The Marksman

An Evil Morty Smith RP/Ask blog Open to OCs and Personals

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

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Despite everything, that made her smile.  “Well i would need assistance with that. Maybe you could club him for me. Then again that might require you to seduce him and considering how much you didn’t enjoy a simple kiss that might be difficult.”  She swipes one of his many donuts and practically inhales it. It was actually nice to be clear headed again.

At the mention of seduction, his body went rigid, and he coughed his unease away. Was she serious? 

It wasn’t unusual for Morties to engage with one another. Hell, he himself had his eye set one one particular Morty. But he might have to figure out a really good excuse if she WAS serious.

Besides, he thought, she did say he disappeared. Maybe he was safe after all.

“Ey!!! Order your own donuts.” He huffed, disappointed that he had said that with no heart in it. Not like she noticed as she continued to eat. 

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

"That was my version of a joke, I wasn’t serious." She snatches another one and takes a bite. "Maybe I should sleep around, seems to be working for that woman you live with." She takes another bite as she mulls this over. That wouldn’t work either, she wasn’t charismatic enough. Then again Morty’s seemed easy, with the exception of the one sitting right in front of her.

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“Y-you shouldn’t.” He held her gaze, and despite how ridiculous she looked with a half eaten donut hanging out of her mouth, his voice kept a controlled seriousness. “You shouldn’t make yourself do anything. Not for o-other..not for anyone else.” 

And that was something he was still working at, too.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She finishes it and looks down at the table as she contemplates his words. “I suppose your right.”  Her gaze moves to the window as she stares outside.  “If I followed that advice I wouldn’t be in this mess. He saw me as a pawn but of course I didn’t realize that at the time. Although to be honest, if he came back I would throw myself at his mercy and allow him to use me again.”  Robin looks back at him, her sad almost hollow eyes focusing on him.  “Pathetic what you resort to when you’re desperate.”

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Desperation gets people pretty far, he thought. Look at the Ricks. The Citadel was built in desperation to preserve his ego. Desperation was why Mortys’ like him thrived and exist. 

“You know, you’d think less depressing things when you have food in your mouth.” And Morty reached over and (as nicely as he could) nudged her mouth with his half eaten donut. 

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Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[marksman-morty-blog]

Despite everything, that made her smile.  “Well i would need assistance with that. Maybe you could club him for me. Then again that might require you to seduce him and considering how much you didn’t enjoy a simple kiss that might be difficult.”  She swipes one of his many donuts and practically inhales it. It was actually nice to be clear headed again.

At the mention of seduction, his body went rigid, and he coughed his unease away. Was she serious? 

It wasn’t unusual for Morties to engage with one another. Hell, he himself had his eye set one one particular Morty. But he might have to figure out a really good excuse if she WAS serious.

Besides, he thought, she did say he disappeared. Maybe he was safe after all.

“Ey!!! Order your own donuts.” He huffed, disappointed that he had said that with no heart in it. Not like she noticed as she continued to eat. 

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

"That was my version of a joke, I wasn’t serious." She snatches another one and takes a bite. "Maybe I should sleep around, seems to be working for that woman you live with." She takes another bite as she mulls this over. That wouldn’t work either, she wasn’t charismatic enough. Then again Morty’s seemed easy, with the exception of the one sitting right in front of her.

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“Y-you shouldn’t.” He held her gaze, and despite how ridiculous she looked with a half eaten donut hanging out of her mouth, his voice kept a controlled seriousness. “You shouldn’t make yourself do anything. Not for o-other..not for anyone else.” 

And that was something he was still working at, too.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[marksman-morty-blog]

Despite everything, that made her smile.  “Well i would need assistance with that. Maybe you could club him for me. Then again that might require you to seduce him and considering how much you didn’t enjoy a simple kiss that might be difficult.”  She swipes one of his many donuts and practically inhales it. It was actually nice to be clear headed again.

At the mention of seduction, his body went rigid, and he coughed his unease away. Was she serious? 

It wasn’t unusual for Morties to engage with one another. Hell, he himself had his eye set one one particular Morty. But he might have to figure out a really good excuse if she WAS serious.

Besides, he thought, she did say he disappeared. Maybe he was safe after all.

“Ey!!! Order your own donuts.” He huffed, disappointed that he had said that with no heart in it. Not like she noticed as she continued to eat. 

