down his pants and stared at his boxers. His eyes with blurry as they started to cross.
6:38 pm
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7:14 pm
The lock of the door being fiddled with made him jump, he snapped back to reality and quickly changed the channel, pulling up his pants just as Jerry walked in with a few bags of fast food, humming and swaying slightly. "Morty, Summer, I brought home dinner!"
Morty stood and poked his head into the kitchen. "Hey d-dad… Summers out with Rick right now.. It's uh, just me and you tonight haha…"
He walked in and sat next to his dad who unwrapped a burger. Jerry chuckled "Oh really? Normally it's you going out and the family with Rick." He took a bite. Morty looked at his dad nervously, he was weirdly nervous to be alone. "You uh… wanna like, watch a movie? Play some… jigsaw?"
Jerry swallowed and glanced at Morty. "Sorry bud, I've got to do a late night business meeting, I just wanted to drop off some food for you three and get changed."
Morty let out a fake chuckle and looked away from his dad. "Uh well- t-thats ok! Maybe I could come? I can just sit in the car or something… " Jerry looked at him, slightly confused. "Uhm, I don't think so Morty… I need to be in the, uh, zone like how you kids say."
Jerry stood and turned "Sorry kiddo, but I'm sure you can take care of yourself for a night."
Morty watched his dad walk upstairs and let out a soft whine he didn't want to be alone. He wanted daddy and sissy… "ugh no… Rick and Summer! Not… not those."
He sat up and stared out the window, mindlessly scratching his arms, his mind was craving to be with someone, to be safe and cared for. He sighed, letting himself lose some tension in his shoulders. "Why do I feel like this… Like.. J-jealous? No… I'm not jealous!" His fingernail scratched his arms with vigor, leaving white marks on his skin.
"Ugh, w-w-what the fuck ever! If-if no ones gonna hang out with me then I'm gonna hang out with someone!"
Morty stood, his chair screaching against the floor. He stormed to the garage, pulling his phone from his pocket as well. He scrolled through his contacts, Miami Morty, Arcade, various other Mortys, Ricks and Summers . Then, "Ugh.. Him… " the contact on his phone was simply dubbed 'EvilMorty'
He stopped at the counter of the garage. Setting down his phone and rummaging through Ricks cabinet. "God dammit, I know he has a spare portal gun… where…"
He slammed the cannot door shut, "Uuugh! Son of a- uugh!" Morty snatched up his phone and clicked on EvilMortys contact quickly typing;
"comget me!!! "
"cant find papás pportlgn"
"Nowwwww"
He sat right down onto the garage floor and staired intensely at the chat. The bubble appeared with the floating ellipsis but quickly stopped. Morty sighed. "Really man?" His disappointment was evident. Until a bright gold portal warped the air.
Evil Morty stepped through the portal, looking down at his phone then showed the screen to Prime. "Papas, really? "