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Episode 7 - Liar TRANSCRIPT

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AUTOMATED VOICE

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[THEME MUSIC AND INTRODUCTION PLAYS.]

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[THEME CONTINUES BEFORE COMING TO A STOP.]

[PHONE BEEP.]

[INT. IRENE’S ROOM.]

IRENE

I’m backing up the recordings onto my laptop. It’s tedious, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. I mean, even if I don’t use them, they have sentimental value, I guess. Plus, at least one of them has proof of the creature I ran into.

[SHE SCOFFS.] “Folk.” The hell kind of a name is that? Actually, no, it’s hardly even a name at all. I’m not even sure if what I saw was a Forest Folk, or if the Folk are something else entirely. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. The book Phoebe lent to me honestly gave me more questions than answers.

[A PAUSE, THEN, WARILY] It does imply that there are more types of monsters in this world—more things like the Folk, but not exactly.

I don’t want to think too hard about it.

[SHE HUFFS A SIGH.] You know, maybe, just maybe, if Dorothy Wood hadn’t been so cryptic, we would have tangible answers. Until we figure out what the hell she’s saying, though, it’s as good as a dead end.

[THERE’S A COUPLE CLICKS OF A COMPUTER MOUSE AS IRENE SORTS THROUGH HER FILES.]

IRENE

It’s kind of nice to go through old recordings like this. I don’t even remember what most of these are about.

Like this one, for example. It’s one of the earliest ones. I think it’s about—Actually, I don’t remember. Let’s see…

[THERE’S A CLICK OF A MOUSE, FOLLOWED BY A BEEP.]

[INT. DR. MICHAEL’S OFFICE, FOUR YEARS PRIOR.]

DR. MICHAELS

Is it on?

[IRENE SOUNDS SLIGHTLY YOUNGER HERE, WITH MORE ANGST CLINGING TO HER VOICE.]

[PAST] IRENE

[SLIGHTLY FRUSTRATED] Yes, it’s on.

Isn’t there something about recording therapy sessions? Is this, I don’t know, illegal?

DR. MICHAELS

Ah, the rules are different if I’m the one recording. Technically, I can choose whether or not I allow you to record, but you can do whatever you wish with the recording afterwards.

IRENE

Right…

DR. MICHAELS

Whenever you’re ready, Irene. Talk to Rose like you usually do.

[THERE’S A LONG PAUSE.]

IRENE

Well, it’s weird doing it when there’s someone watching.

DR. MICHAELS

[THEY LAUGH.] We don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable. I just want to see what you do when you record like this, since it seems to be helping you a lot.

IRENE

I’m fine doing it, just…give me a second.

[SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH.]

IRENE

[TO THE PHONE] Hello, Rose. I hope you’re having a good day…wherever you ended up. I don’t know where that is exactly. Still, no matter where it is, I hope you’re happy there.

I’m still thinking about you constantly. Maybe, if I think hard enough, my thoughts will get through, and you’ll hear me. I miss you. Always do.

[THERE’S A LONG PAUSE.]

IRENE

[CONFUSED, TO DR. MICHAELS] What? You’re staring at me.

DR. MICHAELS

You know you don’t just have to talk about how she’s gone, right?

IRENE

[SLOWLY] What do you mean?

DR. MICHAELS

I’m sure that if Rose was with us, she would love to hear about how you’re doing.

IRENE

…oh. Okay. Sure. Um…

[SHE CLEARS HER THROAT AND DIRECTS HER TALK TO THE RECORDING AGAIN.] I’m going to move into my dorm in about a month. Still going to University of Washington, like I planned.

As of right now, I’m still set to be an English major, but I don’t know if I’ll see it through to the end. Lots of people change their major partway through—or so I’ve heard.

Your Aunt Ella came by to visit today, by the way. She brought me some tupperware to use when I’m in college.

DR. MICHAELS

[WARMLY] Rose’s aunts sound nice.

IRENE

[TO DR. MICHAELS] They are. Lucy is cool, too, but she had to watch their son, so she wasn’t there. Rose was supposed to move in with them when she went to New York for college.

DR. MICHAELS

So you’ve told me. You’re still staying in touch with the two of them, though?

IRENE

Well, yeah. I mean, they’re the only people I have left who are connected to Rose besides her mom, who I would rather not speak to.

DR. MICHAELS

Mm. I see. Are you looking forward to college, Irene?

IRENE

[HESITANT] I think so. Maybe. It will definitely give me something to do, if nothing else. Well, that and lots of debt, but that’s neither here nor there.

DR. MICHAELS

Maybe it could help you take your mind off of Rose.

[IRENE SUDDENLY BECOMES UPSET, ALMOST ANGRY.]

IRENE

I—I don’t want to stop thinking about Rose. Okay? I don’t want to just move on with my life as if she was just a bad ex. She—she was such a big part of my future, and now I probably have to live through that future without her there.

[SNAPPING] Do you expect me to just be able to forget about her when I go to college? Because sometimes, it really seems like you’re just trying to make me—

DR. MICHAELS

[OVERLAPPING] Irene. Calm down. Take some deep breaths.

[IRENE STOPS TO TAKE A FEW SHAKY BREATHS.]

DR. MICHAELS

[CONT.] I don’t want you to forget about Rose. I’ve said that before. No matter what you do, I believe she is going to follow you everywhere you go for the rest of your life. That’s okay.

What I want to do is get you to a place where the thought of her isn’t weighing you down. You can still have a happy and fulfilling future, even without her there.

IRENE

[SHE HUFFS A SIGH, THEN, DISTANT] Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.

DR. MICHAELS

It’s okay to take all the time you need to mourn. Just make sure it’s not preventing you from living your own life.

IRENE

[COLD] Sure.

I’m going to turn this off now.

DR. MICHAELS

Understood. Any last words you’d like to say to her?

IRENE

[SHE PAUSES, THEN, HEARTFELT] I love you, Rose. So much.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

[INT. PRESENT DAY IRENE’S HOUSE.]

IRENE

[ATTEMPTING TO SOUND UPBEAT, BUT A BIT SHAKEN] …um, kind of a rough one, but you get the idea.

Damn, I used to be so angry all the time. I guess it’s one of the five stages of grief, so it makes sense? A lot of my first recordings were mostly me screaming and crying, if I’m being honest.

[THERE IS A BRIEF STATIC NOISE.]

IRENE

[FRUSTRATED, ALMOST DESPARATE] Oh come on, please don’t crash on me, not now—

[HER AUDIO IS CUT OFF BY MORE STATIC. THIS DOES NOT SEEM TO BE COMING FROM IRENE. THE GLITCHING NOISES RISE FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE ABRUPTLY ENDING WITH A CLICKING NOISE.]

MYSTERIOUS VOICE 1

[AN UPSET VOICE] I am not a liar!

[MORE STATIC. ANOTHER CLICKING NOISE.]

MYSTERIOUS VOICE 2

[A SLIGHTLY DEEPER, APATHETIC VOICE] I just saved your life.

[THE SOUND BREAKS UP FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.]

MYSTERIOUS VOICE 1

I would never lie to—

[THEY ARE CUT OFF BY THE RISING STATIC. THE STATIC GLITCHES ON AND OFF FOR A SECOND BEFORE BEING ABRUPTLY CUT OFF BY A BIZAARE LOW CREAKING NOISE. THE GLITCHES STOP ENTIRELY.]

IRENE

[CONFUSED, BUT AS ALWAYS, SHE’S CHOOSING TO IGNORE HER PROBLEMS AND PRETEND THIS IS FINE] …okay. I guess it’s fixed. That was weird. The screen just kind of bugged out for a bit. Huh.

Let’s keep scrolling, shall we? Let’s see...

[SHE PAUSES, THEN, CONFUSED] Wh—I don’t remember this one. It’s from…[TAKEN ABACK] it’s from before it happened.

Did I ever record anything before the incident? [SLOWLY] I guess I did.

Guess there’s nothing else to do but play it.

[A CLICK, THEN A BEEP.]

[INT. IRENE’S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM, FOUR YEARS PRIOR.]

[IRENE AND ROSE ARE BOTH LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY.]

[PAST] IRENE

[THROUGH LAUGHTER] Okay, okay, I’m recording this—

ROSE

Oh my gosh, are you serious?

IRENE

I just want it on record that you, Rosemary Quinn—

ROSE

[PLAYFYL] Stop!

IRENE

—have read all of the Twilight books all the way through.

ROSE

Okay, can I— [SHE’S BRIEFLY CUT OFF BY HER LAUGHING.]

Can I explain myself?

IRENE

[OVERDRAMATIC] Oh, by all means, go ahead!

ROSE

[SHE LAUGHS.] It’s just, I was at my aunts’ over the summer, like, freshman year, and there was nothing to do. I mean, absolutely nothing.

IRENE

Surely, you had something better than those god-awful books.

ROSE

I wish I had! I wouldn’t have done it if I had literally anything else.

IRENE

[TRYING TO BE SERIOUS] But you finished all of them, front to back.

ROSE

Yes.

IRENE

And how were they?

[A PAUSE.]

ROSE

They were fine.

[THEY BOTH START LAUGHING AGAIN.]

ROSE

Don’t get me the wrong, don’t get me wrong, the writing was questionable at best, but if nothing else, they were entertaining.

IRENE

Mmhm, sure. Did you side with Edward or Jacob?

ROSE

Actually, I hated both of them. My favorite character was Alice.

IRENE

Ah. She’s the one everyone thinks is gay, right? That checks out.

ROSE

[GIGGLING] Shut up.

IRENE

Not a chance. I swear, I’m never letting you live this down.

ROSE

[TEASING, OVERDRAMATIC] Seriously? But I never told anyone which anime character you had a crush on in middle school.

IRENE

[EXASPERATED] That’s forbidden knowledge, Rose. God, don’t even utter the name.

[THEIR LAUGHTER DIES OUT, AND THEY BOTH SIGH HAPPILY. THERE’S A MOMENT OF SILENCE.]

ROSE

[QUIETLY] We should get married.

[A BEAT.]

IRENE

What?

ROSE

[DREAMILY, SWEET] Whether it’s right after we turn eighteen, or if we decide to wait until after college, either is fine. We should, though. We’ve already been dating for two years, and I can’t see myself ever loving anyone else.

IRENE

I— [STUTTERING] Um, I mean, uh—

ROSE

[DISAPPOINTED] Do you not want to?

IRENE

[RUSHED] No! No, it’s not that, it’s just.

[FLUSTERED] We haven’t even graduated yet. Aren’t we a bit, I don’t know, young?

ROSE

We’re practically adults, aren’t we? I’m turning eighteen this month.

IRENE

I know, I know, and I turn eighteen right after that. It’s just… [SHE TRAILS OFF.]

ROSE

Then why can’t we?

[HER VOICE BECOMES SLIGHTLY PANICKED.] Are you going to break up with me?

IRENE

No, no, no! No, I’m not, I promise. I love you more than anyone or anything, Rose—really, I do.

ROSE

[QUIETLY] I love you, too, dear.

IRENE

[CONT.] I just don’t want to rush into a wedding and then have—I don’t know, financial issues down the line or something. It just seems way too soon to be thinking about that stuff. It has nothing to do with how much I love you, though.

ROSE

Oh. Alright.

IRENE

[SOFTLY] It’s not a no, though. Just a not yet.

ROSE

You’ll think about it, though?

IRENE

[HESITANT, BUT GENUINE] I will.

Come here.

[THERE’S FABRIC RUSTLING AS THEY SHIFT TO HOLD EACH OTHER.]

ROSE

I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.

IRENE

It’s okay. I love you.

ROSE

[MUMBLED] Love you, too.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

[INT. PRESENT DAY IRENE’S HOUSE.]

[THERE’S A PAUSE.]

IRENE

[SOFTLY, ALMOST ASTOUNDED] When was the last time I heard your voice, Rose? It had to have been years, right?

[DREADFUL] Oh, god. All this time, I thought I knew your voice perfectly. I was wrong, though. It’s different than I remembered.

[ANOTHER PAUSE.]

IRENE

[CONFUSED] Another new file just loaded. It’s a voicemail, though. It’s—are voicemails even backed up this far back? I could have sworn I cleared out my inbox ages ago.

It’s from a month before you left, though.

[A CLICK, THEN A BEEP.]

[EXT. ROSE’S ROOF AT NIGHT, FOUR YEARS PRIOR. THERE IS THE SOUND OF WIND IN THE BACKGROUND.]

ROSE

Hello, dear. I’m sorry to call you so late. I know you’re likely asleep by now, and if you are, then you deserve your rest. Today was a pretty eventful day, after all.

I guess that’s part of why I called. [SINCERE, SWEETLY] Thank you for today. It was the best birthday I could have asked for.

[HER VOICES DROPS IN TONE.] Except for when I got home, and my mom scolded me because apparently, not only did I violate my non-existent curfew, but I forgot to clean up my art supplies before I left. [SHE SOUNDS MILDLY UPSET, BUT UNSURPRISED.]

It’s been a while since I’ve seen her get so mad, she got red in the face. It’s a familiar sight, though, with familiar hollow threats.

[SHE SIGHS.] You know how it is.

[A BRIEF PAUSE.]

ROSE

I’m a bit better now. I think she’s finally gone to bed. I’m sitting on my roof again, looking at the stars. There aren’t many so close to the city. If I had a quarter for every time I wished on a helicopter, I might have enough money to leave, once and for all.

I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Some days, I’m inches away from packing a suitcase and running away. [DREAMILY] It’s such a romantic concept, I think. Driving off into the horizon with only one bag, blasting music, knowing that the chains that have held you for so long have finally fallen away.

I know it’s not that simple, and I promised my aunts I would go to school in New York, but it’s still a tempting offer. [GROWING IN EXCITEMENT] I mean, I’ve been saving up birthday money since I was a kid, and I know it was supposed to go to college, but I’m still the one with access to it. I could do whatever I want.

If I do run away, you’re invited to come with me. You’re the first person I’d tell. [SINCERE] Of course you are.

[TEASING] Maybe we could get married, then, too.

[SHE PAUSES, STRUGGLING FOR WORDS FOR A BRIEF MOMENT.]

ROSE

[STIFLED] I’m sorry. I wouldn’t pressure you to do it. I’ve just been thinking about it a lot. Just imagine, the two of us versus the world. I wouldn’t mind. After all, you’re really the only person I need.

Think about it, maybe? Goodbye, dearest. I love you.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[VOICEMAIL ENDS.]

[INT. PRESENT DAY IRENE’S HOUSE.]

[THERE’S A LONG PAUSE.]

IRENE

[GRIM] Do you remember your eighteenth birthday?

I picked you up, and we got ice cream. Sat on the swings in the park together while I had mint chocolate chip, and you had cherry. It melted down your hand, and dripped all over your skirt, and you, you just laughed.

I don’t like thinking about that day. It just reminds me of all of the things that didn’t happen.

There’s another voicemail here. It’s from the day after the last one.

[A CLICK, THEN A BEEP.]

[INT. IRENE’S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM, FOUR YEARS PRIOR.]

[PAST] IRENE

Hey, Rose. Sorry, I just woke up. I got your message. I wish I could have answered sooner, but if you want to talk about what happened with your mom, you can always text me.

[A BEAT, THEN, FURIOUS] Nothing is good enough for her, is it? You work so hard to do well your entire high school career. Yet, here she is, saying that you’re lazy because you—what, forgot to clean up your paint?

[VENTING] And when she does care to acknowledge your achievements, she’s not actually proud of you, god forbid. No, she thinks that you’re just trying to make her look bad. What kind of parent has such an ego problem that they see their own child succeeding as a threat?

And you of all people should know how manipulative she is, I mean, you’re going to study psychology. You didn’t even do anything to deserve any of it, but of course she’ll never own up to her mistakes. She acts like it’s your fault, and it’s so—

[SHE MAKES A GENERAL NOISE OF FRUSTRATION, THEN EXHALES.]

IRENE

I’m sorry. I just wish I could make it stop. [SOFTLY] She’s hurt you for so long. You don’t deserve it.

If it helps at all, I…thought about what you said. A while back. I think…I think I want to graduate first, but after that? I don’t see why we can’t run away and get married.

[A PAUSE.]

IRENE

[CASUAL] Text me as soon as you can, okay? Let me know if I can help. I love you. Bye.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[VOICEMAIL ENDS.]

[INT. PRESENT DAY IRENE’S HOUSE.]

[THERE’S A PAUSE AS IRENE STRUGGLES FOR WORDS.]

IRENE

I don’t know how a voicemail I sent got in here. [STUTTERING] I don’t know…

[SHE TAKES A SHAKY BREATH.] I didn’t know. Back then.

[QUIETER, SADDER] How did I not know?

[WEAKLY, HER VOICE CRACKING AS IF SHE MIGHT CRY] That future we built together. It was doomed from the start, wasn’t it?

[DEFEATED] There’s a phone call in here. Don’t know how it got there, seeing as I’ve never recorded any of my calls. I recognize the date, though. I know exactly what this is.

[A CLICK, THEN A BEEP.]

[INT. IRENE’S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM, FOUR YEARS PRIOR, THE MORNING OF ROSE’S DISAPPEARANCE.]

[PAST] IRENE

[ANSWERING] Hello?

ELLA

[STRAINED, AS IF SHE HAD BEEN CRYING] Irene? Have you seen Rose?

[A SAD, YET LOVELY MELODY BEGINS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND.]

IRENE

[SLOWLY] No.

Wait, hang on, this is Rose’s aunt, right? Um, why do you ask?

ELLA

[UNDER HER BREATH] Fuck.

Yes, this is Ella. We met at—never mind. Are you sure you haven’t heard from her? She didn’t text you, or, or leave you a note?

IRENE

[PAUSES, THEN, DREADFUL] What happened?

ELLA

We don’t know. My sister called us this morning to ask if we had kidnapped her. Of course we didn’t, but she wasn’t in her room. My sister said she broke the door handle because Rose wasn’t answering, which is--well, I’ve known her for long enough, I’m somehow not surprised she would do something that drastic. [SOME COMBINATION OF A SCOFF AND A CHUCKLE.]

[WORRIED] Lucy and I are worried sick, though, and my sister is acting weird. Some of Rose’s things were missing, including her bike, and her window was left open. Her cat was gone, too, but his food was still there. We’re going to have to call the police if we don’t hear from her soon, and she hasn’t answered any of my calls.

Look, I know she had some...well, she had some fantastical ideas at times. Head in the clouds, right? [SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY.]

But did she contact you, or have you seen her recently? You’re the person she most likely would have told if she was going anywhere. Please, if you know anything, just tell us.

[A LONG PAUSE.]

ELLA

...Irene, are you—?

[IRENE ABRUPTLY HANGS UP.]

[PHONE BEEP.]

[CALL ENDS.]

[THE MUSIC FADES TO A STOP.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

Today’s quote is: “Sometimes people leave you / Halfway through the wood / Others may deceive you / You decide what's good / You decide alone / But no one is alone.”

Stephen Sondheim in Into The Woods, 1987.

[THEME MUSIC AND CREDITS PLAY.]