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She sits up and sighs. “That was pointless. It’s just not the same. You’re not him.” Robin tilts her head as she examines him cowering behind the couch. “He still talks to you doesn’t he? I bet he laughs with you and pats your head. I bet he tells you you’re wonderful and calls you birdy…” She brings her knees to her chest as she starts to cry again. Would these feelings ever go away? Probably not.

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Morty was…mortified, to be honest. He could (sort of) face intergalactic monsters, and shoot someone at point blank range without batting an eye. But this.

Terrifying.

He quickly got bored, though. And there were no donuts in the house, since they were banned a few weeks ago when they were stolen by the neighbors’ stray dog, and he hadn’t MEANT to incinerate the thing, but what could one do.

So how about…

“Let’s go, Robin.” 

A portal formed itself behind her. Without a second thought, he stepped through.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She pulls herself up from the ground and stumbled after him. The alcohol was quickly wearing off which resulted in a pounding headache. Robin groans as the bright lights of the doughnut shop blind her.  “Why here of all places.” She mumbles to herself as she slides into the nearest booth. Her hand reaches into her pocket for some cure all hangover pills she had swiped from a drunken Rick long ago. She swallows a couple and sinks into her seat.  “Maybe I should kill him.” 

[marksman-morty-blog]

“Maybe you should eat him. At least, in some way, he’ll always be part of you.” He took a thoughtful bite of his donut. “And you get to shit him out.”

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She sits up and sighs. “That was pointless. It’s just not the same. You’re not him.” Robin tilts her head as she examines him cowering behind the couch. “He still talks to you doesn’t he? I bet he laughs with you and pats your head. I bet he tells you you’re wonderful and calls you birdy…” She brings her knees to her chest as she starts to cry again. Would these feelings ever go away? Probably not.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Morty was...mortified, to be honest. He could (sort of) face intergalactic monsters, and shoot someone at point blank range without batting an eye. But this.

Terrifying.

He quickly got bored, though. And there were no donuts in the house, since they were banned a few weeks ago when they were stolen by the neighbors’ stray dog, and he hadn’t MEANT to incinerate the thing, but what could one do.

So how about...

“Let’s go, Robin.” 

A portal formed itself behind her. Without a second thought, he stepped through.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She grips him harder and pulls him close to her. Robin always was a touchy drunk. His face is only centimeters away from hers. “I think you’re okay as well. Very okay.” Before he has a chance to escape her grasp she leans forward and presses her lips to his. Fortunately, the hot water was really effective in cleaning her mouth out.

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He scrambled away from her - or he tried to. They both ended up on the carpet and squeaked when she straddled him.

Mel was going to kill him. He was going to kill him.

"W-what are you... Don't do this. Don't do-" he went cross eyed when she tried to shush him, her finger missing the mark and poking his cheek instead.

Morty shoved her off and made his way behind the couch. It was wide enough and she was drunk enough that he will he enough space to react.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Very slowly she stands up and wipes the rest of the vomit on the back of her hand. She brushes past him as he’s completely distracted by it. “My apologies for that, but I can assure you that it wont happen again.” She flops on the couch and places her whiskey on the pillow next to her.  She didn’t know why she wound up here of all places. Maybe there was some subconscious urge to stay here. Robin never told him but when she was around him she felt safe, like nothing could harm her. After so much time spent crying and being so lonely she needed that feeling again. Of course her pride had prevented her from coming before. Being drunk threw all that out the window 

[marksman-morty-blog]

He should have known this was unavoidable. He should been used to this by now. The aftermath of Mel’s bed hopping was something that he was very familiar with. So he wisely kept quiet while he cleaned himself off and later sat next to her, a mug of hot water in his hand.

The sooner she was better, the sooner he can have the house back for himself and Netflix.

He allowed her to lean slightly toward him while she (gratefully, he assumed) took the water. The physical proximity was a non issue, and Morty waited for an explanation.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin sipped it slowly, carefully so as not to spill anything on him or her. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of them. “You look just like him, exactly.” Her hand goes up to touch his eye patch.  It gave her a shiver, the material felt just like his, she still had it at her home buried in her drawer. The tears came back, she was always surprised by how much more she could cry.”Just like him.” She repeats. 

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Ok.

So she was touching his face. Her hands were on his face. He pulled her away, firmly holding on to her wrists.

