Only just a dream
@theboymadehimdream
Blanche was quiet, it was nighttime in the Morty sanctuary as it had been manipulated that the area was dark, Ticia had made him a toy out of his old clothing but he still felt this was so fake holding the toy close to him as he was slowly falling into the world of dreams.Ā
His head was empty, the area just being a blank slate but there was glitchy pallets of glass and memories floating within the area, it was dark and depressing, who knew why. It was empty and silent, butā¦there was a childās laughter, within the dark area.
A child here? why? Who would be hereā¦ Blanche just stood dully staring into the distance as he watched a forever repeating memory, he was young with a smiling woman then it would glitch and itād show the woman hit by a car and him crying trying to get her up.Ā
Why was this hereā¦who was she.
Muriel had the dream engulf the dome room, watching the memory come to Blanche more vividly. He lead the Mortyās Rick closer to the female and experience her closer up. Unlike in fake forensic science shows enhancement was actually possible for all dream, just had to walk up to the person and with a few flicks of his machine make her features more natural and less fuzzy for them to see. It was how the brain rembered it anyways.
Muriel turned to the Rick who stood by him, watching the dream unfold from the eyes of their dreamer. āI suppose this is what you were concerned about?ā He asked, pausing the dream for them and awaiting a response from the well dressed Rick.
@a-proper-rick
āYes. I want these memorys gone. He belongs to me now and I want anything that challenges it gone.ā Ricktor watched, frowning slightly. Blanche was his and yet his mind was as of yet unwilling to accept that it seemed.
The pompous Rick wanted nothing more then to wipe Blanches mind clean. This Morty was his now. He was willing to do anything to claim this beautiful precious boy for himself and he would work with anyone to complete this goal.
Blancheās dreams were fascinating, it seemed the boy was a lucid dreamer, meaning he slept extremely deep. Blanche just moving slowly past the memory as he walked into his version of a regular smith household, the place was dark, words splattered on the walls reading hateful messages apart from one room, his bedroom. It seemed to hold happy comments. The names of who wrote them all was glitched out as the boy seemed fearful within this area, the machine picking up on that childish fear.
The words starting to come off the walls of the house to attack the child who quickly took a fetal position covering his ears and eyes.
Muriel watched the dreams with interest for one last time, watching terrors and horrors that fucked with this poor Mortyās brain. After he finished watching the words come off the wall he began to tinker quickly. The words were suddenly fearful, backing away from the boy as Ricktor came in shining like some of the brightest suns. Slice! Slam! Blam! Ricktor began to defend the young boy from such terrors. His savior, his light, protector till the end. Muriel even had a few or the words come in and give Ricktor a run for his money to show how willing heād be to defend his Morty.
āPerfect~`!ā Muriel simply chirped
Ricktor smiled. This was perfect. While he usually preferred to earn a Mortys respect through actions alone, Blanche was particularly stubborn and this seemed the best way to crack his shell. āHeāll never know we interfered correct?ā That was the biggest issue. If Blanche figured out theyād done this there would be horrid repercussions.
Blanche seemed to keep his eyes and ears covered in his dream as he opened one eye quietly at seeing Ricktor he seemed hesitant. āDonāt trust himā a voice spoke to him āheās a liarā the voice spoke again as it seemed the boyās subconscious was stronger then expected.
āOur Rick. He wasnāt a saviourā The voice muttered as Blanche held himself close sinking down in a ball
The boy nodded with the Proper Rick, watching quietly to see the Mortyās reaction to Ricktor.
āYes yes he wouldnāt be able to figure out unless he somehow found this place. Anyways Iām most well known for my ability to replicate reality. Best in my class.ā
But suddenly the rebellion brought a surprise. That usually did it for most Mortys, through insecurity there being a stable figure but this one seemed to have some elements of the One True Mortyās teachings of independence in him. However that was an easy fix, quickly creating a swift transition from being in the room to a blink to a dark room.
This dark room was more like a endless void room, a single shining light on the one true morty himself, warm and welcoming to the Albino Morty. A tempting warmth promising independent, rickless life.
Albino was silent in the room. He didn't move. The male couldn't, he didn't want to, why couldn't he move. "Don't do it sweetie" a voice spoke behind him. He stared slowly turning as he saw a woman. "Mom..." He murmured, he was scared, this was wrong and bad, his mom she was safe, he went to her as he hugged te glowing woman tightly. His mental resistance extremely high. He'd been hurt to many times to try and be pressured into changing.
A demonic presense now lingered within the room as Albino's dreamscape started to glow brightly as he held onto the woman he held most dear.