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monica this is how it goes, mon amie. Engagement is off and i am returning to NY short version long version...he wants to find himself and he left for canada yesterday. good thing is that he gave me a huuuuge amount of money for "emotional support" 🙄 did he actually mean it for a therapist? Cause i don't need his money. I need him. all this time...i gave up new york for him i need your help to find an apartment and i am talking with people in general about opening the dream business i never got to open BECAUSE I WAS WORKING DOUBLE SHIFTS TO BE WITH HIM

peter Okay, so passports are pretty expensive, but I can swing it. Then, we go to Canadan and we hire a private investigator, okay? We can track him down and hurt him. We can hurt him real bad. I never liked him - I told you I didn't like him. God, Monica. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that - no one does. He's an asshole and I always knew you could do so much better than him. Total pos! You gave up a lot for him, and for him to pay you back like that makes me really want to hunt him down. But I'm not really that scary. I know people though, you just give me the word! You know I'll help you out. You can crash with me, even. Until you find a nice apartment. I KNOW AND YOU'RE AMAZING FOR IT For emotional support? You should've punched him in the adam's apple.

monica i always wanted to go to Canada....but now i don't even want to think there is such a place hell i don't want to hear the name Andew never again after 10 years of being together, he breaks up with me through an email and sends me money to my paypal account i didn't know i had paypal PETER :scream: it is alright....i guess love isn't going to be my thing it is gonna be interesting to hunt him down but...yeah. maybe karma is going to hunt him down. thanks :heart: you are probably the only person that i can count on

peter Honestly, what a fucking dick, mon - and you know I don't even talk like that, but WOW! I'll never speak that name to you ever again. And yes, that is a promise! THROUGH AN EMAIL?! God, I am hoping you're kidding, but also know that you definitely aren't - what was he thinking??? I swear to god, mon, when he inevitably comes crawling back to you, you better not take him back. He doesn't deserve you and now I think you can agree. If you don't want his money, cancel the paypal account. I mean, you'll be just fine without his 'emotional support'. Just because you wated 10 years on one undeserving pos, doesn't mean they're all undeserving. And I only say that because you deserve love. You know? You just gotta find it. He kept you from doing that the past 10 years. Karma will absolutely hunt him down. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when it does. You can always count on me. I'm glad you know that.

monica Dear Monica, It has been like what? 10 years since I have met you in New York and it was love at first sight. I can't do this anymore, though. I feel like we are the same. I still love you but it feels like you have been blocking a part of me that i never got to explore. I think I am starting with Canada. The money that we have been saving for our wedding is sent to your paypal account. I will always love you. I am sorry. it is still my money...no idea how to use it though? WHY PAYPAL THOUGH ? another forbidden word: paypal the wound is way to fresh to talk about who is deserving of love and who isn't at the moment he also sent me a text with the emotional support thing do you really think that he is going to return back? just booked tickets. Is this Thursday okay?

peter WOW he literally broke up with you via email... what a fucking coward! I mean, who even does that?! In that case, he better give it all back to you. It better all be there. Your guess is as good as mine. Got it though - two words you'll never hear leaving my mouth. You are absolutely right. I just want you to know though - this has everything to do with him and nothing to do with you. You're literally the best. I do think he'll come crawling back! Why wouldn't he?? You're a catch and he just willingly let you go. He'll realize he's made a mistake at some point and he'll want you back. Yeah, of course! I'll be free for you. If I have class, I'll leave a key for you.

monica apparently my ex fiancè it is all here ; but at the moment i feel like it is cursed. And honestly??? I do not know how to use it, because I already have money saved Maybe i was too oblivious to see it. That he was unhappy. Thanks though:heart: i hope i don't accept him that easily when he does that. I feel so desperate at the moment. I mean...i still love him:sob: thanks :smiling_face_with_3_hearts:you da best

peter I’m so angry! I hope I never see him again or else he might regret it. Save it for whenever you might need it. A savings to the savings account :thinking: you’re moving to NYC - you just might need it. It happens sometimes. Besides, you aren’t a mind reader. If he never communicated that with you, it’s hard to really know. Of course. I mean every word! I hope you don’t either. I understand that and it’s okay, too. You’ll move on eventually, and it’ll feel great, I promise you. Second to you.

monica you're right about the savings account maybe it wasn't. Maybe i ignored all the signs. i mean damn....we were fucking living together...why didn't he say it to my face? Why email? And text? Why in the middle of the night? Was I pressuring him that much? I wish i was a mind reader. I am so sorry for monopolizing the conversation. It has been a long time since we actually talked and I heard about your news and New York:heart_eyes: but it actually feels bad at the moment. That it will never end. And I will never find love again because love doesn't exist. or i was just thinking i was in love for 10 years. AND I thought that this was it but it was totally fake I sound like a bad chick flick movie aatm but men are :pig: besides you of course :shushing_face::shushing_face::shushing_face: you are :candy::candy::candy::candy::lollipop::lollipop::lollipop:

peter Try not to beat yourself up so much, Mon. It really happens to the best of us. I know, hun. I know. He's an asshole - that's really the only conclusion I can come up with right now. An unappreciative., inconsiderate, stupid asshole that's just made a really stupid mistake. I wish we were both mind readers. That'd have made things so much easier over the years. Hey, don't apologize to me, okay? I'm here for you just like you've been here for me over the years - to listen to all the venting. It's been a little while and I hate the circumstances you've texted me under, but I'm really glad to hear from you. Oh, you ain't missing out on much over here. It will and you will. But you've gotta be open to that sort of thing to find it, you know? Just give yourself time to get through it. Men are :pig: This is part of the reason why I've been single for the past 2 years :upside_down: Ah, I try sometimes.

monica I doubt New York hasn't got anything new to give. We need to plan what we are going to do once I arrive!!! I can't be open at the moment. It doesn't feel like it's worth it. oooh bad luck there? I bet you have charmed a lot of people, though. And they were too shy to let you know!! I mean the older you get, the more gorgeous you become. It's a gift! The sweetness is still there :heart: so anything I should bring from Langley? Anything you missed? ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING( pancakes for example) my mom says she misses you. She's gonna be in charge of the moving-my-stuff-from-Washington-to-New York... I doubt I can carry more than three suitcases with me at this point :hugging::hugging::hugging: but I'm willing to try that

peter Always something new and better out here in these parts. God, I know!! There's so much we could do. I haven't hit the city in quite a while and now I'm looking forward to doing that with you. I found a really good karaoke bar :smiley: I understand. But you know I'm going to try to be that voice in your ear saying not to give up on finding what you not only want, but what you deserve. Not the best of luck. But I mean, in all honesty, since James, I haven't really put myself out there either. The few times the opportunies might've arised, it just didn't feel right. So I don't pursue anything. You flatter me though. I do believe you're just saying that because you're my best friend, but still, thank you :hugging: I don't know, can you fit my parents in your luggage? Lol other than that, definitely pancakes and just you. Other than my parents, I miss you the most. Ah, tell her I said I miss her, too! Does that mean she'll be coming by or is she getting your stuff shipped over? Yeah, I doubt that as well. Especially when one suitcase is about the size of yourself, I imagine :laughing:

monica hmmmm 1) don't drown yourself with work Mr Brice. And 2) yeah, okay...I am all in for going to a karaoke bar...because who knows? I'm actually searching ideas for mine, as well :wink: thank you, little voice in my ear :heart: but it will be hard from now on to trust anyone. Maybe, I should look out myself first and not put things I want to do on the side. Maybe that's what's the lesson here. i say as i finish the 4th packet of paper tissues :/ I'm sorry about that. I am not the right person to just tell you that you will find your one and only. Maybe I can come and we can grow old.... oh....did I mention that I was thinking of getting a stray cat and taking it to the vet so that we can adopt it and all? black and persian. he who must not be named was allergic so my mom would keep it. Maybe we can bring the cat to the mix and start a thing? I speak only the truth :heart: I can ask them to come more often though? aw I miss you too, so much ;* she misses you because I just told her that you'll be searching for a private investigator in Canada and she's on the same boat as you :stuck_out_tongue: was that a comment about my height? or about how big my suitcases can be?

peter 1) is there any other way to work? You know I can't not drown myself in it. I have nothing better to put my focus, time and attention towards. 2) Perfect. Let's do it then. We can hit a few, even, to give you some inspiration. You are so very welcome. I know. And that's truly understandable. I think focusing on yourself is a great idea, actually. Hey, if we aren't married by 40, I propose we just get married ourselves. Maybe by the time i'm 40 - because i'll it the big 4 0 before you do :grimacing: A cat? That's cute. I've thought about getting a pet myself, actually. I'd love a dog, but I think they require way too much attention than I'm able to give right now. But cats, they take care of themselves. Ah, it's such a long trip, I don't know if they're up for it. I'm hoping to make a trip out there this summer. It's been too long since I've seen them. You better! I'm really happy to have you here. It's not the same when I can't go running to you for advice, to vent to or complain to. I miss you a ton. :laughing: I have no doubt that we're on the same page here. I'd bet she'd have castrated him if she could've. Hm, both?

monica NOW I am even more excited to see you NOW I am even more excited to see you heeere's to inspiration :champagne_glass::champagne_glass::champagne_glass::champagne_glass: meeeh two years later, I will join big team 4 0. It is as scary as the 3 0 and I believe being 30 is muuuuch more awesome than the 20s yeah...i am thinking of names at the moment . She is super beautiful. I always wished i had a cat like that see we already have a family of our own. You & me, the cat and your future dog :man_dancing::dancer::cat::dog: yah and it is surprising because she actually liked Andrew wrong answer but you're cute so I will let it go honestly here's to the new era that we can vent and talk face2face :smiling_face_with_3_hearts::smiling_face_with_3_hearts::smiling_face_with_3_hearts:

peter You mean you had to have karaoke bars thrown into the mix to be more excited to see me???? :champagne: I will always cheers to that - inspiration is a great thing to have! 30 wasn’t that scary for me, actually. 40 though... next comes 50, so that’s a little :grimacing::grimacing::grimacing: But I do agree about your 30s being more awesome than your 20s. Awh, you’ll have to send me a picture sometime! We’re off to a great start! I want a Great Dane though - thoughts? :thinking: VENT AND TALK FACE TO FACE - that’s going to be so awesome! You’re the only piece missing from NYC for it to be like, perfect to me.

monica Well, you're always a sight in karaoke bars-what can I say?!:stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes: we'll still have our fun both in 40 and 50, no? The problem here with every age is that society expects you to do certain things as you get older. We just have to outgrow society and be more open. I have been following society's norms and I was feeling happy with myself for finding THE ONE for 10 years and what did it get me? Besides, yeah, okay...Andrew is an asshole...but it's society's fault that he was pressured into marrying me. Feelings-aside, still. Other than that, all there is feelings and doing what you love to do. oh my God-why did I get so philosophical? with another packet of paper tissues finished

monica I'm going to try-I have to go through multiple bureaucracy situations for her, but be sure, you'll get to meet first of them all in New York. Mulan....is a good cat name, right? Great Danes :heart: YES I am aaaaall in aw you are the sweetest-I loooove you :candy:

peter It's so much fun! I don't even have to be drunk to get up there :laughing: I'd like to think so! We always have fun, anyways so there's no doubt in my mind. Yeah... I know, Mon. You aren't wrong. Not at all. BUT he could've handled it all so much better than he did. Maybe he was pressured by society or whatever, but god, he owes you more than an email. He really is an asshole. You really did get pretty philosophical :joy: but you really aren't wrong. Stop telling me that you're crying when I can't hold you, okay? It hurts my heart. fantastic. I'm looking forward to meeting her! Honestly, it's a great cat name Wow, I wasn't expecting you to give in. Great Dances are like... the size of you. You know I loooove you, too :hugging:

monica yeeees. You need voice lessons and you'll probably have a role in the ensemble in ANY show. You should really consider it. I think you're more focused on the email than I am. And I cannot focus on anything. I hope I still have enough tears, when I meet you, cause I miss crying together over boys xD Thaaaaanks :heart: See-she's gonna be the size of her mom Is it okay if I go for a couple of minutes? Do you have time to Skype later? I promise...I'll try not to cry.

peter Oh, god. I highly doubt that, even with voice lessons. But thank you, the thoughts nice :laughing: It was a shit thing to do, Mon. Such a shit thing to do. I miss having boys to cry over! :joy: I cannot wait to see you, best friend :hugging: Yes! She is. It'll be so cute. Can you imagine our holiday pictures?? Of course! Yes and yes. I'll be free most of the day, so just text me when you're ready for that Skype call!

monica I hope you'll never have boys to cry over, Pete!! OH MY GOD. The holiday pictures!:heart_eyes: Great. Cannot wait ;*

#muse : peter brice #peter x monica #peter x monica 001 #peter 002 #peter : texts

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rosykims · 4 years

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11 for an oc of your choice :-)

11. your OC’s description of their game’s events

Dear Aisling,

(And Mom) (And Edith) (And Uncle Callahan) (And Jamie and Susie)(The triplets will probably want to read this too, right?) (Hi everyone)

So - the elephant in the letter room. I know you’re mad – real mad, probably. I can’t really say I blame you – all the unanswered letters, the vague replies, the months I’ve spent away. I’ve taken some time trying to figure out how exactly to go about this – do I spend a paragraph on the apology, or a page, or do I mention it in passing and save the grovelling for when I’m home? Well, I think given the state of things, I might … pepper in my apologies, while I finally try explain myself. I know I owe you (all) an explanation. I’m sorry you’ve had to wait until now to get it from me.

So, basically (Aisling, can you please make sure Mom and Susie sit down?) (I’m asking you because I know they won’t do it if I ask them myself) I got shot in the head.

I’m sorry!

Now, don’t worry! (Mom, PLEASE don’t worry) I’m fine. The man who shot me, Benny, he … well, he wasn’t a great shot, as it happens. He aimed point blank at my head (Mom, I’m okay!) and somehow still only managed to graze just above my ear (Mom, I still have my ear. I’m alright). Didn’t stop him from trying to bury me, though (Mom, I swear to you I’m just fine.) I woke in a town called Goodsprings, in the home of the doctor who stitched me up before I bled out (Aisling, check Mom, please. Maybe you could all take a quick five minute break here?).

Anyway, long story shot, the package I was set to deliver was gone. Taken, I’d assumed, by Benny. I KNOW what you’re thinking – why didn’t I come back home after all of this? Well, I didn’t want to come back empty handed. We needed the caps.

I’m sorry.

I spent a good month or so travelling around towns and settlements in the Mojave. I hated it, but Aisling, I think it might suit you despite all the deathclaws. Met a lot of people – most of them weren’t all that fond of me, but some reminded me of home. Good people. My travels led me to New Vegas, were I met a Pre War Millionaire who had uploaded his consciousness into a giant terminal and was controlling the city with an army of Securitrons, and a group of powerful families who may or may not have been cannibals.

Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.

Turns out this man, or machine, or . . . Turns out “Mr. House" was the client I was supposed to deliver for. Said the package was a platinum chip – or, more accurately, a key to full control over New Vegas’ securitron army. Anyone with the key was king, essentially.

At this point, I really didn’t feel like I could turn him away even if I wanted to. I owed him, I guess. Needed to make it right for losing his chip in the first place. I’m sorry.

I confronted Benny (politely!). He got away. I got shot at, again (I’m FINE, Mom!) and then he got captured by Caesar’s Legion. (You know the stories, Uncle Callahan. Turns out they’re ever worse than anything you could’ve told me.)

With some help, I managed to get into the Legionnaire camp (awful), met Caesar (awful) and freed Benny (still awful), somehow escaping with my life in the meanwhile. He must’ve decided not to risk shooting at me again, because he gave me the chip and that was that. Small mercies, I suppose.

I guess seeing the state of things with the Legion, their cruelty and mercilessness, has put some things into perspective. Up until this point I’d been helping out Mr House, mostly because I thought it to be the right thing. It’s his property, after all - and I was hired to bring it to him. But, seeing Caesar’s people up close … slavers and murders and rapists alike … I don’t think I can just sit by anymore. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep people like that from living in the same world as my sisters? What kind of son would I be?

I’m fighting the Legion. I’m going to keep fighting the Legion. I’m sorry.

I ended up giving the chip to that new West Coast group, the NCR. I’m still not fully sure what the think of them, but they’re trying to make the world safe, more secure, and if nothing else, I want that for you all. Especially now. So many of my months now have been spent helping people, forging alliances and friendships with all sorts – the Khans, the Brotherhood of Steel (Dad would’ve been so impressed by their bunker, Aisling), a group of demolition experts calling themselves Boomers, and even a group of friendly supermutants! (I’m okay, Mom. Promise.)

As for how it all ended, well … that’s the thing. The big thing. The reason I’m writing this now, as opposed to before, or later. This infighting with New Vegas and the NCR and Legion … it’s not over yet. There’s still one more thing to do, one more fight, one that I’m not entirely sure I’ll live through.

I’ll be okay. Once this is over, I’m coming home – and I’m coming home with enough caps to save us. But in case I don’t make it back I love you all, and miss you all. But this is something I need to see through to its end. I can’t keep looking the other way anymore. I have to be better, for all of your sakes.

I’m sorry.

Aisling, take care of Mom for me until I get back. Mom, try not to worry too much while I’m gone. Uncle Callahan, say hello to Holiday for me.

All my love,

Winston.

(PS. Mom, I know you’re angry, but if it makes you feel any better, I’ve also met someone. His name is Butch - he’s a Vault Dweller from Washington. I thought . . . maybe I could bring him with me when I finally come home. I think you’ll like him.)

#oc: winston #HI THANK U SM FOR ASKING also im so sorry this is so annoyingly long fdjfdjfd #winston canonically sends letters to his fam so i thought this would be super fitting #god..........i love him so much #the endings a bit rushed and i still need to work on his speech style but MAN hes so cute #truly my most wholesome oc to date #ultrastimpaks

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supernovaspidey · 5 years

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I feel safer in your arms

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been MIA for over a week, and Peter and Ned are trying to figure out what they did that could possibly make you ignore them for so long. It took one party at Flash’s place and an inconvenient Brad Davis to make you finally go off.

Author’s note: hey, guys. It took a lot for me to post this, the main plot is based on a personal experience I’ve been through, and I decided to write about it as a way of dealing with the shitty situation. I tried to make the emotions as realistic as possible, in order to express my feelings, but I’m not exactly a great writer and English is not my mother language, so please be patient with me if I’ve made some mistakes throughout the story. Make sure to tell me what you thought about the story, it would make me really happy. Also, if any of you have been through a similar experience and want to talk, hit me up, I’m sure we can help each other, I certainly do need some help lmao

Dedicated to: my favorite blogs! @infamous-webhead @justauthoring @userspidey @imnotobsessedwithhim @tomhreads @peterjonesparker @soulspideys@spideyxchelle (I know some of you might be weirded out because I have never interacted with you but i am in love with your blogs, i’m just rly shy, anyways hope you enjoy xo) and @lousimusician (U R THE BEST OMG as I said in your ask previously I am in love with your blog and your work fuckkkkkk, you are awesome and rly sweet ❤️)

Warnings: angst, mentions of harassment, slight PTSD, slight swearing, fluff (I SWEAR!!!), Peter Parker being the clueless human being on Earth, but also the cutest, protective!Peter, Ned is just a sweetheart I love him

Word count: 2961

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- Dude, what’s going on? Did you two have a fight or something? Because if you did, I swear to God I’ll…

- Ned! Stop freaking out on me, man. You are making me worse than I already am. And no, we didn’t have a fight or anything like that. I honestly don’t know what’s going on. – Peter was clearly hurt and worried.

- Sorry, it’s just that… it’s been a week. I miss her. I wonder what you did wrong this time. – Ned looked really judgmental and Peter wasn’t having it.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- Come on, dude. You may be her best friend but she clearly has a thing for you and every time she gets somewhat flirty, your oblivious self, despite being completely obsessed with her as well, always screw things up and she gets mad, so… what did you do this time?

- She doesn’t… have a thing for me. – Peter’s cheeks started getting red with the suggestion.

- Whatever helps you sleep at night. And that’s not the point! What. Did. You. Do?

- Nothing, I swear! One night we were fine texting each other and then… She just isolated everyone. She’s been ignoring me since then but I promise I didn’t do anything wrong, I even checked our conversation. Here! – Peter grabbed his phone so fast it almost fell, unblocked it, and clicked on your contact, he didn’t think it was right to show Ned your conversation but the need to prove his innocence was stronger.

(y/n): “wassup, arachnid?”

(Peter): “(y/n) could u pls come up with a better nickname? That one’s awful :(“

(y/n): “i’m working on it, but until I find the perfect one u’ll just have to get used to this mediocre-quality one lol”

You guys kept talking about nonsenses until you told him you needed to go.

(y/n): “gotta go, family gathering at gram’s. try not to cry because u miss me so much, I’ll be back I promise :p”

(Peter): “well I’ll try but idk if I will be able to go through the next couple of hours without you annoying the life out of me. It’ll be so hard :(“

(y/n): “damn ur heartless. Anyways bye, arachnid xo”

(Peter): “S T O P”

(Peter): “are you still at your grandma’s place? It’s like 2 a.m.”

(Peter): “(y/n)???”

(Peter): “if ur mad about me calling u annoying i’m sorryyy”

(Peter): “:(“

(Peter): “you weren’t at class today. everything okay? just checking, I’m worried abt u”

(Peter): “u missed a Chem assignment today, I’m paired up with you, it’s nothing out of this world but we need to talk abt it”

(Peter): “hey… listen u’ve been MIA for almost a week, now idk what’s going on but you can talk to me, let me help”

(Peter): “Ned and I went over to your place to talk to you but your mom didn’t let us in. pls tell me what’s going on”

- Damn, Peter…

- What? – He was certain he didn’t do anything wrong but after showing Ned the texts he got a little insecure. After all, he never realized when he was messing things up, he just got super nervous and started rambling nonstop until shit hit the fan.

- You guys are so flirty, it’s so disgusting, just ask her out already, geez.

- Ned!

- Okay okay, well, I admit, I didn’t see anything wrong, except for you clearly trying to flirt with her and being a total failure.

- Shut up.

They were sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria, theorizing about what made you go off on them. Both of them were uneasy, you were their best friend and they liked you too much to just let you push them away like this. Peter was particularly off, at the same time he was dying of worries, he was pissed at you. After all the mad shit you’ve been through together, he’d think you cared about him enough not to just ignore his complete existence out of nowhere. To be honest he was hurt about the fact that you didn’t like him as much as he liked you.

- Yo, assholes. – Flash just jumped up at your table. – I’m trying to do some community service, so as my first act of kindness I will allow you to go to my party tomorrow. My place at 10. Don’t be weird or I’ll change my mind and kick you out of there. Make sure (y/n) is there, she’s a sight I’d like to see at my place. See ya, losers.

As fast as Flash got to their table, he went away, not giving the boys an opportunity to answer. Peter closed his fists so hard at the mention of your name that his knuckles turned white. Ned simply rolled his eyes and told Peter to forget about it.

Peter took his cellphone again and opened your chat. It had been one day since he last texted you and tried to go to your place, so he was thinking whether he should tell you about the party or not. A part of him was angry and didn’t want to text you because of the shit you’ve been making him go through, but the other part was hopeful you’d show up at Flash’s and finally give him an opportunity to talk to you. He decided he missed you too much and would take any chance he could to see you. So he sent you the text.

(Peter): “hey, Flash is throwing a party tomorrow night and he invited us. yes. all of us. anyway, it’ll be at 10. hope you show up.”

There. Plain and simple. A loud sigh left Peter’s mouth as he hit his head on the table.

- It’s okay, dude. She’ll be there. Don’t stress about it.

(…)

- Do you see her? – It was the fifth time Ned poked Peter and asked the same question. Peter felt like he was about to lose it.

- No, dude. I’ve been looking directly at the door and she still hasn’t shown up.

- She will come, Peter. Don’t worry. Hey, do you think Betty would be impressed with this hat I’m wearing?

- Uhm, sure! Why don’t you go over to her?

- Are you sure? You’ll be okay? I know (y/n) is always the one who makes you company… - Ned was about to start rambling but Peter was quick to stop him laughing.

- Ned, I’m fine. Now go get your girl.

- Yeah yeah, you should go get yours too, you know. Look who just showed up. – Ned pointed to the door.

And there you were, with all your non-glory, and an alarm rang in Peter’s head almost instantaneously. The first thing he noticed was your clothing. You were wearing a jacket, which was not usual for you, who is always complaining about how hot it is, even if it´s freezing. The next thing he noticed was your body, you were thinner, not enough to make everyone notice, but he for sure did, and he for sure got worried right away. The last thing he noticed was your face. He always admired you for being so outgoing and confident, but now you looked scared and insecure, constantly looking to your sides, like the walls had spikes and the room was slowly getting smaller around you.

After scanning the whole room, your eyes met Peter’s, he was beside Ned, looking straight at you, you forced a side smile and walked up to them.

- Peter, Ned… Hi. – You looked really shy, something was definitely off.

- Hey, (y/n)! Oh my God I missed you so much, where have you been? We thought you were mad at us. – Ned was as agitated as he was when he talked about Betty. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited your best friend was to see you.

- I… I was sick, really sick. You know how it is… - You looked at Peter, but he had his eyes fixed on the floor, looking upset.

- Of course you were. – He sighed and you felt the sarcasm in his voice.

- Excuse me?

- I’m not buying that, (y/n). If you really were sick you would tell us, you know, your best friends.

- Yo, don’t put me into this mess, I’m going to talk to Betty now. But (y/n), I’ll talk to you later, okay? So happy to see you again! – Ned was quick to flee the situation, leaving you and Peter alone. You grabbed his hand and took him to the pool area, where there were less people.

- Start talking, Parker.

- What?

- You were pretty quick to shoot me a snarky comment inside, so I guess you have a lot to say, right? Start talking.

- I… I don’t have…

- Peter, talk!

- Why… Why would you ignore me for over a week? You were so sick you couldn’t grab your phone? And if you really were sick, why didn’t your mom tell us right away? I was so upset with you I wasn’t even going to tell you about the party, but I missed you and was worried about you and wanted to see you, and you lie to my face?

- I shouldn’t have ignored you, I know. I’m sorry. I really am. But you want to talk about lying? What about all the times you lied right to my face for almost a year, huh? The Stark Internship, the Washington shit, me being stood up by you countless times, what about that? You didn’t tell me about the spider shit, I figured it out by myself. And it’s okay if you didn’t want to tell me, that’s your business, but don’t point your finger at me talking about fucking honesty. – Peter’s face was sad and angry at the same time as you threw the words at him.

- You know, I only came to this shitty party to see you. – You stared right into his eyes. – I missed you and wanted to have a good time with you, but I guess that’s not going to happen so leave me alone. – At the moment Peter saw tears wanting to leave your eyes, he knew something was wrong, and that he had messed up. Big time.

- (y/n), wait! – He tried to hold you but you sprinted back inside the house, leaving him with his thoughts.

You were grabbing a snack at the kitchen, when you felt someone breathing down your neck. You froze instantly, trying to push away the memories. You turned and in front of you was Brad Davis. He was a good guy, but he was drunk and an alarm rang in your head.

- What the fuck? Back off, Brad.

- Hey, (y/n)! Long time no see, wanna dance? – He placed his hands on your shoulder, and the memories came flooding you as you tried pushing them away.

- No.

- Come here, I missed you. – He then pulled you in for a hug. At the moment you felt his hands on your back and waist, and smelled the alcohol exhaling from his mouth, you just couldn’t fight the memories any longer. It was like you were back your grandma’s house all over again, you started to shiver, your heart felt like it was going to go out of your chest and your vision turned black.

- Get off of me! – You couldn’t stop yourself. You shoved him away aggressively, and punched him right in his face. It was like you were stuck in your own body, not being able to control it.

You realized what you did when he hit the floor, nose bleeding.

- I’m… I’m so sorry… I… - The music had stopped, you looked up and everyone was looking at you. Then you saw him. Peter. You immediately ran away and grabbed a cab down the street, ignoring Peter’s screams calling you and asking you to wait.

By the time you got home, you were crying uncontrollably. You laid in bed and let everything sink in. You knew going to the party was a mistake but you did it anyway. Fucking stupid little girl.

- (y/n), let me in. – You looked at your window and saw Peter with his suit on, how could he have changed clothes so fast?

You went over and opened the window. He got in, you turned around as he changed clothes once more. You turned around again when he was done and sat on the bed. He sat beside you.

- So, I’m an idiot. I know. – He looked at you with puppy hazel eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit. – (y/n)… what happened? Please, I beg you to talk to me.

So, you started talking immediately. The more you talked, the more you cried. You talked about how when at your grandma’s, while the whole family was going to take a picture, your old drunk cousin grabbed you by the arm to be closer to him, and started walking down your body with his hand, making you freeze with terror. You talked about how you felt like you couldn’t move or scream, about how hard he was squeezing your arm, leaving a bruise after. You talked about how you felt used, dirty, and weak, about how you should have done something, anything, but instead you stayed there like a scared little girl. You talked about how you were afraid of people touching you now, and how afraid you were of hurting people, and how that’s exactly what happened. You hurt someone, Brad. And finally, you talked about how you were feeling like your worst version of yourself, and didn’t want anyone to see that, especially Peter.

He listened to everything quietly, and only after you finished talking was when he realized he wasn’t breathing and that you had grabbed his hand at some point. He didn’t know what to say, all he felt was hatred, so he started crying.

- I’m so sorry, I made this whole thing about me when you were hurting so much. – You squeezed his hand when you heard he say that.

- Listen, it’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I just didn’t want you to see the mess I am right now.

- You are not a mess. It’s not your fault this happened to you. You are the strongest person that I’ve ever known, you are the utter best version of yourself and that’s one of the many reasons why I really like you and… - He suddenly stopped when he realized what he said.

Shit.

- You know… as a friend… my best friend! You are my best friend and I like you as my best friend and… - He stopped on his tracks when he felt you hugging him, he didn’t know what to do so he slowly and gently put his arms around you, making sure you were comfortable.

(…)

After that night, things didn’t get better, but they got less worse. Peter and Ned were the only people you were comfortable with, and Peter was the only one you were physically comfortable with. You didn’t think it was possible to be closer than you were before, but it happened. Peter was super protective of you, and he didn’t even noticed. He would always hold your hand when you were walking, and would always make sure you felt safe. Every time he noticed you being anxious, he would grab your hand and caress it with his thumb, or he would play with your hair and whisper “it’s okay, I’m here with you. You are okay” into your ear. He made you feel safe, and he also made you feel weird things, mushy and warm things. He looked at you differently, you knew it, and it always made you feel like your stomach was upside down, but in a great way.

One day, you, Peter and Ned were at the cafeteria talking, you and Peter were holding hands when you felt hands on your shoulders. You stopped moving right away

- (y/n), nice work on that assignment! – Your Chemistry teacher said and left without letting you respond.

Peter and Ned looked at you, clear worriedness stamped on their faces. You started to breathe heavily, your heartbeat started racing, you started shaking and your eyes got wet. Peter quickly grabbed your hand and took you away.

He took you to the janitor’s closet, the closest thing to the cafeteria. It was so small you were pressed against each other, but Peter didn’t care about that. All he cared about was you. When he closed the door, you started sobbing.

- Hey, hey it’s okay, I’m here. You are okay. No one’s going to hurt you, okay? I promise. – He hold you tight in his arms.

- I… I feel dirty.

- Here – he stood in front of you, took off his sweater, staying only with his nerdy shirt, and swept it over your shoulders. – I’m cleaning them, see? They’re clean. You’re not dirty, you are perfect.

He wiped your tears away and started caressing your cheek, cupping your face with his hands.

- I’m here and I’ll always be here. You are okay.

- I’m… I’m okay.

- See? Everything’s going to be okay. – He hugged you once more.

- Peter? – You called against his chest.

- Huh? – He didn’t let you go.

- Thank you. I… I really like you too. You know, as my best friend… - You felt his heart racing. – You know what I mean.

He let you out of his arms to look at you. He knew what you meant, he remembered the day he almost confessed his feelings, but he thought you wouldn’t have realized.

He kept his hazel eyes glued at yours, and you could swear he was seeing through your soul at that moment. He smiled, his face lit up. You smiled. You don’t know how long you guys stayed there, but it felt like eternity and it wasn’t enough.

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lighthouseroleplay · 5 years

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JUDE CARTER

( 23 , cis man , he/him )

♪♫ currently listening ⧸⧸ 10 am, gare du nord by keaton henson

paint under fingernails, big mugs filled with green tea, hair tied up and out of the way, impatient, tapping feet. bunches of lavender tied up with string, denim jackets covered with patches, binging netflix with subtitles on, ivy crawling up stone. waking up every morning just to see the sun rise in all its red-gold glory, a favorite color that changes every day. margins covered in sprawling sketches, hummingbirds at a window, a furrowed, concerned brow.

• lind-carter was an addition to your family that you’d never expected. you and your father were fine on your own, you always had been, and this sudden youngest sister was never something you'd wanted. it was odd, to be suddenly thrown into a family like that, and while she'd seemed fine, you had little interest in the role of an older sibling. it was andrea who talked you into befriending her, in the end, and the rest is history: a sister you'd die for, and a pretty great one at that. she's more driven than you are, though, and sometimes you think she'll do far better than you ever could. most days, you're excited at the prospect of it.

• ramirez had a passion for music that rivaled your own passion for art. it was an inspiration to you, and it drew you two closer together over the years. with them, there was no sneers or laughter, no comments about wasting your life on art. there was only constant support from them. one of your doodles were inked permanently on their body, and you listened to every new song that was quickly scribbled on a napkin or in the middle of notes for class. you were glad that someone understood your need to create, and you were happy that they had fallen into your life.

taken by katie ⧸⧸ nick robinson .

cw: death, car accident

one.

Nowadays, his childhood bedroom is practically a shrine to every dream he’d ever had. There’s doodles across post-it-notes and the margins of old, wide ruled notebooks he can’t bring himself to discard. There’s the clay pot he made in second grade ceramics, decorated with gold paint and glitter. From middle school, there’s imitations of paintings by all of the well-knowns; his use of color has improved, though his lines are still shaky. Up on the bookshelf, there are graphic novels he illustrated for his friends; he was actually popular among them for making their superhero and goblin and troll fantasies come to life. Beside them, there are Ramirez’s albums, album art done up by him, and the few others by artists associated with Ramirez who wanted covers done by him too. The portraits he did in his senior year, some black and white, most painted, are tucked away in a corner (though Andy Clare’s remains hidden under his bed). There are figurines from when he tried his hand at sculpturing, a box or two from when he considered woodworking. The mailbox outside is painted by him, and there’s a few of the neighbors too, who requested a Jude Carter original on their front lawn when they saw his handiwork. Up on his wall are designs for murals sketched onto copy paper, plans that seemed all too important at one point; half of them haven’t moved an inch in years.

It is all of him, and yet, it is none of him too.

two.

His mother died on her way home from work when Jude was five years old. He remembers the waiting in the living room for her to come home, hours later than he ever had before, his father pacing in the room behind him on the phone with every relative and friend they knew. When the news finally came, he cried, a mix of anger and grief and confusion. His parents had gotten into a fight over how safe their cars were. How could she have died in one?

His mother was an artist too, or so he deduced in the years before his father was ready to tell him about it. There were sketches all over the house, handmade quilts on all the beds, and in a box that never quite got unpacked after they move, there’s handmade jewelry, all dainty metal and twisting wires. He was thirteen years old and decided she must have had a dream; she must have given it up to settle for a boring life in Olympia, Washington. She must have died with regrets.

When his father found him in the attic, crying over a box of wire jewelry, he rang a different tune. She was happy. She chose to move to a small house in a cul-de-sac and have Jude. She didn’t sacrifice anything she didn’t want to.

He wore his favorite piece out of the box around his neck for the years that followed, and gave his second favorite to Andrea for Valentine’s Day. Hadley had a few too, and it made his heart swell every time he saw her wearing one. If she died with any regrets, Jude decided, he wouldn’t let her rest with them. Her art should be as loved as she was.

three.

George Carter grew up in Tenebrin, and he was certain that it was the place to raise his son and heal. They moved at the end of Jude’s first grade year into an old house just up the road from where his father lived for twenty years. It didn’t feel like home at first, just a rickety wooden house with furniture and pictures in smiling faces he hardly recognized. But, slowly they dusted off the surfaces and old wounds, and it grew into something. His father bought the movie theater he worked at in high school from the owner with his mother’s life insurance money, and Jude spent entire summers running around and pestering customers in the years before he was old enough for his father to put him to work. By the time he was in middle school, though pieces still feel missing, Tenebrin finally might’ve been the comfortable spot home was supposed to be.

four.

In the most confusing parts of his life, art is the only thing that makes sense in his world. It became clear early on that any bit of creativity brought him more joy than any accomplishment through traditional means. Studying books bores him; he’d rather spend hours creating something, even if it turns out terrible and unfinished. Art becomes his sole passion before he can help it, and before long, it defines every bit of the way he is. His style and tastes may change over time and he may not know what he loves most, but most days he figures it doesn’t matter.

He wants to be an artist, but why does that mean he has to pick just one kind of artist to be?

five.

He’d never been the kind that fit in easily. In elementary school, it was easy to just call him shy, but by high school it was clear that there was just not a clique with whom he really belonged.

He was no athlete or jock. Popular kids didn’t give him a second glance in the hall, and he couldn’t blame them. A B-student on a good day, he wasn’t smart enough for the nerds; he appreciated the creativity of the artists, but he’ was not nearly wild enough a spirit to keep up with them.

But, eventually, he found a peace in not belonging.

The geeks appreciated his creative mind and invited him to D&D games, and when they saw his doodles, they managed to get him to illustrate graphic novels they pen. They helped Jude with his homework without complaint in the meantime, and those among them in the AV club spent hours picking Jude’s brain with all his knowledge of ancient movie equipment.

In the artists, he found those who appreciate and rival his creative spirit, and though they all weren’t so compatible, there were some who appreciate his nature. With them, he had opportunities to spread and pursue art, and places to go after dark if he ever so chose.

six.

The first time Jude’s father brought up the woman who owned the bakery, Jude laughed. His father’s stern disappointment and rare anger that day told him that a day he thought would never come was upon them: his dad was moving on from his mother.

And he hated it.

But, before he could blink, it seemed like Gen and her daughter, Hadley, were moving into their house. Pictures of his mother were taken down to put up pictures of them; his mother’s decorations removed to make place for the decorating style of a woman he was to call step-mother. The anger at her, the resentment at his father for doing this to him when they were fine and happy and didn’t need them, was difficult to ignore or hide.

But, it wasn’t his father’s attempts to warm him up to the idea of their new family with gifts and father-son fishing trips that finally convinced him of wonderful they could be as a family, but rather Gen herself.

She’d invited him to the bakery one morning, forcing him in a room full of baking cookies and flour-dusted surfaces to have the conversation that he’d managed to dodge until now. Jude must have said awful things to her then, accusing of her trying to replace his mother, of destroying the family he’d been perfectly content with. But, she didn’t get angry in return, and when he started to cry, she held him until he stopped.

The next morning, she made him chocolate chips waffles with a smile, and somehow, they were family.

The very concept of a sister, though, was more difficult for him to grasp. He’d gone from the only person in a house to having to share his space and a bathroom with a teenage girl. Maybe she was fine, but for most of those first few years, he wasn’t interested in getting to know her. That was until Andrea Clare entered (and reentered) their lives at the same time, and somehow in her ever charming ways, made him fall in love with the idea of having a sister.

By the time Jude had graduated high school, he called Gen “mom” regularly, and it felt like Hadley was a sister that had been around his entire life. They were family, just as much as his father and just as important too.

seven.

After graduation, the community college in Olympia seemed like the best and only option. Unlike so many of his peers, he didn’t have a grand plan figured out. All he knew was what he liked and didn’t like; beyond that he’d decided he needed time to decipher what the universe was telling him. Or something.

With every passing class though, Jude got no closer to the answers he sought. The world seemed just as, no, more complicated than before. All he wanted to do was draw and watch movies and bask in the art of the world he surrounded himself with.

Art it was. He wanted to be an artist. For real.

There were small chances here and there to consider it a realistic pursuit. Still, he didn’t know how to define the art that he wanted to do, and he had no idea how to make that a reality.

So, he kept going through the motions, and he kept making that hour drive three days a week to school.

eight.

The September after Andy disappeared, he returned to school as if nothing ever happened. He made it a month pretending like that might be world he actually lived in before he found himself back at home full-time, officially a community college dropout with no real life plan. His parents did their best, he supposed, assuring him that that didn’t need to be the path he took.

(There were a few shouting matches in the early days. He insisted that they just wanted labor for their businesses, a diligent, dutiful son to wake up early and frost cookies and stay late to kick bums out of the theater. They insisted that they wanted him to be happy; they even pushed him to pursue art. It always ended with them asking what he wanted It always ended with him crying about Andy.)

Eventually a rhythm was found, sound and comfortable: opening the bakery with Gen, working the theater through the afternoon, going out to draw and live at night. At some point, his father helped him move into the attic above the movie theater as a makeshift studio, and the place grew from dusty to clean to littered with paper and paints. For, eventually, only when he was at peace, did he dare to dream again. He painted murals across the city, decorated banners for town holidays, commissioned portraits for extra cash, made a drive occasionally to sell art at markets and festivals.

Still, the scariest question lingers, one he can’t push himself to answer. It is the same one his parents pushed on him time and time again after he moved back home. What do you want, Jude? He’s been saving up for years to leave Tenbrin and be a real artist, but truth be told, he still hardly knows what means. He doesn’t really know what he’d do if he moved away; he doesn’t know who he’d be as an artist out in the real world.

Something keeps him in place, and often it feels as if the town itself isn’t allowing him to move away and move on. Part of him seems to belong to the city now, to the waves that crash upon its shores. Sometimes, if he puts his ears to the water and listens, it sounds too much like the way Andy Clare used to say his name.

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timetrickster · 5 years

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Living W/ Immortality: Episode 3: Altair & Vega

EXT. FINN’S HOME

It’s been 3 weeks since what happened that night. Ever since LUCIAN had attacked WAN SHI TONG’S Library. FINN sits down at the table for breakfast with his MOM and ERIN’S had gone silent ever since that night. MOM looks at him knowing something’s wrong.

MOM

You’re silent. That’s never a good sign. What happened?

FINN

I’m fine mom.

She sits down next to him and looks him in the eyes.

MOM

No, you’re not.

FINN is silent after the truth in that simple statement cut deeper inside both hearts.

MOM

You boys have been silent for weeks and if there’s anything that I know about my own boys. Your silence means you’re facing something, but you don’t want me to worry.

FINN is silent and looks at his hands. He puts his headphones on then looks through his phone to play the next song. He presses on a song and plays “King Of The Clouds by Panic! At The Disco. FINN decides to leave and MOM doesn’t do anything to stop him. FINN slowly walks far from view from his house.

He murmurs the words to the song.

FINN

Some days I lie wide awake ‘til the sun hits my face. And I fade, elevate from the Earth. Far away to a place…

He stops in his tracks, as he looks around him for a bit in silence. Suddenly LUCIAN appears in front of him.

LUCIAN

Boo.

He starts to freak out falling backward. Holding his head with both hands and guarding his face.

FINN

It’s not real. It’s not real.

He repeats to himself. Suddenly flash images of LUCIAN appear in his mind. He breathes heavily and tears fall down his face. His head shakes and heats up from the pressure of all the things overwhelming him. He clenches his teeth showing this face of mixed emotion, fear, and anger.

FINN screams in a rage then punches a hole in a random wall. He breathes heavy breaths before realizing what he’s done.

FINN

Crap…

He tries to budge his arm out but it’s stuck. The song stops at “

FINN

Really?! I have super strength and I can get my arm out of a stupid stone wall?!

SERENA shows up all of a sudden and notices FINN.

SERENA

Hey, Finn… uh… you okay? Did you punch my wall?

FINN still awkwardly having half of his arm through the wall.

FINN

No… I touched a piece of the wall and it made a hole and my arm fell in.

SERENA

Uh… ok… I’ll believe you for now, but you need help?

FINN

Yes, please.

SERENA laughs and pulls on FINN’S other arm and gets out of the wall. His right arm now covered in stone dust.

FINN

Thank you…

(looks at his right arm covered in dust)

Crap.

SERENA

You’re welcome and are you okay?

FINN

I guess I’m fine. Also, Hey.

SERENA

What do you mean by that? And Hi!

FINN

Just something happened last night that set me off and… I don’t know how to deal with it.

SERENA

Do you want to talk about it?

FINN shows reluctance, fearing that she wouldn’t understand the world of magic and the fact he’s an immortal with a 2nd personality in his head.

SERENA (cont’d)

It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. Maybe when you’re ready?

FINN nods ‘yes’.

SERENA

Okay then. Wanna walk to school?

FINN

I’d love that.

FINN smiles and they start walking together.

SERENA

Got any new oldies songs for me to listen too?

FINN

Uh… Yeah, let me… you know what, I’ll let you choose it.

She looks through the playlist labeled “Time”

SERENA

Time?

FINN

It’s a collection of songs that resonate with my vibes. Songs from now to the 50s.

SERENA laughs at him.

SERENA

You’re adorable.

FINN

Ok, no more songs for you.

FINN tries to grab his phone back and struggles with SERENA

SERENA

Please… I’m sorry.

FINN

Fine.

He lets go of the phone.

SERENA

Yay!

She scrolls through his playlist and presses on one song. The song, “Say Say Say” by Paul McCartney plays. The song plays as the two walks together to school and spends the entire day together. The song plays through a slow montage of scenes with them all together. In classes, at lunch, hanging around the campus.

CUT TO:

END OF THE SCHOOL DAY.

The song ends at Hook 2. It’s now the end of school and the two are walking together again.

SERENA

I’m fucking tired dude.

FINN

Same…

SERENA laughs at something.

SERENA

I did love Mr. Braistch’s class today. Best teacher ever.

FINN

Did he make another racist joke? Or did he throw another insult at Waipahu again? Wait… don’t tell me, Chinese or Filipino? Either one it’s fuckin hilarious.

SERENA

He picked on Steven and said “When China takes over America, I’d be the one white guy to help with capturing Americans.” then said, “Steven when you become the general of Ewa Beach, don’t forget about me. I helped.”

FINN laughs at the story.

FINN

Oh god. You know one time, he told the Filipinos in the room that he loves their president.

SERENA

What’s wrong with that?

FINN

The current president of the Philippines started a war on drugs and said anyone would be killed on sight even holding drugs.

SERENA

Wow… yeah, that’s dark.

FINN

I know… I’m probably going to hell for laughing.

SERENA laughs at what he said then touches FINN’S shoulder.

SERENA

Aw. You’re already going to hell.

She breaks into laughter again as well as FINN.

SERENA (cont’d)

I’m kidding, you know I love you girl.

FINN

Fuck you, dude.

He jokingly says. SERENA is still laughing. FINN gets a little bitter and had this angry face. Then keeps walking.

SERENA Aw. I’m sorry. Come here.

She stops him and holds out her arms and FINN was still bitter and shakes his head. He keeps walking. She laughs at him being bitter and still bothers him for a hug.

SERENA (cont’d)

Please…

FINN

No.

SERENA

Please. PLEASE please please please please, please! If you don't give me a hug I'm gonna DIEEEEE. If you don't hug me I'm gonna start crying. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. (making a song out of it) oh-baby please please PLEASE! Oh-baby, please. That was 'Please' by Serena with Finn on bass.

FINN finally stops being bitter as he finally gives in. Still holding a bitter face but smiles a little after accepting the hug.

SERENA

Yay! Thank you. I’m sorry.

FINN

(He laughs for a bit)

You’re welcome. I forgive you but bass? Really? Bass?

SERENA does an evil laugh. It makes FINN smile.

FINN

You’re weird. I like you, dude. Wanna hang out tonight?

SERENA

I’d love to. What are we doing? Arcade again?

FINN

I was thinking of heading to the park and doing some star gazing… I don’t know why but I’ve wanted to try it out and it doesn’t hurt to try something new.

SERENA

I like that idea. Are we gonna go by the benches?

FINN

Sure… better than laying in the grass. See ya soon.

He waves bye to her as she leaves.

ERIN (V.O)

I’m impressed. You actually didn’t freak out and over think.

FINN

Thanks, Erin. Erin? Hey! Where’d you go? You’ve been silent for weeks.

ERIN (V.O)

Just needed some time to think. After the whole Lucian thing, I just needed some peace. You know?

FINN

Yeah. Good to have you back bud.

ERIN (V.O)

Good to be back. Again, you actually asked Serena out, once again I’m impressed.

FINN

That’s a first.

FINN enters his house and rushes to his room to get ready for his stargazing date with SERENA. Reprise “Just The Two Of Us” by Grover Washington Jr. plays. Picks up 3rd Verse. Shows a montage of both FINN & SERENA getting ready for the stargazing date.

FINN & SERENA

I got to get ready!

CUT TO.

NIGHT. EWA BEACH

The song keeps playing in the background. FINN leaves the house and walks to the park with a bag of food in hand.

ERIN (V.O)

Food? Drinks? Clever.

FINN

Thanks, dude.

ERIN (V.O)

What are you planning Evers?

FINN smiles.

FINN

Nothing, why?

ERIN (V.O)

You have that specific smile on your face. The smile that tells me you have a plan or created something amazing. Come on Evers! TELL ME!

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

How adorable… the immortal two faced dumbass finally found love. Well… hopefully, if the author figures out how to do that in the next few scenes when I try to take him and his romance. Along with the other two background immortals. The author’s a bit unpredictable… which I admire.

The song keeps playing. FINN is slowly walking to the park. Other people are out playing by the playground and other sports-related activities. Meanwhile, these two laid out a blanket over a park table and both sit down on the table top. Song finishes.

FINN

I brought us dinner from Chum Wah Kum.

He holds a plastic bag with two plate lunches inside, along with utensils and napkins.

SERENA

Aw, thanks!

She grabs her plate lunch out of the bag and begins to eat and look at stars.

SERENA (cont’d)

They’re really pretty tonight.

FINN

I used to do this from time to time. I’d sit on my roof and use a telescope. Watching the stars glow in the ocean of space. It was beautiful in the silence of the night.

SERENA

Holy shit, that last sentence was poetic as fuck.

He laughs a little.

FINN

I’m not a poetic dude.

SERENA

Stop lying, I know you are! Mr. Artsy!

FINN

Nah…

SERENA

Oh come on, you’ve done so many artsy stuff. I’ve seen you draw, paint, make short films for media club, write stories, take photos and edit them. I heard you wrote a poem for that one girl.

FINN

Uh, she rejected me by the way. But yeah, kinda left that guy behind.

SERENA

Oh damn, my bad. Well, she doesn’t deserve you, if you took the time and patience to write that girl a poem.

FINN

I know… I know.

SERENA

And what made you leave being Mr. Artsy behind?

FINN

Self-Judgement, being hypercritical, literally everything where I worry about myself and what people see come from me.

SERENA

But why?

FINN

Lost myself for a while… fell away from who I used to be.

SERENA Well, whenever you feel ready to come back to Mr. Creative, I’ll be waiting for you.

FINN

Thank you. Can we look at stars now?

SERENA

Yes, please!

They both lie down on the tabletop and look at the stars. The song “Lights Down Low” by MAX plays in the background as the gaze at random stars.

SERENA

What now?

FINN

Just look at the stars. Sorry, haven’t done this in a while. Forgot all the star systems and all that.

SERENA

It’s fine. You can point out whatever and make it up along as we go.

She points to one constellation.

SERENA (cont’d)

What’s that one?

FINN

That’s the constellation of Sagittarius.

SERENA

See you do remember something!

FINN

Yeah but that one’s my zodiac so I remember that one.

SERENA

What’s are those two?

She points to two different constellations. FINN looks at them and instantly recognizes them.

FINN

Altair and Vega… There’s actually a love story between the two. I don’t know if you want to hear it.

SERENA

Tell me!

FINN

Uh okay.

(He laughs a little then gets into this narration style voice)

I’m trying to remember but Altair and Vega were deeply in love. But we're separated by the celestial river of the Milky Way. But on one special day a year, Vega’s tears would call upon all the magpies in the world and the would form a bridge so they could spend one night of happiness together.

SERENA was astonished by the story. FINN smiles a bit awkwardly.

SERENA

That’s beautiful.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)

Uh! Boring!

Both FINN & SERENA hear LUCIAN’S voice. Record scratch sound effect plays and the song stops at 1st Chorus.

LUCIAN/NARRATOR (V.O)(Cont’d)

I will admit, it was a nice romantic story that you gave. But the author really likes to elongate the scenes.

Several shadowy figures appear before them. Only showing red glowing eyes. They grab FINN and attempt to grab SERENA but he manages to free her from their grip before they disappear in a flash.

CUT TO:

INT - ANCIENT TEMPLE

FINN wakes up in some sort of an ancient temple. He looks around, find two monsters guarding a doorway. ATHENA & TAVEN bound and stuck to the walls of this circular dome room. LUCIAN was on the other end doing some weird shit.

FINN

(Intensely worried)

Erin?

ERIN (V.O)

(Intensely worried)

Yeah?

FINN

(Intensely worried)

What do we do?

ERIN (V.O)

(Intensely worried)

I have no fuckin clue.

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tempestshakes01 · 5 years

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happy and anxious.

happy because i love my apartment and i love Lil Cup of Joe. he is a terror and the sweetest boy ever, and i feel so much love for him. this is why i can’t be around an animal for an extended period of time. i will die for any creature i get attached to and lil joe is now my baby.

but i am anxious because i put of working when my brother brought home a puppy. he didn’t ask me to, but he’s an idiot who’s never home and bought a puppy to make him come home. i gave him 3 days and when his habits didn’t change, joe was being left alone and untrained, and i needed a running buddy--well, i took over. joe’s now potty-trained and knows a few (one) command. i take him everywhere to socialize him. he’s mine. but i’ll never say that to nick. who still needs to go therapy. i don’t know him. i don’t know what goes on in that head of his. it’s like we switched personalities in our 20s. i went from the quiet, serious type to basically a manic 13 yr old boy. he went from a wildly charismatic clown to a brooding hipster. what makes him laugh? what is he thinking? what is he passionate about? how does he talk to other ppl for hours but he can barely speak to his family for more than half of one? what did we do?

i got really angry the other night thinking about the fights i’ve had with my parents this past year.

1) washington d.c. - mom and i got into to it in front of the fuckin white house at dusk. i was so emotional and upset at being there, right there where trump fucks over our country, and my mom was being...well, the woman fox news molded. i was furious and trying to keep it nice, so i asked if we could just stop. stop talking. i was gonna blow up. and my mom was like, “why do we stop when you say stop, but when i ask to stop, you continue?” which...is it true? i didn’t think so, and because i can’t keep my mouth shut, i argued until i walked away. i walked into the crowds and then i kept walking. i kept walking. i kept walking.

it was terrible. i texted her “i’m gone” and i left.

i forgot the details but i wandered that area of d.c. got a coffee. tried not to cry. and then...remembered how much trouble my mom’s phone was giving her, that her gps apps weren’t being accurate, that she wasn’t confident at the metro, and that it was now dark. that she was alone in an unfamiliar city with a camera bag strapped to her screaming “i’m a tourist!”

i felt like utter and complete shit. it was one of the most despicable things i’ve ever done. later, i told some people and they were like “she’s a grown woman! you were both upset!” but no. i can’t make excuses like that. i knew that my mom was scared. i burst into tears. a crazy sobbing girl in the middle of d.c. i immediately texted her and told her to get back to me when she got to the hotel.

an hour later, back at the hotel, my mom couldn’t even look at me. couldn’t speak to me. i knew i had to apologize and i did, wording it carefully because i walking on a minefield. i again blocked out most of the conversation, but it quickly dissolved into a mess of confessions. i was wrecked. at first because of what happened, but as our conversation turned into an argument, i became furious again. over how she interpreted some of our interactions. over how i “blamed” her for my anxiety and anger. i told her i got my anger from her. that i was slow to it like my father, but when something lit inside me it burned bright and hot and deadly like her. that her grudges and cold shoulders hurt me so, so badly when i was a kid (which she then explained wasn’t a grudge, just her processing her anger...but that was way, way into the night). oh god, it was so bad. so bad. she confessed how she felt about all us kids. told me about her problems with andi and nick. told me she wanted to move away from us. told me she didn’t want a relationship with me or them if it was going to be like this.

i didn’t sleep. just cried and cried. like i did when i was a kid. sobbed in the bathroom and then under my covers. we barely talked the next day, but it slowly became okay. i didn’t know how to explain how much i loved her, so i tried to show her.

in the end, we were ok enough.

2) driving 30 hrs across the country - my dad and i were talking and he told me how he didn’t get us, and that we were hurting mom by rejecting her or something. he was upset and my dad doesn’t get upset, so i got upset and moody. and he was like “why are you like this? just with me? just with us. you’re so cruel.” and i knew it was true but it still took me an hour to snap out of it. and i apologized.

but i feel sometimes angry bc i got the emo dump from both my parents. about both my siblings! and they don’t even talk to them about it! my parents don’t even touch nick anymore! they leave him alone because it’s easier that way and he wouldn’t listen even if they tried to talk to him! and my sister would get super huffy and feel judged and act out in some way and take the kids! so. i get it but i hate it!!! because i got the feelings dump! i got the tears and the hours of psychoanalyzing why we are the way we are! and i hate that i feel burdened by it sometimes?

i want to be there for my parents but sometimes i’m that petulant child that still wants a mommy and daddy, not two parents who are human and exist with their own emotional life. and that’s so unfair to them and wrong of me, but i feel that way because i’m the child that gets this brunt of this side of them.

but it’s because in my own way im the most difficult and this shit spills out when i push them.

my parents (mostly mom) are only getting more set in their ways and defensive of their opinions. my mom...my mom who taught me so much about art and the world and appreciating different cultures and music and lived life with such vigor and wonder...i can see that fading and hardening. she’s stubborn about what she like and doesn’t have much interest in anything new. she’s offended and hurt when i gently bring up her how she used to be.

my dad’s always been this way. very traditional, but kind. spoiled, but hardworking. likes what he likes. but he’s eating more greens. he’ll try what i make because i made it. we listened to latino usa and old radio lab podcasts that whole drive from wa to tx, and he loved it, and we discussed the episodes. and i loved him so much because he gave them a shot and we connected.

but my mom. my mom. i miss her and she’s right there, but she’s not. and i know i’m part of the reason she’s retreated into herself and her more ‘sturdy’ beliefs and the friends who share them. she’s so quick to judge and harsh about it these days. is it age? is it us? is it this horrible world?

i came home to this. i came home and how quickly people change bc i didn’t expect my mom to be so old. in spirit. she’s tired. she doesn’t trust me. we’re working on being gentle. i’m working on not being so quick to anger.

my dad and i...i’m thrilled we’re getting along so well after i treated him like shit during the ~separation years~ between my parents. i was awful to him and he knew why, but he never called me out on it.

my sis and i are fine. i’m so relieved she got out of that last relationship with that TERRIBLE PERSON and came to her senses, and somewhat grew up. we kick it. she cooks for me. we don’t completely jive cause she’s hood, but can code-switch between worlds, and i’m suburban through and through, so i’m not as cool or smooth as she is. i’m her dorky weird little sister and i appreciate her love for me.

my brother? a mystery. a complete mystery.

and i’m reminded of how he called me on my birthday and started weeping and asking about therapy and saying he’s sorry he never believed in my anxiety because it’s true--you don’t ask for, you don’t know why it appears, and it wrecks you. and he deals with it now for no discernible reason and he sounded so, so broken over the phone that i was shaking and crying when we hung up.

but now he’s as chill as ever and takes minimal care of his puppy because the 1st dog he got was pretty hands-off from the jump, but she was grown and pooed and peeded everywhere for months (he says no, but that’s selective memory), so now lil joe is mine and i need to get a job because the lack of structure is killlllllllllllllingggggg me. but i don’t want to leave lil joe :(

it’s funny how i never set out to write all this shit, but it comes spilling out.

huh. wait.

i left and i worked on myself but then i missed my family.

did i come back to work on the family? to work on my relationship with them? is that my purpose here and why i felt compelled to return?

went climbing with GA. i was totally afraid of falling and bouldering isn’t as fun to me as top rope, but i wanna keep at it.

trying to set something up with B and A. my buds. i love em.

gotta set something up with L because I have a feeling we’ll be good friends here. and weirdly, BG contacted me even though I haven’t talked to him since college? and even then we weren’t that close. he was just inching toward asking me out and never managed it.

fav emmy looks: zendaya (obviously. omg, whatta babe), maisie williams (whatta look, suits her perfectly, killed it), gwen christie (whatta jesus babe), that girl in the billowing mint green dress, anddddd clea duvall (a babe in a tux).

vm continue to make me sad and hopefully things go well with tour for them. it’s nice to see them getting along with charlie and tanith. with bby charlie and tati and max’s kid coming along...oh boy for scott’s emotions. he’s gonna ignore the HELL out of those sad feeling for what couldvebeen with tess and he’s gonna plan hard for his and j’s future offspring instead. (can i also predict that i think one thing scott’s gonna have trouble with in his marriage--oddly enough--is keeping the marriage a partnership and not bulldozing over his spouse with his wants and needs ...wait, that’s not odd lol)

anyway, gotta take joe out to pee. gotta get to bed soon because i wanna be on the trails by 7am and then maybe to the climbing gym. this face maybe a potato but my body can improve! (i’m thicc at the moment thanks to texas food 🤧)

#miranda this is your life

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psifitopia · 5 years

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late liveblogging

I’ve decided to go ahead and do a “live” blogging of Murdoc + MacGyver + Murdoc. Hurray for CBS All Access! I just have so many reactions to this and I notice more stuff as I keep rewatching. lol This is actually the fifth or sixth time I’ve watched this episode. I can’t get enough of it.

To be fair to him, Mac did lock his door, after coming in. Not that did it did him much good, of course.

I gotta agree with Murdoc. They really need to get rid of the George Washington mask.

Owch! That’s gotta hurt. Mac is TICKED! Haha Murdoc, you’re winded.

Do you really care if the water is filtered, Murdoc? It’s no wonder Mac gets impatient with you.

There it is he USED to admire Liu for being dangerous and violent. Maybe it’s different, when it’s aimed at Cassian...or Murdoc’s heart is changing. MacGyver is so unimpressed right now, even when giving credit where due. Apparently, Murdoc is better at hunting than rescuing.

“I care about you so much...” And you do such a crap job of showing it, Murdoc. Honestly.

Mac’s hot, when he’s angry. He’s cute, when he’s annoyed.

Murdoc, what is up with Bozer? Be nice to him! I love how he greets them with such fondness. I also love Jack calling him “Doc.” There’s just something cute about there frenemy relationship. Poor Nasha.

Honestly, Murdoc, do you not realize you can’t just demand inspiration? A little patience is called for here. I love Murdoc’s weird speech patterns. “Hashtag disappointed.” “Evil before beauty.” His accent does such an interesting thing right there. It’s cute.

And, evidently, Murdoc does not have a nose like a bloodhound.

Defensive much, Murdoc? Mac, that is not the first time Murdoc has displayed human emotion around you. Far from it.

Wife, ha! That was a shocker.

Poor Nasha. And dayum, Murdoc does clean up pretty! I love it, when Dastmalchian’s characters wear a suit.

Jack, Jack, that is not helping, dude. Yeah, fine, go be action man.

No, Murdoc, it is not surprising that you lied. Of course, I’m personally not surprised you convinced someone to marry you. Good looks and intelligence will get you places.

Wow, Mac, you’re hitting below the belt today. Of course, it’s justified, but it’s unusual for you, bud. Try not to antagonize the stressed out, homicidal parent, too much, though. Heh I love Murdoc’s appreciation of sarcasm in others. It’s good to know he mostly can take what he dishes out.

Christopher Robin! hehehe Does that make Jack Pooh Bear?

What’s scary is Murdoc, murderous as he is, really doesn’t have a temper. He gets impatient and mildly annoyed, often enough, but rarely angry. Him with a temper...yeah, let's not leave Cassian with his mom. Bad idea.

And, wow, she really does not want to discuss custody. Poor Cassian. At least he knows his dad loves him. Macgyver, come on. I know you’re ticked, but the kid really is in a bad spot, here.

Murdoc, you told him to shine. Let him! You know he does stuff for reasons.

That’s one determined woman. Of course, given how the episode ends, maybe she had others take turns doing it. And, again, he USED to admire that about her. Murdoc. Any chance you’re finding better people to admire now? Hmmm?

Reese’s Piecies. LOL Murdoc, you are so strange. Again, give MacGvyer a chance. Does he look like he’s given up? I’m not sure if Murdoc's jealous of Nasha or just reacting badly to everything, because he’s worried about Cassian. Probably both, but I think his worry is fogging his head. He usually keeps up with MacGyver better than this.

“Waste removal.” Rude, Murdoc. I really do love that. “How’s your day going to far? I mean, besides this part, of course.” The banker’s reaction sells that so well. He just does not know what he should say. Humor the lunatic, not humor the lunatic?

Yes, MacGyver speaking Spanish is beyond hot. No, Murdoc, you are not the fun team. To be fair, though, he did handle that sarcasm about the mirror really well. Poor MacGyver just cannot stop with the remarks. I do love the way Lucas Till portrayed him in a state of slowly simmering rage.

Mac, he didn’t kill you, because 1) he never does and 2) you had quit the Phoenix and weren’t a problem for him. I have to say, though, that whole “You’re asking a sociopath his motive for committing murder? That is so cute! Next question!” thing? That seems pretty evasive to me. I’m wondering why Murdoc didn’t want to actually answer. Murdoc just refuses to take this seriously and I don’t think it’s solely because he’s psycho and doesn’t care.

“I want to be your Mona Lisa.” That line is gold, because it can be taken SO many different ways.

And, again, Murdoc saves MacGyver’s life. If he does that one more time, saving Mac’s life is going to outnumber the times Murdoc’s tried to kill him. (I don’t count the kidnapping in X-ray + Penny. I don’t think he intended to kill MacGyver. It was all a ruse to get Fletcher into the Collective.)

This fight scene is so good. Like, Amber, why are you trying to kill your husband? Why so angry? Then, again, this might be a standard greeting between them. Murdoc doesn’t seem especially surprised. And, wowza, that boy is strong. It’s gotta take some strength to swing her around like that into a table!

Yeah, Murdoc, isn’t your wife a better player than that? To just leave the kid unattended and miss that she’s been tailed? Poor MacGyver, having to play referee.

Did they spend an hour just staring at each other challengingly? Ah, the lovely couple snark!

I will always die laughing over “cookie” and “cupcake.” So adorable!

Um, Amber? You don’t get to criticize Murdoc’s parenting skills. Cassian seems like a great kid and he at least has been trying. LOL Poor MacGyver trying to keep two assassins from metaphorically being stabby.

Thirty-five aliases! Ding dang, Murdoc. Okay, really, now you have no excuse to not retire. Also, that comedy au of Murdoc being a landlord with quirky residents makes a bit more sense now.

I have never heard a golf tee called a golf pencil. Murdoc. Hon. You really shouldn’t call other people scum. I mean, you are a paid killer, y’know.

I don’t think Murdoc expected you to be this angry at him. You actually surprised him. And MacGyver’s expressions during Murdoc’s story about meeting Amber is just so much win! Damn, though. I don’t expect MacGyver to care, but I do wonder if he realizes he’s succeeding in hurting Murdoc. I’ll give you dollars to donuts that Murdoc is hiding a world of hurt at being told his son is better off without him. He loves that boy.

Ah, I do love Jack. His skills really are under-rated. Jack, are you taking Bozer’s shoes as compensation for the loss of your cellphones?

Murdoc is such a contradiction. The whole pumping out the air thing is awful, but it really does seem he wanted it to fail. After all, Nasha probably would have died, if he hadn’t put that warning on the rifle mechanism.

Oh, ouch. That little muscle twitch in Murdoc’s cheek! I mean, wow! Dastmalchian is such a fabulous actor and you can just see Murdoc heading for a meltdown. MacGyver, that comment was really unkind, even if it is Murdoc.

I love that except for one comment, MacGyver just lets Murdoc have his little tantrum.

Talk about being made of iron! That’s a messy way to catch up to people. You have to give Murdoc credit for bravery. The dude is badass! He can barely walk, but he takes out three other assassins. Four, if you count that he could have killed Amber.

How many times has Jack or someone asked Murdoc what was wrong with him? Now, it’s Murdoc’s turn to ask someone that. No, Amber, you def were not cut out for motherhood, but, uh, were you betting Murdoc wouldn’t kill you?! You took a heck of a risk, girlie.

Murdoc’s expressions. That wince. You can almost see his brain chewing on itself. He’s so close to a breakdown. At least he had the sense to clean up a bit, before getting to Cassian. I love every time Murdoc and Cassian interact. There is so much love and concern between them. Poor Cassian seeing his dad injured! And Murdoc assuring him and holding his hand. This gives me so many feels! Honestly, I think this is where MacGyver really begins seeing humanity in Murdoc.

Seriously, Murdoc just looks so honestly pleased that Nasha got rescued.

He’s going to jail for the sake of his son. I love that they’re developing his character beyond merely walking evil. I hate that trope. It’s boring, imho. I prefer complexity.

I really think he means it, when he says Matty and MacGyver are two of his favorite people. And, I do wonder. What kinds of preparation are being made to his cell? I have a feeling she means a lot more than just putting out some sheets.

Matty is being so kind, here, really. She’s not cutting him slack, exactly, but she’s being compassionate. I think she gets how hard this is for him. She really is a great character. Oh, Mac. Of course, he’ll get the address.

Uncle? Brothers? Murdoc, you can’t hide forever.

Ah, Mac, you’re finally catching on. Don’t shoot him down too quickly. I have a feeling you’re going to need him and you’re the best influence he’s ever had.

Murdoc, it would really help if you didn’t hide your advice and warnings behind sarcasm.

Oh, Nasha, you don’t know how Mac’s life works. It’s never over and Murdoc will never be gone...I hope.

#macgyver #murdoc #macdoc #murdoc + macgyver +murdoc

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rookisaknight · 6 years

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Deputy

Might as well introduce her before I ramble about my good ending aus and self-indulgent shit

This is a questionnaire whipped up by @dutchisland

The Basics

1. Give their full name, and describe them or post a picture! (Height, build, hair, eye, and skin color, etc.)

Molly Sofia Kriz. A lanky brunette, around 5′8″. Skin is covered with freckles, acne scars, and is usually sunburned. Big black eyes. Her father was Czech and her mother was Latinx. Her hair was fairly long before the helicopter crash, after which she chopped it off to just under her chin to get rid of the burnt edges. She rarely has time for a haircut and usually just chops it off with whatever’s readily available. On the rare occasions that she has down time Kim will usually menace her into sitting still long enough to give it a proper trim. Big forehead. Small hands

2. How old are they?

3. Sexuality and gender?

Pansexual, she/her.

Pre-Game

1. How did they end up at the Hope County Sheriff’s Department? How long have they worked there?

She’s not a Hope County native but he knew when she graduated from Police Academy that she had no interest in being a big city cop, and angled for a small town assignment. She lucked out with Hope County. Or at least, so she thought. If we was hoping for things to be less complicated out here....In any case, she’d been working there for just under a year before the raid on Eden’s Gate

2. Relationship with Pratt, Hudson, and Whitehorse?

Pratt: Staci was delighted to no longer be the lowest rung on the totem pole and enjoyed giving her as much hell as Hudson gave him when he was the Rook. Based on what little we see of him before Jacob gets a hold of him I’ve always imagined Pratt as just a bit of a prankster. To this day Molly doesn’t drink coffee or sit in a chair at the station without thoroughly examingin both for traps. Still, they have a certain rapport and had each other’s backs. Some possible romantic tension that might have gone somewhere, in a better world.

Hudson: they weren’t exactly having sleepovers and braiding each other’s hair, but they wre close enough to grab coffee a few times when they weren’t at work. Hudson isn’t known for being friendly but she was a little relieved to have another woman in the department. Joey took a few hits for Molly when she thought Pratt or the Sheriff were making life too hard for her, and in return Molly did her best to learn the lessons Joey taught her. A bit of an older sister relationship.

Whitehorse: He’s not a man to get chummy with his deputies but their relationship was amicable enough. Whitehorse has been in the game for a long time, and once she became aware of how bad things really were in Hope County she was a little in awe of him. He has a lot more respect for her than she thinks, but he rarely expresses it. Whitehorse thought she had potential, just no real call to action yet.

3. Do they have an education?

An unremarkable academic career in high school, a couple of years at a community college, and Police Academy. Not much of a scholar, although she does like to read. Or did. At this point she doubts she could relax enough to sit down with a novel.

4. Where are they from? Did they speak a different language there?

Eastern Washington. No, but she did pick up some Spanish from her mom.

5. Is there anyone outside the valley that might have come looking for them?

If she had kept her parents in the loop they might have come looking, but she’d never wanted them to worry.

6. Did they have a religious background of any kind?

Her parents wee Catholic enough to drag her to Mass every Sunday in childhood but not enough to kick up that much of a fuss when she slowly stopped going at 16. She knows enough to pass and would comfortably say that she believes in a God, but even before her time in Montana she was suspicious of organized religion.

Inside Hope County

1. What was going through their head when the helicopter went down and during the subsequent chase?

She was running on raw adrenaline the whole time and there wasn’t much room for coherent thought beyond “please don’t let me die” . The guilt came later

2. Were they afraid of Joseph and Eden’s Gate? Angry?

She was terrified by Eden’s Gate pre-game, but lately that’s shifted into just a reisgned anger. She can’t hate most of them, they’re simply too sad. Instead she’s just generally frustrated. And tired. So soooo tired.

3. Did they trust Dutch?

Not at first, but once the words “mostly it means we’re all fucked” left his mouth she kinda figured this was either a really elaborate roleplay or a guy she could trust. She bet on the latter.

4. How did they feel about their team being taken by the cult, did they count them as lost, did they want them back, did they not care?

Her team was the main reason she bothered to stick around instead of high-tailing out and hoping the National Guard could take care of it. Molly’s a good cop but she’s no hero. She didn’t have any high-minded ideas of resistance or revenge when she started out, she just wanted to find her team before it was too late. By the time she’d rescued all of them, though, she found she had other people to care for.

5. How did they take to the idea of being part of, if not leading, the resistance?

Pre-game she thought of the resistance as four or five gun-crazed survivalists who though dumping more bullets into the situation would somehow make it better. After she found herself on the outside of police protection, though, she gained a newfound repect for what they do. She condiers herself a solo act (more for convenince than for ideology), but she has a lot of loyalty to many many members of the resistance, and yes Virgil, she’ll wear the stupid button.

6. Which companions did they recruit, and who did they travel with the most?

Jess and Sharky are her usual partners in crime for general mayhem. When she’s inhHolland Valley and knows she won’t be pulling him far from his family she’ll call in Nick for air support (usually getting dinner at the Rye hous after). She adopted Boomer and loves him to death but is far too anxious to take him into battle, so he stays at the abndoned farmhouse she’s been camping out in. When Sharky’s laid up she calls Hurk, but that doesn’t usually go well.

7. Did they have time to find romance amidst the chaos? How did they do it?

Romance is a strong word. She ends up with a truly hopeless crush on Nick Rye. Not that she’d ever act on it. She loves Kim to death and honestly thinks they make a great couple. But she’d be lying if she said there weren’t a couple late nights in the Rye household where she looked over at Nick and thought “what if?” Still, she keeps it to herself and is pretty sure he doesn’t have a clue.

8. Feelings about Joseph?

Mostly fear. After that, probably anger. But.she understands the draw. The man has undeniable charisma. In her encounters with him it has honestly been a struggle not to find herself swallowed by those hypnotic voice and that voice. Sometimes, when no one’s around and she’s taking a day in her house...she turns the radio to the Project’s station and just listens to his sermons. Wondering how someone so monstrous and so unhinged could make it sound so wise.

9. Feelings about the other Seeds?

John: Hates his guts, but honestly he makes a good arch-nemsis. She loves doing things just to stick it to him. Right up until he started taking it out on Hudson.

Faith: she’s felt odd moments of pity for her, but mostly she’s just unnerved by her. Something about that flower child appearance mixed with the cold-blooded calculation that makes her feel very off-balance.

Jacob: despite all he did to Pratt, she has a hard time hating him. Jacob is what he is. She can understand every step that was taken to make him end up like this and on weird level she respects him. Part of this is teh process of conditioning, which requred them to spend a long time in close quarters while he tried to get in her head and turn it inside out. She doesn’t pity him, but she feels sympathy. Which doesn’’t mean she would hesitate to put a bullet through his brain. The best they could do for each other is the decency of a quick death. As befitted a fellow soldier.

10. How did they handle having to kill animals and other humans? Had they done it before?

Animals were fine, she used to hunt with her mom. People....well, eventually you get used to it.

11. Which canon ending did they choose in-game, and would you have changed the ending at all?

Resist. Absolutely not

Personal

1. Favorite weapon(s)?

She’s a simple gal with a sawed off shotgun and pistol. That’s all you need.

2. Stealth or firepower?

She’ll usually send in Sharky as the literal firepower while she and Jess pick off cultists drawn to his display.

3. How did they spend their time, when not fighting peggies?

She spends a lot of time at the Spread Eagle or hanging out with Jess and Sharky in her house, blasting music and playing cards. She loves when she has time for dinner with the Ryes, and sometimes she’ll go fishing with Jerome.

4. Where did they live during the events of the game?

A small, abandoned farmhouse nestled in a copse of woods between Holland Valley and the Whitetail Mountains.

5. Any other facts you want to share about your Deputy!

She swears up and down she saw Bigfoot in her front yard, but no one belives her.

#far cry 5 #far cry deputy #fc5 #deputies #oc: molly kriz #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #nick rye #kim rye #sharky boshaw #jess black #staci pratt #joey hudson #earl whitehorse #long post

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somethingvicked · 6 years

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Masquerade of Life

Chapter 1

Claire

My cellphone rang the moment I came into my dorm room. I had just sat through a lecture about Dante Alighieri and what his work had meant to modern poetry, so a bit of distraction was very welcome, making me answer quickly before the caller hung up.

"Hello?"

"Claire?" I heard my father, Charlie Swan ask at the other end of the receiver.

It's my phone dad, who else, I thought to myself as I smiled from hearing from my father "No, chief Swan, you have actually reached Queen Elizabeth II. God bless me!" I exclaimed with my best British accent.

Charlie chuckled but his heart wasn't in it, which I immediately noticed and got tense. Something must be wrong.

"Nice to see one of my daughters still has her humor intact," he muttered making me confused.

"What?" I wondered, silently begging him to explain. So this, whatever it was must be about Bella.

My fraternal twin sister Isabella was currently living with our dad in Forks, Washington while I lived in London, attending Queen Mary's University. It was the first time Bella and I had been separated in our 18-years of life.

Up until a year ago we had both lived with our mom, Renee and then later her husband Phil. Renee and Charlie had met when Renee was only 19 and gotten headfirst into a marriage and then getting pregnant with us only a few months later.

Renee had tried, I guess, but it was no secret she hated Forks. She hated the constant rain, the small town life and only meeting the same people over and over. So when me and Bella were just toddlers she took us and left, divorcing Charlie in the process as he didn't want to leave Forks.

She moved to Phoenix in Arizona and it was not a bad place to live. Always sunny, lots of other children and never boring. I missed my dad lots though, making a habit out of going to Forks and visit him every Christmas and Easter.

Bella did so too during our younger years, but apparently lost interest when we were around 11 years old. She didn't like Forks either, she hated the rain and the coldness. Instead dad had to take a trip to California, booking rooms at a hotel as a compromise for Bella. I didn't like that and I had told Bella many times. Charlie shouldn't have to leave his home just to see his daughters. But Bella only said the rain made her depressed; making her want to curl up in bed and never get up.

The weather in Forks could be depressing, yes, she had a point there. But the fact that she couldn't put up with it for two-three weeks every year just to see our father, her own flesh and blood, made me angry at her and it was a recurring factor in the few arguments we had.

Which had made me even more astonished when Bella had decided to move to Forks last year when I got a letter from England, telling me that I had gotten an early acceptance into the Queen Mary University of London, a school for drama and literature – everything I had ever dreamed of!

Secretly I was also relieved because it would give me the chance to be something else than Bella Swan's sister. I loved Bella, I really did – we had come into this world together, me being just 11 minutes younger than her – we were family. But all my life I had to watch out for her. Even when we were little girls.

For some reason Bella was so utterly clumsy that she managed to trip over daisies and spraining her foot while walking over soft beach sand. And all my life, ever since I was old enough to understand the words it had been "Please watch over your sister, Claire! We don't want her to hurt herself!"

It was no different when we got older either. Renee had always been a bit of an eccentric mom, wanting us to try out as many hobbies as possible. Now, with a child like Bella one would think that she could leave her out of things such as volleyball, ballet and horse riding. But nope. And if Bella came home with a bruised face because the volleyball had hit her in the face I knew what would come: "Why didn't you look after Bella, Claire?" Same if she broke her toes during ballet practice. Or fell of a horse.

Bella didn't like it either – I assume no one would like to hear constant reminders that they need a baby sitter, especially as the oldest sister.

I couldn't resent my mom though. She was one of those eternal children of the world that never really grew up. She didn't know how to handle Bella's constant accidents so she looked to me for handling it.

It was also thanks to Renee that I found two of my biggest passions: Theater and kick boxing. I had joined a drama club at the age of 10 and been a member ever since. It was because of that it got me my early acceptance into the university.

By then Renee had met Phil, a junior league baseball player and married him. He was a bit younger than her but our mother had always seemed younger than her age so they mixed well together. But he had to travel a lot in his work and Renee missed him terribly. She tried to make it seem like no big deal but it was like watching an exotic flower wither in loss of the sun.

I sometimes played with the idea of bringing up moving to Forks for the last two school years, but I always thought better of it because of Bella's attitude to Fork's. Then when my acceptance letter came, Bella suddenly said she would go live with Charlie. Since I wouldn't be home anymore either then mom could travel with Phil.

When saying this she sounded more like someone in court pleading guilty to make a better deal but I kept my mouth shut. Charlie would be really happy to have Bella living with him and Renee would be happy to be with Phil. If Bella wanted to play the martyr and hope it got her into heaven I would let her.

It probably sounded like I resent my sister – I really don't. But even though she's my twin she can be a bit of a whiny brat sometimes. She was responsible in her own way, absolutely, no trouble maker at all. And she and I had silently shared the housework between us for years as it was easier doing so than trusting our mom to remember it. Neither Bella or I had complained about that - so I couldn't say she never helped out around home either.

But Bella shied away from people, not making contact and being socially awkward when I tried introducing some of my friends. I didn't fault her for that though – some people were just like that, introverts. But it was her face of moping and loneliness in the corridors of school that irritated me. One can't both complain about feeling like an outsider and not wanting anything to do with people at the same time.

The way she manipulated the love our dad had for us also made me angry – it always had to be about whether Bella was comfortable or not during our visits, not what Charlie or I wanted.

But when telling her this I always got a sad puppy-dog look and a: "How can you think that about me, Claire?!"

I woke up from my thoughts about my sister when Charlie asked in a high voice: "Claire! Have you even heard a thing I said?"

"Umm … no, sorry, dad. What did you say?"

Charlie sighed. "It's about that boy … Edward. She told you about him, right?"

Yeah, she did. Bella and I didn't talk regularly but we exchanged emails from time to time. I had thought about sending her postcards or letters from London but on a student scholarship I couldn't really afford it.

Bella had told me about this guy, Edward Cullen that she had started to date last year. It was a bit mysterious since Bella had seemed head over heels for him at first. Then, over a weekend she had suddenly broke it off with him, fleeing away from Forks, telling Charlie she didn't want to get stuck like our mother (way to go with hurting dad with just words, Bella!). And then Edward had gone after her and it all ended with Bella tripping down the stairs and crashing into a window, breaking her leg.

I had wanted to come to the hospital but mom had pleaded with me to stay in London. Bella was okay and apparently she didn't want me to come. Thanks for that one, sis.

I always wondered if Edward was the one that had hurt her, making her come back to him and back to Forks. But when I tried to ask Bella about the accident she had blown up at me and said Edward would never harm her, closed our chat window and ignored me for weeks.

Touchy.

Last I heard from Bella had been on our birthday two months ago and then everything seemed fine. In fact she mentioned that Edward's family was going to throw her a birthday party – just for her and them since they knew what Bella thought about birthday celebration. I thought it very sweet of them.

"What about him?" I asked Charlie, pushing my thoughts away again.

"Well … the day after yours and Bella's birthday … he and his family just … left! They left their house, Forks, everything. Edward apparently broke up with Bella and she … I don't know what happened – she didn't come home that night and this guy from La Push found her in the woods, all curled up and … and I don't know what to do, Claire. She's like a shell of her former self. She does everything asked of her but … and she's screaming during the nights. Crying in her sleep like someone's shoved a knife through her. Every freaking night, Claire!"

My father's voice broke and I could feel his pain inside my chest. It must be very bad if he called me.

"That's so awful," I said. "How could they just leave like that? And did that had anything to do with why he and Bella broke up?"

"I don't know," Charlie said. "Bella never told me much about him. I thought him a good kid despite everything. The doctor and his wife are nice people after all."

I sighed again. "Do you want me to come home, dad?"

He mimicked my sigh. "You don't have to Claire, I hope you know that. But honestly … neither I nor Renee know what to do with your sister. Renee thought you might know, with how close you guys have always been … it's okay with me if you don't, but it would also be nice to not be alone in this."

I frowned when he mentioned my mother's thoughts about me and Bella. Renee had always had some kind of mythological thoughts about us since we were twins and twins were supposed to understand everything about each other. I had tried to explain to Renee that is was really just a myth and that we were fraternal twins on top of that – not really closer than regular siblings since we didn't have the exact same DNA like identical twins did.

Me and Bella had been close as children when we really just were everything the other one had but as we grew and developed our own personalities and interests we grew apart from each other. That didn't mean that we didn't care about each other but we were not like Renee thought us.

"I understand, dad," I told Charlie, "Umm … well I have to speak to the university counselors and make a few arrangements. It's almost Christmas and just a few lectures left. I should be able to do them over distance. Then we can try and figure this out over the holiday."

Charlie exhaled in the other end, relief palpable in his tone. "Really? That's great, sweetheart. Thank you. Call me when you've gotten the go from your teachers, I'll book you a ticket home."

"I will daddy. I love you."

"Love you too, sweetie," Charlie mumbled and then hung up.

I tossed my cellphone on the bed in my little dorm room, angrily punching my bookshelf. What the hell had that boy done to Bella?!

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Rick and Morty vs The Multiverse: The Rickening

Dimension K-264, 12 years ago

Somewhere in Washington, a small white suburban house sat quietly on a two way street. Its outside was covered in stucco with a pane glass window in the center and a divided window on the end, beneath a balcony. A satellite sat on its brown shingled roof. The wind whistled gently, and the warm summer air christened a great new day.

On the fresh sidewalk, a portal opened. A hand, covered in a black ichor, rose from the spinning green aether and grabbed the sidewalk. Pulling himself up, an old man with light blue hair stumbled to his knees. The second he was on the ground, he spun onto his back, aiming a bulky looking gun that was reminiscent of a Walmart scanner at the swirling green mass. With a quick shot, he hit the portal dead in the center, causing it to pop out of existence. Smiling, he laid on the ground before slowly closing his eyes and inhaling slowly. He raises his hands in the air, and furls his brow.

"You can't fucking kill me, you insect bastards!" he screamed up at the sky. "You hear me?! Nobody can fucking kill Rick Fucking Sanchez!"

After laying there for a second to catch his breath, he slowly sat up, laughing slightly as he wiped some blood from his lip. He left a black outline of his body, right down to the parts where his hair stuck out, in the spot where he'd been lying, but he ignored it for now. Dusting himself off and placing his hand on his knee, he took a deep sigh as the joy quickly ran from his face.

"Alright, time to rip this Band-Aid off." he declared to himself.

He stood up slowly before turning to the door, favoring his left side a bit. He ran his black ichor-covered hands through his matted hair, leaving streaks of black amongst the light blue. He then cleaned the remaining ichor off of his hands by wiping them on his blood covered lab coat. He took a deep breath as he approached the door, raising his hand to knock.

"Wonder if she remembers me." He thought aloud as he knocked three times.

The door opened as a blonde woman stood in the entryway, a bored expression on her face. However, once she laid eyes on Rick, her eyes began watering as she clutched the lining of her coat, the words 'Washington Health Institute' crumbling in her grip.

"Da- Dad?" She asked, her voice reduced to a whimper.

"Hey Sweetie." Rick spoke softly, giving a small smile as his hands snaked into his coat pockets. "How have you been? I haven't seen you in, what has it been-"

"Who is it Beth?" A voice interrupted from the kitchen, "Is it that pervert from next door? What's his name, Ge-?"

A man entered the living room, wearing a green polo shirt and his hair gelled back. He approached Beth, placing a hand on her shoulder. Once he got a good look at Rick, his eyes narrowed and his face became impassive and indifferent.

"Rick." He greeted coldly.

"Jerry." Rick replied in an equally hostile tone, his hand darting into his lab coat. "What the fuck are you doing in my daughter's house? I thought I told you that if I ever saw your face again-"

"Dad, who's at the door?" a small voice called out from the top of the staircase behind Beth and Jerry.

A small girl with red hair walked down, wearing a pink tank top and white pants. Rick looked in shock, then his fingers danced over a currently empty holster hidden under his armpit.

"Oh you have got to be Fu-"

"Dad! Not in front of OUR kids." Beth demanded, cutting off his cursing while simultaneously covering her daughter's ears.

Rick caught himself, letting out a small cough as he adjusted his coat.

"Sorry sweetie." he apologized. "I just never thought you'd actually marry this piece of-"

"Dad!" Beth exclaimed.

The little girl looked up at Rick, her face betraying the level of fear and discomfort he was putting her in. She scooted closer to her mom, clinging tightly to her pant leg as she tried to disappear into the fabric.

"Mom, who is the mean old man?" the little girl asked, peeking out from behind her mom's leg. "Is he here to kill us?"

"No Summer, he's not." Beth told her, petting the girl on the head before giving Rick a pointed look. "Are you?"

"I'm not making any promises, especially when it's about the idiot that knocked you up at 17, no offense to your daughter." Rick replied, holding up his hands.

"Dad!" Beth shouted.

"What can I say Beth, I'm not the one who contaminated our gene pool with HIS mediocrity." He pointed to Jerry, "You know, you're probably gonna have at least one retard kid now."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Jerry refuted,

"Guess I wasn't clear enough." Rick said, turning to Jerry. "Maybe if I spoke like Rain Man, you'd find it easier to understand."

"Dad!" Beth shouted, causing the argument to stop in its tracks.

By now, Summer was fully hiding behind Beth's legs, her eyes never leaving Rick. Rick noted this and sighed, realizing how quickly the mood of this reunion was plummeting. Figuring that it was the only way to get what he wanted, he sighed and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling the now dried ichor in it.

"Sorry Sweetie, sorry." Rick apologized, sighing as he lowered his hand. "I just need a place to crash for a night. Two tops."

"Uh uh! No, no way!" Jerry interrupted, pushing Beth out of the doorway. "Sorry Capote, but we don't have any room for you."

Jerry slammed the door in front of Rick, who just looked confused.

"Wow," Rick exclaimed, staring at the door with an annoyed expression. "What a fucking baby."

"Jerry, he's my dad!" Beth hissed from the other side of the door. "More than that, I haven't seen him in five years! I'm not kicking him to the curb!"

Jerry held up his hands in a pacifying gesture.

"Beth, come on." He said nervously, "You're dad wants to kill me, he hates my guts!"

"You got that right." Rick agreed, opening the door and shuffling inside. "By the way; next time you storm off, you may want to, oh I don't know, lock the door."

"Breaking and entering!" Jerry shouted as he hid behind Beth and pointing at Rick. "That's a Federal offense! At least, I think."

"Jerry, please." Beth said, placing her thumb and her index finger on the bridge of her nose. "Can't we just hear him out?"

"No, no, it's fine." Rick assured her, giving Jerry a pointed look. "I get where Brokeback Mountain is coming from."

Jerry's eyes went wide and he turned on Rick, pointing at the old man with an angry expression on his face.

"That was one time!" Jerry snapped, "And I was drunk, and I'm pretty sure I was roofied."

"Yeah, right. Pretty sure Viagra doesn't count as a roofie, but let's go with your story." Rick argued.

"Why I oughta-"

"Jerry stop!" Beth interjected, "Come on, one or two nights won't hurt."

"Beth, I won't be berated in our house! In front of our daughter!" Jerry argued.

"Oh boy, here we go." Rick groaned. "Can I at least sit down while you two have your shitty domestic fight? I'm pretty sure that my leg is broken and I need to set it before it gets infected and I'm forced to amputate it in front of your daughter."

Beth pushed Jerry out of the way of the door and wrapped her arm around Rick before walking him over to the couch. Setting him down, she walked out of the living room, leaving him alone with Jerry. Now even acknowledging Jerry's existence, Rick fished into the pocket on his lab coat and pulled out a syringe filled with light blue, semi translucent liquid. Jerry caught sight of it and turned to Rick in annoyance.

"Uh, what is that?" Asked Jerry, crossing his arms. "If you need medical attention, I can easily get a doctor."

"Jerry, first off all, the American Healthcare system is the only thing in this dimension that is a bigger joke than you are." Rick replied, flicking the tip of the needle as he adjusted of the syringe. "Secondly, this-" he jabbed the syringe into his leg, letting out a sigh of relief as he depressed the plunger. "Aw yeah. This is broken leg serum, and I don't have the time or the crayons to explain to you how this even works so just let me relax and you just go back to getting yelled at by my daughter. Just get me some popcorn so I can actually enjoy it as she outsmarts you again."

Once he had injected the entire syringe into his leg, there was a snapping sound, then his leg shifted a bit as the bone rebuilt itself. Rick let out a sigh of relief, tucking the syringe back in his pocket.

"About time, that was getting fucking annoying." he muttered as he pulled a flask from his coat.

He took a swig from his flask, downing the nearly lethal concoction of various alcohols he'd stored inside it. He let out a sigh as he leaned back, letting the buzz of alcohol dull any remaining pain he had.

"Dad," Beth said, reentering the room. "I cleaned out the boxes in the spare bedroom. You can stay there for the night."

"I can't believe you are actually considering letting him stay here!" Jerry shouted. "He disappears for five years and then shows covered in God knows what-"

"For your information, Jerry." Rick belched, "What I do and where I go is my own business. It's called living a life, maybe you should try it. Continue."

"I don't care!" Jerry snapped before returning to Beth. "I don't want him around Summer, and I definitely don't want him around Morty!"

Rick sputtered.

"Morty?" he shouted. "Beth, you're telling me you actually fucked this moron twice?! I mean, I understand the drunken one-night stand with a cheerleader, Beth, but twice?"

"The proper term is cheer person." Jerry rebutted.

"The proper term is cheerleader, and that makes you equal or less than equal to a well-trained dog with less hair." Rick belched yet again.

Beth just sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance.

"Look Jerry, he just came back into my life and you want to grab him and stuff him under a mattress like last month's Victoria's secret?!"

"I told you I was ordering you something for Valentine's Day." Jerry said in his defense. "More importantly, your father is a horrible influence on anyone with the misfortune of crossing his path!"

Rick just groaned, leaning back in the couch and taking another swig from his flask. As he closed the flask again, he happened to look back at the staircase, where a small boy was sitting. He had short brown hair and was wearing a yellow T-shirt under a pair of overalls.

"Uh, sweetie?" Rick called out. "Your, uh, spawn. He's looking at me."

This time, Beth turned towards Rick, her eyes locking onto the boy on the staircase. Her eyes went wide as she ran over to him, plucking him off the stairs.

"Mortimer Smith, what are you doing on the stairs?" she asked. "You're supposed to be taking a nap."

"Too loud." Little Morty replied, rubbing his eye a bit as he yawned.

Beth sighed, then walked back over to the couch and handed Morty off to Rick.

"Dad, could you look after Morty while Jerry and I talk?" she asked.

Rick groaned loudly before awkwardly grabbing Morty under the armpits as Beth turned back to Jerry. Needless to say, Jerry was less than thrilled at Beth's actions.

"What?! Now you're handing our son to the man who abandoned you!?"

"Are you serious, Jerry?!" Beth screamed. "This again?!"

As the two went at it some more, moving their argument into the kitchen for some privacy, Rick just staring at the small 2 year old in his hands.

"What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?" he asked, his eyes never leaving the kid.

Morty looked at Rick, a finger in his mouth as he met Rick's stare. Rick just sighed and looked at the kid.

"Alright you little twerp." he declared. "I'm your grandpa Rick, and I'm gonna be staying here for a few days."

"Gampa Rick?" Morty repeated.

"Yeah." Rick replied, pulling Morty a bit closer before plopping him on his lap. "Now that we got that out of the way, it's time to lay down some rules."

"Gampa Rick." Morty repeated, a smile playing on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, we established that already." Rick grumbled. "Now listen, the first rule is-"

Rick was cut off by Morty leaning forward, hugging Rick around the neck, cooing slightly as he did. Rick felt the words die on his tongue as he hesitantly lifted his hands to gently return the hug.

"Gampa Rick." Morty repeated for the third time, burying his head in Rick's neck.

Rick looked down at Morty and released a heavy sigh.

"Well shit." he cursed, though he didn't seemed annoyed or angry.

Pulling Morty back, Rick met the boy's gaze, though his face was a bit softer.

"I wonder if you're old enough for ice cream." He voiced.

Morty giggled a bit, clapping his hands as his face broke into a complete smile. Rick somehow found himself smiling slightly, something he hadn't done since Beth was a little girl.

"I'll take that as a yes." he decided, scooping up Morty in one arm so he could use his other to help him stand up. "I know the best place, a little known spot called Halley's"

Using his free hand, Rick reached into his lab coat and pulled out his portal gun and pointed it at the wall.

"Alright kid, this won't take more than a week." He said as he fired the gun, creating another portal on the wall. "Two tops. Unless, I don't know, something happens. Then who knows."

Rick then stowed the gun, adjusting his grip on Morty as he carried him off into the green aether. The portal had just closed as Jerry and Beth wandered back into the living room.

"Why are you mad at me, Beth?! This is all your dad's-" Jerry froze, as he looked at the empty room. "Rick?"

Beth's eyes went wide as she realized both Rick and Morty had just vanished. She went pale as she gripped the wall.

"No, not again." she muttered fearfully.

"Morty? Morty!" Jerry shouted as he flipped the couch over in a panicked frenzy. "Beth! Where's Morty!?"

…..

Rick sat in the driver's seat of a small, homemade space cruiser that he'd had built some time ago. It was obviously made out of various bits of scrap metal, and the floorboards were littered with empty bottles of beer and quite a few squashed cans. Now, those bottles and cans were accompanied by empty Halley's ice cream bowls, each with a different flavor labeled on the side.

In Rick's lap, currently covered in various ice cream stains, was young Morty. The little boy was giggling wildly, no doubt due to the overabundance of sugar he'd consumed. Rick chuckled at the boy's antics, ruffling his hair.

"You're a derpy little hell spawn, ain't ya?" He joked as he booped Morty's nose. "Ain't ya?"

Morty giggled as he clutched the bowl in his lap, thrusting his hands into it and shoveling the slightly melted frozen treat into his mouth. Rick just chuckled, turning his attention back to the vastness of space he was currently flying them through. Suddenly, a small UFO shaped earpiece clipped to his ear began to vibrate, as well as an alien cell phone tucked into his pocket.

"What do you wanna bet it's either a telemarketer or your mom?" Rick questioned, looking down at Morty.

Morty just giggled some more, waving ice cream covered hands happily. Rick smirked down at him as he pressed a button on the earpiece, connecting to his phone.

"Hey, it's Rick. If this is a telemarketer, I'll let you know that-"

"Dad? Dad!?" Beth's voice interrupted

"Hey Sweetie." Rick replied. "Listen, I'm-"

"Dad, where's Morty? It's been a month." Beth spoke nervously, "Is- is he safe?"

"Of course he's safe sweetie." Rick replied. "You think I'd let anything happen to the little urchin?"

"Dad please, could you just give us our son back?" Beth practically begged.

"Sorry sweetie." Rick replied. "Can't do that. Morty said the word 'Saturn' so I'm gonna show him a REAL ring, unlike Jerry. Besides, he's safer with me than at your house. You know nearly 6,000 deaths a year happen in your own home-"

"Rick, you need to bring our son back this instant, or I am calling the police!" Jerry threatened.

"Oh I'm so scared. What are they gonna do to me, I'm in fucking space!"

"Rick, you bring him back this instance or-" Jerry's voice cracked,

"Jerry, Jerry. I'm gonna stop your tantrum there and ask you very politely to fuck off and do something with that Civics degree you got. Oh wait you can't, because it's CIVICS!"

The phone clicked as Morty looked at Rick, confused. His head cocked and covered in ice cream.

"Gampa Rick." His voice murmured, "Stars."

"Well, that's a bit ambitious. But if you insist." Rick grabbed the stick shift of his car and smiled. "Let's shoot for the stars!"

The car zoomed forward as Rick flipped a switch, then turned a knob, hit a whole row of switches and watched as a large trigger mechanism appeared from behind a large yellow and black panel. Gripping it tightly, a green beam shot from the front of the car opening a portal.

"Hang onto your butts! Morty!" Rick said, leaning forward and narrowing his eyes, "Here we - urp - we go!"

The car rocketed forward into the portal, both vanishing in an instant. The silence of space only lasted a few moments as a large ship exited from hyperspace. It was deep olive green with blinking red lights, greenish flames erupting from the boosters as it approached the frozen comet.

A large insect like creature stared at the comet with steely gaze, his red eyes narrowing on approach. The radio crackled slightly as the creature sighed, before grabbing the radio.

"Frank, seriously." He said, "Dude, speak English. That crackling thing you do is not only annoying, it hurts my ears."

A long silence permeated the radio.

"Sorry, Gerald."

"Thank you, I'm on approach to Halley's Comet." Looking back at the comet. "He's definitely been here. His sign is all over."

A giant, seemingly laser carved 'F*** YOU FEDS' showed on the side of the comet as it tumbled through space.

"He may have escaped the Glamflorian Penal Colony, but he will not escape me."

He landed in the comet parking lot, smiling in his weird, alien way.

"Gerald out." He declared before climbing out of the ship and making his way to the door.

The doors to the ice cream parlor opened with a pneumatic hiss, Gerald entered with his hand on his pistol. The whole cafe was made with black steel walls, pictures of bizarrely colored ice cream flavors lined the walls. A crystalline creature entered from the back room, his face in a smile.

"Howdy howdy, friendo!" He waved, his outfit resembling a 1950s ice cream scooper. "What flavor can I getcha? We just got a shipment of Nexus Green!"

"No need, I'm here for." Gerald looked left then right, before leaning on the glass of the counter. "The good stuff."

The ice creature's face went somber, before looking around the room. He cleared his throat, a cloud of frozen air shrouding his face.

"Howdy howdy everyone! Ha ha!" He walked around the counter, waving his arms. "Sorry to sadden your joy, but- h'oh boy, it's already closing time. Ha ha!"

The various aliens looked at him, not moving and some slurping their milkshakes. The creature turned somber again before having his hand erupt into a large spiked club.

"I said get the fuck out!" He shouted before smashing a table.

The aliens scampered out, trampling one before closing the doors. The ice creature then walked to the door and slowly locked the door, sighing as the sign changed to "You're Too Late - Tough Luck Buddy!"

The once high pitched voice of the creature deepened immensely as he turned to Gerald.

"Look, I joined the Federation to keep my family safe and-"

"Don't worry Ikscram," Gerald replied, his hands gesturing him to calm himself. "I'm not here to kill you. At least, I don't plan to."

His hand lowered onto the pistol.

"I'm just here to talk about a customer."

"Which customer, because I kinda just chased them all out."

"You may remember him, Ikscram." Gerald reached behind him, pulling out a picture of Rick on a police lineup. "Rick Sanchez?"

Ikscram gulped, giving a shake of the head.

"Sorry man, ain't seen him." he replied. "If he came in, then it wasn't on my shift."

"Ikscram, Ikscram, Ikscram" He then placed the picture behind him, and held out a video. "What would your family say about you lying to me?"

Ikscram's eyes hollowed, his mouth a gap.

"Look, okay! Okay!" He stepped forward, Gerald pulling out his pistol at the sudden movement. "He came in not too long ago. He came to give me the money for a… service I provided him awhile back."

"Service?" Gerald stepped forward, "I am assuming you don't mean this delicious ice cream then."

"Well, yes and no." Ikscram replied. "He paid me for the service, and he also bought a tub of each flavor of ice cream. All 74 of them, though he did get double of the Mega Fruit Salad."

"That's a lot to fit in one car." Gerald's voice deepened, his finger reaching for his earpiece. "He's not being cooperative, execute them."

"No wait!" Ikscram begged. "He wasn't alone!"

"Stop the order"

"L-look." Ikscram stammered. "He had this… this kid with him."

"Kid?" Gerald looked away "Sanchez has no living family. He's a loner."

"I'm telling the truth. The kid kept calling him Grandpa."

"Grandpa?" Gerald's eyes widened, "He has a family."

Gerald turned to Ikscram, pointing his pistol at him.

"Tell me where they came from, I know you have a gamma ray detection system here for non-paying customers!"

"Rick disabled it." Ikscram admitted, gesturing to a sparking and blackened gamma ray detector dangling haphazardly on the wall. "Look, I've done everything I could to help, but Rick doesn't trust anyone, even me."

"Well then, you and your family are no longer useful to us." Gerald reached for his earpiece again. "Initiate Operation Omega 4. Total Cleansing."

He then pulled the trigger, the beam of heat shot straight into Ikscram's forehead. He slowly melted, screaming as the earpiece also screamed with numerous voices.

"Where art thou, Rick Sanchez."

…..

Rick's portal opened up in to Sontaran star fields, micro stars floating around like insects lighting the whole expanse of space in a rainbow of colors. Morty touched the ground and began floating, his face lit up as he tried swimming in space. Rick placed his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the car.

"There you go Morty, the stars. Now go work off all that sugar so Grandpa can plan our trip to Saturn."

Morty cheered, then continued to splash around in the pool of stars, tossing them into the air like confetti as he did. Rick smirked, leaning against the door of the car and pulling out his flask.

"Maybe I'll show him Froopyland after this." Rick thought aloud. "Bet he'll love that place."

As Morty continued to play about, a vibrating sensation came from Rick's pocket. The sensation brought him from his trance as he pulled out a small device with the word 'IKSCRAM' carved at the top. A flashing light stopped abruptly, Rick sighed before dropping the device and stomping on it.

"Well." He tried to think of something morbidly poetic, "That blows."

"Gampa!" Morty called, "Gampa, Saturn?"

"Saturn may have to wait, Morty." Rick told him, plucking him out of the stars. "Grampa got a call from a friend and thinks we should visit, uh, I don't know. Uh, how's the Paraplaxian Nebula sound?"

"Yay!" Morty cheered, oblivious to the worried look on Rick's face.

"Alright! Let's get this show rolling!" He walked towards the car, Morty under his arm. "Next stop-"

"Pwarafac-, pleraflas-" Morty put his hand in his mouth, unable to say the name.

"Yup, that's right Morty." He shifted the car into gear, "Far, far away."

Without another moment to lose, Rick climbed back into the car, gunning the engines and blasting off into space.

…..

The ship reappeared at a bright red planet with yellow and purple clouds. A city that stretched out for miles. Banners and scrap metal housing with hooded and cloaked figures walked all about. The car landed in a dark alley, allowing for Rick and Morty to slip out and into the large crowd of people unnoticed. Eventually, they reached a small opening between a large building with a flashing neon sign that read "LIVE HUMAN! ALL YOU CAN EAT!" and a group of ramshackle housing with a banner that said "YOU CELL, WE BYE! CHEEP!" with a large bird person standing at the entrance.

"Gampa?" Morty said nervously. "Scawy."

"I know Morty, but there's someone here that Grandpa needs to see, so just stay close, got it?"

"Rick Sanchez" The Bird Person said, his arms crossed. "I see you escaped, I am pleased that you were not betrayed."

"Bird Person! My man!" Rick held his free hand up, to which Bird Person lightly tapped. "Is he inside?"

"Yes, and he has been expecting you."

"Excellent, come on Morty!"

"Bird!" Morty declared, pointing at Bird Person with a smile.

Bird Person looked down at Morty, his expression never changing.

"Rick, you were not with this hatchling when you were rescued from the Penal Colony. Is it yours?"

"Bird, meet Morty." Rick gestured between the two, "He's my kid's kid. I don't know what that is to you."

"The hatchling of your hatchling." Bird Person replied. "I was unaware that your hatching had spawned."

"Oh right, you never met Beth. You should, I think you guys would get on like a house on fire."

"That sounds dangerous."

"Never change Bird." He adjusted his grip on Morty, "Come on, let's meet the big man himself."

They walked into the ramshackle house, it was dark and the walls groaned as they approached a lit room at the end of the hall. A laughter filled the room as Morty pushed himself into Rick's arms.

"Scawy."

Rick pushed the screen door open and saw an orange, cleanly combed cat-like creature in a suit sitting on a bed with two female aliens. One was seven feet tall with one eye, the other was shorter with 3 eyes and glowing green hair.

"Rick!" The cat called out, lifting a martini glass with a bubbling green drink in it. "How've ya been, ya big squanch!"

"Squanchy!" Rick shouted, "Been pretty good since getting out of prison!"

"Yeah, about that." Squanchy rubbed the back of his head, "Look, you have to understand, it was you or the squanch!"

"Squanchy, squanchy." Rick held his free hand up, "Water under the bridge."

Squanchy sighed.

"Thanks Rick, you have no squanching idea how much this squanches to me."

"Squanch?" Morty asked, looking at the strange cat.

"You little brat! My mother was a saint!" He jumped up, his fingers in claws "I'll rip your squanching eyes out!"

"Squanchy, he didn't mean it like that." Rick replied, pulling Morty closer and out of reach of Squanchy. "He's like two."

Squanchy stopped, his hands shaking as he step back.

"Sorry, sorry, ain't got my Kalaxian Crystals yet." The sweat stains became a bit more apparent, "Gotta get my fix you know."

"Squanchy, Rick and his hatchling's hatching are here for an important reason." Bird Person interjected.

"Right, Right. Sorry." Squanchy walked over to a large desk before getting up into the large leather chair. "Squanch anywhere, boys."

The two sit down, Morty still clinging to Rick lab coat.

"I'll just come out and say it, Ikscram's dead." Rick announced.

"Get the Squanch outta town, he's so deep in the Federation's pocket, he might as well be blowing them!"

"I agree, this is highly improbable." Birdperson commented

"Well, that tracker that I slipped into his Floop juice just went offline, and we all know that only happens when the host is completely destroyed." Rick replied. "And that means he probably sold us out, and we probably need to skip town."

"Squanch" Squanch swore under his breath, "Fine, but we better squanching hurry. Last time we waited, well, we all remember what happened to Flogusborg."

Birdperson's wings shivered a bit, a few feathers fluttering to the ground. Rick just held Morty closer. Then, a voice boomed over the whole city and the whole building shook.

"Rick Sanchez, come out with your hands and or tentacles up!" the voice demanded.

"Squanch! You brought them right to us!"

"I did no such thing! You know damn well that they can't track me!"

"It matters not how they found us, they did, and now we must flee." Birdperson interjected

"Bird's right, to Squanch with the Federation." He reached under the desk, pulling out a large case. "If we squanch, we squanch together!"

He opened the case, revealing a number of laser and plasma weapons.

"Pick your squanch, and lets squanch!"

Birdperson then grabbed what looked like a baby carrier you can wear off the wall, handing it to Rick.

"You will need both of your hands if you are to fight, and I know you do not want to leave your hatchling's hatchling behind."

Rick nodded, allowing Bird Person to help him into it, plopping Morty into it as well. With his grandson secured, Rick looked down at the weapons, a snarl escaping his lips as he turned away from them.

"These won't do." he declared. "We need the big guns."

Squanchy's eyes went wide as he turned to Rick.

"But Rick, you gotta be squanching!" He exclaimed. "We'll never get to them in time, we're gonna get squanched for sure!"

"I'll distract them, just get the goddamn big guns!" Rick screamed.

Rick tightened the straps on the baby holder, making sure it was secured to his back before looking back at Morty, who was looking around a bit confused.

"Alright Morty, usually I hate annoying sounds, but thankfully these Federation assholes have this thing about kids, so I need you to be as loud and obnoxious as you can." Rick told him. "Can you do that for grandpa?"

Morty nodded, giving Rick a stern look and a smile. Rick took that as an affirmative and took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's do this shit."

Rick raised his hands in the air, walking out of the building.

"Alright asshats, you got me." he declared in a deadpan voice, getting on his knees and placing his hands behind his head. "Give yourself a pat on the back, you fucking dipshits."

"Rick Sanchez!" One of the insects said, approaching with his rifle aimed towards Rick, "You are under arrest under…"

He looked back to another insect wearing a number of medals and badges, who looked at an electronic clipboard. He swiped up on it continuously, his bugeyes narrowing as he did. Eventually, the bug just made a circle with one of his appendages. The one holding the rifle blinked in surprise, then quickly recovered, shoving the rifle against Rick's forehead.

"-Every...Every! Article of Federation Law." the bug finished, still trying to look brave and in control.

On Rick's back, Morty looked over his grandpa's shoulders, seeing the gun against his head and the bugs slowly moving in. His eyes began to water slowly as a soft hiccupping sob escaped his lips. That small sound was enough to draw the insect's attention from Rick to Morty.

"What the-?" The bug muttered as Morty's lip began to tremble and Rick slid his hands over his ears. "What are you-?"

Morty screamed loudly, tears rolling down his face. The insect gripped his head, the rifle dropping to the ground. Rick smirked, grabbing the rifle and turning it on the Federation.

"Come and get me, bitches!" Rick screamed over Morty.

The rifle's end glowed with a yellow orb of light before exploding the soldiers head.

"Open fire!" one federation soldier shouted.

About that time, something came flying out of the shack, flying in front of Rick and connecting with his chest. It then began unfolding itself, covering Rick in this thick, metal armor that even slid under Morty's carrier. Rick laughed loudly, dropping the rifle as twin ion cannons formed around his hands.

"Oh yeah!" He shouted, "About time Squanchy!"

"Squanch you all!" Squanchy declared as he came flying out, wearing a jetpack and holding a laser rifle.

He took aim, the scope tracked four soldiers, and then he pulled the trigger. Four blue orbs flew and instantly, the four insects were turned to ash as Birdperson walked out, wearing armor matching Rick's.

"Let's light these motherfuckers up!" Rick shouted.

Both Birdperson and Rick began opening fire, mauling down dozens of the bugs as Squanchy joined them. Soon, the three of them were back to back to back, forming a deadly circle of ion blasts. Morty had stopped screaming by this point and was instead laughing happily. Unfortunately, even with all the bugs they were mowing down, more were coming to replace them.

"Squanch!" Squanchy swore. "There's too squanching many! We gotta squanch outta here!"

"You scram!" Rick demanded. "I ain't leaving until all these dipshits are smears on the sidewalk!"

"We cannot leave you and your hatchling's hatchling." Birdperson argued.

"You can and you will, now go!"

Rick ran ahead, planting a small diamond like device on the side of a large Federation vessel. Seeing the device, both Squanchy and Birdperson dove for cover much to the surprise of the bugs. However, that surprise was quickly replaced with looks of abject terror as Rick pressed some buttons, giving the bugs a double middle finger salute.

"Eat it motherfuckers!"

He then turned away just as the entire ship exploded, sending bits of burning shrapnel everywhere. Rick looked back, grinning maniacally at the pile of incinerated and badly charred bodies now littering the ground.

"That should give those two time to get away." Rick declared, glancing over his shoulder at Morty. "You alright back there you little turd?"

Morty laughed, clapping happily. Rick smirked, then turned back.

"Come on kid, let's raise some hell."

He turned off the suit, removing it and sending it off into the sky as a decoy, allowing Rick a chance to escape with Morty unimpeded. Unfortunately, not all of the Federation bugs were fooled by Rick's flying suit. Gerald watched Rick make his way through the bazaar, setting up a powerful rifle with expert precision.

"Rich Sanchez… the smartest being in the universe." Gerald commented, his eyes never leaving Rick even as he set up the gun. "You really shouldn't have ditched the suit."

Considering the chaos caused by the earlier fight, there was a large crowd gathered about the small shop, providing plenty of cover for Rick and his wayward grandson. They managed to disappear down an alley, right where Rick had hidden the car.

"Alright, I think it's time to visit Saturn Morty." Rick announced, pulling Morty from the carrier. "We'll be there before you can say-"

That's when a shot whizzed past Rick's head, clipping the wall next to him.

"Ah, Rick Sanchez. We meet again." Gerald declared from the roof above Rick.

Rick looked up, watching as Gerald jumped down from the edge of the roof, landing right in front of Rick. He aimed the large laser rifle right at Rick as the man hugged his Grandson closer.

"I've been waiting for you." Gerald told him. "You really should get a less conspicuous vehicle."

"Sorry, do I know you?" Rick questioned, his eyebrow furrowing. "All you shitmunchers look the same to me."

Gerald's eye twitched slightly.

"First of all, that's racist." He chastised as stepped a bit closer, "Secondly, you may know me as Valkatorian Gerald, your death."

"Wow… My death." Rick said in the most unimpressed voice ever. "Do you even realize how lame that sounds? Geez, I've heard Saturday night cartoons with better lines then you."

Gerald's eye twitched again, his mandibles clicking slightly in annoyance. Then, he took a deep breath, calming himself down.

"I guess you're right, Mr. Sanchez." Gerald allowed, his voice an unnatural calm that set off alarm bells in Rick's mind. "I do sound like a common villain."

He pulled the trigger, the laser firing straight into Morty's chest. Morty screamed in agony as a blood stain formed around the huge burn. Rick immediately pulled Morty closer, bringing his hand down on the wound to try and staunch the bleeding as quickly as he could.

"How about now, Mr. Sanchez?" Gerald questioned, his tone still that same eerie calm, as if he was just having a pleasant conversation rather than watching a small boy bleed out. "Do I seem like a common villain now?"

"You fucking bitch!" Rick screamed, still trying desperately to help Morty and get close enough to the car to make a break.

"Ah, ah, ah, Rick." Gerald warned as he relit his rifle, "One wrong move and you're little - screech thing, won't be screeching much longer."

Rick froze, letting out an animalistic growl.

"Damn you..." he sneered.

"So, why don't we go for a little trip? I believe you've been to our newest penal colony." He smirked, "We've made it better since the last time you've been there."

"Yeah, well fuck you and your stupid colony!" Rick snapped. "Look, do whatever the hell you want, but you better heal Morty right this second!"

"Why do you care for this small -thing, I suppose- Mr. Sanchez? You don't care for anyone. You only care for yourself."

"I dunno." Rick replied honestly, "Maybe after all these years as an unfeeling ghost I finally decided to give a fuck. Maybe I've formed some weird connection with him. Maybe I think he'll be useful to me one day. Whatever the case, I care."

"How touching." Gerald replied, training the gun on Morty, "I guess that makes my job so much easier."

"Perhaps," Rick admitted, a plan finally coming together. "But first, I have three words for you."

"What's that, Mr. Sanchez?"

Rick grinned maliciously.

"Ship, protect Morty."

A loud honking sound echoed from behind Rick, causing Gerald to jump on reflex. Mechanical arms came out, grabbing the gun from Gerald's hand, a laser melting it into nothing. While Gerald dealt with that, Rick wasted no time jumping inside, slamming the door shut.

"Autopilot, earth! NOW!" Rick screamed as he clutched Morty.

The car lurched forward, hitting Gerald hard and running him over before taking off into the sky. With the car focused on getting home, Rick could focus on Morty. The boy was still crying loudly, his chest showing a deep burn which would leave a large scar.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Rick exclaimed. "That fucking piece of shit eating-"

He reached for the glove box, rummaging around through various drug bags and fake passports before finally grabbing onto a test tube wrapped in duct tape.

"This better fucking work..." he growled as he yanked the cork out of the test tube with his teeth, pouring a silvery liquid onto Morty's wound.

The silver liquid quickly seeped into Morty, the blood slowly reversing its flow, going back into the boy. Then, the wound slowly began to close, the burned skin returning to a normal, fleshy color. Morty's cries slowly died away, a sure sign that the pain had faded as well. Rick let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the headrest in sheer exhaustion.

"Damn those bugs..." he swore.

Morty looked up at Rick, his face still red from crying and a few tears still fresh on his face. He then leaned into Rick, giving the man a gentle hug. Rick slowly wrapped an arm around him, his eyes never leaving the roof of his car.

"Morty… I'm taking you home." he declared.

"Gampa Rick?" Morty questioned.

"This life ain't for something as tiny and exposed as you." Rick argued. "And frankly, you'll just get in my way like you did today. It'll just be easier if you go home, live some shitty mundane lifestyle, go to school, masturbate to porn, and fall head over heels for some hot redhead who will never notice you, that kind of adult swim kinda life."

Morty just snuggled closer to Rick, closing his eyes as he started to fall asleep. Rick just looked down, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It'll be easier for everyone."

…..

In the Smith household, both Beth and Jerry were in the middle of yet another argument. Things between to two of them had gotten tense since Rick had taken Morty, and all of their arguments inevitably led back to that particular incident.

"Beth, I can't believe we're still having this conversation!" Jerry shouted, "Rick kidnapped our son and took him off to God knows where! If I ever see him again, I'm going to call the police!"

"Morty is fine with my dad!" Beth argued, though even she had to admit it was a flimsy argument. "He's a super genius, one who can get out of anything!"

"Including being a father!" Jerry snapped. "Look Beth, your father is a terrible person, a criminal, and frankly he should be locked up in some mad house with all the other Dr. Frankensteins and Dr. Jekylls and…. Well any other crazy scientist that needs to be locked up!"

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea." Rick's voice chastised. "Place all the mad scientists in a building together where they can discuss, plan and eventually take over. Excellent idea Jerry."

Both Beth and Jerry turned to see Rick coming through the front door, a sleeping Morty in his arms.

"Dad!" Beth shouted, though her voice seemed more relieved than angry.

"Morty!" Jerry exclaimed, yanking his son from Rick's hands.

"Yeah, you can have the little turd back." Rick told him, crossing his now free arms. "Was nothing but a pain in the ass. I'm remembering now why I adventure alone."

Jerry looked over Morty, examining him for any wounds. When he saw the large circular scar on Morty's chest, his eyes went wide.

"What the hell did you do to our son?!" Jerry demanded.

Rick let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Beth, sweetie, take your spawn from the idiot."

Beth looked at Rick in confusion, then took Morty from Jerry. No sooner had the boy left Jerry's grip, Rick pulled out a small gun, shooting Jerry. A dart embedded itself in his neck, sending the man tumbling to the ground instantly unconscious.

"Dad, what the hell?!" Beth screamed, hugging Morty closer to her.

"It's been a real shitty day and I just don't have the patience to deal with that whiny piece of shit." Rick replied bitterly, stuffing the gun back in his coat. "Look, you got your spawn back, and now you don't have to deal with me ever again."

"But what about Jerry?!" Beth demanded.

"He's not dead." Rick assured her. "The sedative will wear off in an hour, and by then, I'll be gone and you two can return to your normal failing marriage,"

Beth let out a sigh of relief as Rick turned and walked out, his hands in his pockets. He stopped outside of the doorframe, letting out another sigh.

"Look, for what it's worth… he ain't that bad of a kid." Rick said, not looking back. "Don't let Jerry turn him into some spineless weakling."

With that, he climbed into his ship, taking one last look at the house as Beth closed the door. He then scoffed, forcing himself to look away as the ship rose into the air, taking off into the sky.

…..

Gerald stood in the observation room of the Federation headquarters, looking through a pane of one-sided glass. On the other side of the glass, Squanchy was pacing back and forth, running his claws through his fur as he muttered to himself. His head kept twitching as he continued pacing, not stopping for a second. Gerald couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Sir, what's going on with him?" a bug asked Gerald, eying Squanchy confused.

"Mr. Squanchy here used a powerful performance enhancing drug to try and ensure his escape." Gerald explained. "We captured him after it wore off, but the effects are devastating. He's coming off the high now, and will do anything for something to dull the pain. Even give up his allies."

After another minute, Squanchy was beginning to shake all over. He was forced to sit down, his legs robbed of any strength he had left. He hugged himself, feeling both freezing cold and burning hot at the same time. Gerald smirked.

"He's ready to talk now."

He walked out of the observation room, making his way into Squanchy's room. The alien cat flinched hard as the door opened, his eyes bloodshot and his breath raspy. Gerald then walked over to the lone table in the room, sitting opposite of Squanchy. He rummaged through his coat, pulling out a tiny orange bottle that was filled with a sparkling pinkish-purple dust.

"Hello Mr. Squanchy." Gerald greeted, placing the bottle in front of him.

Squanchy's eye twitched, going from Gerald to the bottle. He pointed a shaky claw at it.

"Wh-Wh-what the s-s-squanch is tha-that?" Squanchy stuttered, unable to keep his voice even.

"My men found it when they raided your hovel." Gerald explained. "Kalaxian crystal dust, according to our lab techs. Highly powerful stuff. It should be powerful enough to help you with your… problem."

Squanchy reached for it, only for Gerald to pull it out of reach.

"Of course, it's also highly illegal, and giving it to you would violate dozens of Federation regulations." Gerald continued. "So, if you want it, you'll have to give me something in return."

Squanchy looked at the bottle desperately, then forced his hand back.

"I-I ain't t-tellin' ya squanch..." He replied, his suave accent gone in place of a cruder one.

Gerald just chuckled.

"Come now Squanchy, I'm not asking for much. All I want is the whereabouts of Rick Sanchez."

Squanchy snorted, letting out a thready laugh.

"You- You think I'm g-gonna squanch over Rick Sanchez?" He said, gripping himself tighter. "Do you know what he'd do to me if he ever found out?"

"The Federation could offer you ample protection-"

"Not from Rick." Squanchy interrupted. "T-that man is a-a squanchin' maniac! If- If ya think he's dead, then he's alive, a-and if ya think yer safe he's coming for ya!"

Gerald sighed, then pulled out his laser pistol, aiming it right at Squanchy's forehead.

"I tried to reason with you Squanchy." Gerald told him in a faux sad tone.

"Go ahead and squanchin shoot me!" Squanchy replied, leaning forward so the barrel of the gun was right against his head. "Better than whatever Rick w-would do! W-why do you think n-no one e-ever squanches with E-Earth?!"

Gerald blinked, then lowered the pistol. Squanchy then registered what he'd said and his face went pale.

"Oh squanch..." he muttered.

"Earth you say." Gerald mused, stowing the gun. "So that's his planet of origin."

He stood up, giving Squanchy a triumphant look before tossing the orange bottle at him.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

He then walked out, leaving Squanchy alone in the room. The second the door closed, Gerald turned to a passing Federation soldier, grabbing his arm.

"Have the science division do a trace for any dark matter energy trails around the planet Earth." He ordered. "We find a common return point, and we find Rick."

"Sir, what about Squanchy?" the bug asked. "You sure it was a good idea to give him the crystal dust?"

"What crystal dust?" Gerald asked, feigning innocence. "All I gave him was a bottle of glitter."

From the other side of the door, the two bugs could hear Squanchy hacking and coughing, spitting up the glitter. Gerald chuckled slightly, then walked down the hall.

"I'm coming for you Sanchez." he declared. "And this time, you'll pay."

…..

Down in the science division, several Federation scientists were hard at work, typing away at monitors and observing scanners in their attempt to locate Rick Sanchez. Gerald walked in, more than a bit annoyed.

"Have we found him yet?" he asked.

"Not yet sir." a bug replied. "His Dark Matter trail is erratic at best. It's as if he's just traveling around for the hell of it without any rhyme or reason."

"Sir!" One perked up, his arm waving in the air. "We've found something interesting! Come here!"

Gerald, as well as a leading scientist he was talking with, rushed over to the insectoid scientist. The screen was flashing numerous trails in all sorts of directions.

"I was going through the most recent dark matter trails and discovered that in the last five years, he has made only one stop to Earth."

His claws tapped against the keyboard, his eyes narrowed as sweat dripped down his brow.

"Enhance." He murmured, the screen closing in to a single solar system.

"Enhance." He murmured again, the screen again closing into a smaller grouping of planets.

"Enhance!" He murmured once more, closing onto a small planet, with vibrant blue waters and white clouds.

"Is that?" Gerald leaned in closely.

"This is Earth," The scientist said calmly, before placing a claw on the screen and smudging it. "And the latest point of dark matter eruption comes from this one settlement."

The screen enhanced again on a small white suburban house that sat quietly on a two way street. Its outside was covered in stucco with a pane glass window in the center and a divided window on the end, beneath a balcony. A satellite sat on its brown shingled roof.

"Hmm, I imagined that it would be something a bit more… out of the ordinary." Gerald mused.

On screen, a man in a green polo shirt walked out. Reaching down to pick up a newspaper before tripping on a small rock and falling onto the lawn. Small black objects then erupted from the ground and sprayed water which soaked the man who ran into the house, crying.

"And I most certainly didn't expect that." Gerald added.

"It could be a clever ruse, sir" The scientist said, "Rick Sanchez is capable of the most advanced security systems in the known multiverse. We could be walking into a complete trap!"

"Even so, this might be our only chance to catch Sanchez." Gerald replied. "We're taking it."

"I'll alert Strike Team 2." He said, turning back to his computer.

"See that you do." Gerald replied. "I will handle Sanchez personally."

…..

"Beth, we really need to get that sprinkle system under control." Jerry said, ringing out his wet clothes, "I'm pretty sure those nozzles want to kill me."

"Well, unless you can think of a better way to water our lawn, the sprinklers stay Jerry." Beth replied coldly, watching as Morty played on the ground with Summer.

"Well, I have a few ideas of using some of that Lawn Depot PVC and hiring some contractors." He said, placing the newspaper on the counter, "I can be a real handyman when I need to be."

"Right, just like you were a plumber when our sink was leaking, or a professional renovator when Morty was born." Beth retorted.

"Daddy breaks things!" Summer blurted out and pointed at Jerry.

"Summer, you're grounded." Jerry said coldly.

"You can't ground me, I didn't do nothing wrong." Summer whined.

"You can't ground her just because she says something you disagree with." Beth argued.

"Right!" Summer cheered.

Jerry just sighed, sinking into his easy chair. As he sat, a loud crash emanated from the living room window. The four residents turned to see a strange, metal canister rolling towards them. It came to a stop right in the middle of the room before exploding into a thick, green gas. The second they inhaled it, their all passed out, Jerry falling out of his chair and Summer falling on top of Morty.

The door opened slowly as Gerald walked in, his face obscured by a large gas mask.

"This was easier than I thought."

…..

Rick sat in a small dive bar on the edge of the galaxy, two dozen shot glasses scattered around him. Another glass was in his hand as he stared at it, his eyes out of focus from the amount of booze he'd consumed. As he downed the glass, his earpiece began buzzing. Fumbling a bit, and nearly poking himself in the eye, Rick hit the call button.

"What?" he demanded

Complete silence from the other line.

"Stupid fucking phone..." Rick groaned, leaning on the bar.

"That's not very nice, Mr. Sanchez." A voice crackled from the phone. "Think if the children heard you."

"Oh great, one of you fucking bugs got into my phone." He grumbled. "Now I need to change the encryption algorithm again. Hope you're happy."

"I'm never happy, Rick, you know that." He said calmly.

"No, I don't. Now get the fuck off the line before I-"

"Hold on one moment." He said, his voice became quieter, "Bring the whiny man over."

Rick felt the small hairs on his neck stand up, his instincts telling him something was wrong. Through the earpiece, Rick heard the sound of something being dragged, then someone being forced to pick up the phone.

"Rick?" Jerry's voice came from the phone. "Rick is that you? Rick help, these bug people came and-"

A laser blast echoed and then completely silence. The sound was enough to pull Rick from his drunken stupor.

"Sorry you had to hear that, Rick." Gerald's voice returned, "But he could've said too much and I wouldn't want that."

"You're on Earth, aren't you?" He demanded. "You're in my daughter's fucking house!"

"What an astute observation Mr. Sanchez." Gerald taunted. "But if you truly were the smartest man in the universe, you would have figured that out before I killed the whiny man."

"What the fuck do you want?!" Rick screamed, slamming his hands on the bar and rising to his feet.

"I want you, Mr. Sanchez. I want you behind bars and begging for me to kill you." Gerald bragged, "Is that too much to ask for?"

"You know what, you better run. Run to the farthest point of the galaxy. And you better pray to whatever fucking deity you believe in that I don't find you, because when I do, I'm gonna-"

"Bring the blonde one over next. She's still unconscious so she won't know what's going on." His voice returned to the phone. "I'm sorry, I didn't get that Mr. Sanchez. Could you repeat that?"

Rick was eerily silent. He straightened up, adjusting his coat, then placed two fingers against the earpiece.

"Don't." he replied, his voice devoid of all emotion. "Don't lay a single appendage on her. I'm coming."

"I'll be here." Gerald replied.

The line went dead, as Rick stood there. For a moment, it was as if he was a statue, then he let out a loud shout, running his arms along the bar and sending all of the glasses flying off of the bar.

"FUCK!" He screamed!

…..

Gerald hung up the landline of the Smith household, closing the small black address book sitting beside it. His mandibles formed a smile as he turned to Beth, who was being held by a Federation agent. She was slowly starting to come to, the effects of the gas finally wearing off.

"What should we do with the girl?" He asked, his voice shrill and annoying.

"Just leave here there." Gerald ordered. "There's nothing she can do to stop us anyway."

Beth shifted slightly in the grip of the soldier before making a grab at his pistol. She grabbed it, immediately shooting one. The insect dropped, gripping his shoulder as Beth turned to Gerald. Gerald raised his hands up slowly as Beth gave an icy stare.

"You have till the count of three to let us go." She said calmly, "One, two-"

Gerald's cheeks grew out and suddenly, a green mucus like slime erupted from his mouth and coated Beth's eyes. His fist came down, hitting her straight in the stomach before grabbing the pistol and hitting her on the back of the head. She fell to the ground, right in front of Summer and Morty, who were beginning to wake up themselves. Gerald then straightened his coat, recovering the gun and checking it for any damage.

"Sir, we-" Another insect spoke up, Gerald rose his hand.

"Take the girl, and tell Frank he's fired."

"Yes sir."

…..

Rick sat in the driver's seat of his ship, currently constructing a large laser rifle as the ship's autopilot made a bee-line for Earth.

"Daddy's coming Beth." Rick muttered, cocking the gun and listening for the hum of it powering on. "Daddy's coming."

…..

On a Federation ship outside the Smith house, an insect communications officer looked at his screen. A small blip appeared, too small for any Federation cruiser. He reached for his headset, adjusting the microphone.

"Gerald, we have visual. He is coming to Earth. I repeat! He is coming to Earth!"

"Excellent, prepare the Nova Beam." Gerald said calmly, "Make sure nothing makes it to the planet surface."

The bug turned to another bug, giving a single nod. The new bug then began typing away, bringing up satellite footage of Rick's ship. With a few more keystrokes, a red circle surrounded the ship as alien script flashed on the screen.

"Nova beam locked and ready to fire."

The captain of the vessel inserted a key into a panel in front of him, revealing a large yellow and black striped button. Without any hesitation, he slammed his hand onto it, activating the Nova Beam.

The ship hissed as the long ends suddenly pushed together. The center began to climb upwards, a four long pylons coming from the center as electricity ran up and down them. The ship's power core opened up and vents appeared all along the ship as the electricity turned from a deep blue to an orange red. The pylons stopped, the electricity wrapped faster and faster as steam hissed from the vents. A loud, cacophonous boom erupted from it as a beam of white hot energy flew into space.

From his ship, Rick saw the beam of energy and barely had time to even blink before it connected. Everything in his ship fried, electricity dancing along the consoles before blowing up all together. The engines blew as well, followed by the propellers and boosters. The force of the explosion sent the ship careening towards the planet.

…..

Gerald watched from the window of the Smith household as Rick's ship continued its fiery descent before crashing down a mile or so away from the household. With a smile, Gerald brought his communicator up to his mouth.

"We have a confirmed hit." Gerald declared. "Rick Sanchez is dead."

"No!" Beth screamed as she jumped up. "You bug-faced monster! I'll kill you!"

Beth reached around and grabbed his mandibles, his mouth forced open as she drove her knee into his back.

"Yeah!" Summer cried, "Get him, mom!"

Beth then released him, spinning him around quickly and landing a strong punch against Gerald's face. The bug stumbled back, spitting blood.

"That was my father you bast-"

An electrical current ran through Beth's body as another insect held a taser trigger. Her body spasmed before she fell again, Summer and Morty both scrambling to her side.

"Just like her father." Gerald mused, rubbing his face as he stood up. "Blow the house. Make sure no one survives. I want this house off the map. Every map."

…..

At the sight of Rick's crashed ship, Rick pulled himself from the burning remains. His entire body was screaming in pain as he struggled to his feet. He had several broken ribs, but so far, all of his limbs seemed to be in working order.

"Fuck!" he screamed. "FUCK!"

He leaned against the wreckage, trying to regain his breath. As he did, he watched as several Federation ships took off into the sky. Seconds later, there was a loud explosion as a mushroom cloud appeared not far down the street. Rick felt his blood run cold as he saw it.

"No." he gasped.

Forcing himself to forget the pain he was in, Rick ran down the street, his eyes never leaving that cloud of smoke rising in the distance.

"Shit- shit- shit- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- no- no- no- no- no- no- FUCK!"

He round the corner, coming closer to the house as his desperation continued building.

"BETH!" He screamed, "Where are you?! BETH!"

He could smell the smoke now. He was getting closer until he could finally see the burning building. He ran right through the broken front door, searching for any sign of his family.

"BETH!" he screeched, fighting back tears. "SWEET-"

He cut off when he reached the living room. There, lying in the center of the room, was Beth. Her body was charred, curled around the bodies of both Morty and Summer as if she had been trying to shield them from the blast. He fell to his knees, a torrent of emotions flooding his mind. He put his face in his hands, trying to keep the tears from flowing.

"Fuck!" he shouted, "Calm down! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Calm down!"

He kept repeating the same words over and over again, cursing out the world, himself, and those damning emotions he couldn't keep down. Just as he felt that he might drown in his own suffering, a small sob pulled him from his emotional breakdown. His head jolted up, then he looked down at Beth's body. From her arms, a small hand was moving, another sob echoing forth. Rick lurched forward, turning Beth so she was on her back, releasing Summer's body and Morty. The little boy coughed, tears in his eyes as he looked up at Rick.

"Gampa..." Morty hiccupped.

Rick immediately grabbed the boy, pulling him into a tight hug, finally letting the tears flow freely.

"H-hey buddy." Rick said softly. "It's okay. Grampa's got you."

Morty cried into Rick's shoulder, the man just petting his brown hair as he stood up, getting both of them out of the burning house.

"Grampa's got you." He repeated. "You're not alone anymore Morty. Grampa's here."

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