"Alright you. You. Are. Crossing a line and you… Y-you are pushing it and there are no more turtles for you unti- u-until you just.. Not touch me, and talk."

She was stronger than she looked, though, and her hands were back on his face. She was caressing and he let out an embarrassing whine.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin can’t help but smile at the whine. “How do you do it? Not fall for anyone? I thought I would be like that, I was fine with being alone all my life but he showed up. Now he’s gone and…” Her hands start shaking now as her smile fades away. “I don’t want to be alone Morty.”  She rests her head on his shoulder and begins to sob. Small pathetic little sounds escape her, broken whimpers and huffs. It probably freaked him out considering how stoic she was around him. 

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His arms automatically circled her body, and he silently cursed at this reaction, but the damage was done and he knew there was no way he could get rid of her. Unless he shoved her into a pocket dimension.

Actually…

Her sniffing pulled him back to the current situation.

"It’s easy. I hate people. Everyone I used to think I cared for didn’t… Didn’t care back. S-so I don’t waste my time." And that was the most honest answer he had ever given. Ever. And she won’t even be able to remember this.

As for being alone… Well. With the universe constantly expanding, and new realities being created endlessly, he never felt that being alone was an issue. It was impossible. Rick had drilled it into his head and the result was an unending paranoia.

He voiced this to Robin, who in turn buried herself deeper into his hug.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

“I used to hate, it was easy to hate. But I’ve felt love Morty. It was so wonderful, so beautiful and comforting. But I know it won’t happen again.” She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight as if he were the only thing keeping her alive. Even with an infinite amount of people and an expanding universe she knew it wasn’t going to happen again. That was downright terrifying to her. Robin looks up at him with her brown eyes shinning with tears. “Do you hate me?”

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"Yes." He deadpanned. "I hate everyone. That includes you. But I'm tolerating you, because you rode a turtle with me. And you hurt."

He felt her fingers grip his shirt, probably in irritation, and shit this was not the direction he wanted to go in. Shit shit shit.

"B-but you are also... Oh...Kay?"

That makes people happy, right?

Right.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Very slowly she stands up and wipes the rest of the vomit on the back of her hand. She brushes past him as he’s completely distracted by it. “My apologies for that, but I can assure you that it wont happen again.” She flops on the couch and places her whiskey on the pillow next to her.  She didn’t know why she wound up here of all places. Maybe there was some subconscious urge to stay here. Robin never told him but when she was around him she felt safe, like nothing could harm her. After so much time spent crying and being so lonely she needed that feeling again. Of course her pride had prevented her from coming before. Being drunk threw all that out the window 

[marksman-morty-blog]

He should have known this was unavoidable. He should been used to this by now. The aftermath of Mel’s bed hopping was something that he was very familiar with. So he wisely kept quiet while he cleaned himself off and later sat next to her, a mug of hot water in his hand.

The sooner she was better, the sooner he can have the house back for himself and Netflix.

He allowed her to lean slightly toward him while she (gratefully, he assumed) took the water. The physical proximity was a non issue, and Morty waited for an explanation.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin sipped it slowly, carefully so as not to spill anything on him or her. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of them. “You look just like him, exactly.” Her hand goes up to touch his eye patch.  It gave her a shiver, the material felt just like his, she still had it at her home buried in her drawer. The tears came back, she was always surprised by how much more she could cry.”Just like him.” She repeats. 

[marksman-morty-blog]

Ok.

So she was touching his face. Her hands were on his face. He pulled her away, firmly holding on to her wrists.

"Alright you. You. Are. Crossing a line and you… Y-you are pushing it and there are no more turtles for you unti- u-until you just.. Not touch me, and talk."

She was stronger than she looked, though, and her hands were back on his face. She was caressing and he let out an embarrassing whine.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin can’t help but smile at the whine. “How do you do it? Not fall for anyone? I thought I would be like that, I was fine with being alone all my life but he showed up. Now he’s gone and…” Her hands start shaking now as her smile fades away. “I don’t want to be alone Morty.”  She rests her head on his shoulder and begins to sob. Small pathetic little sounds escape her, broken whimpers and huffs. It probably freaked him out considering how stoic she was around him. 

[marksman-morty-blog]

His arms automatically circled her body, and he silently cursed at this reaction, but the damage was done and he knew there was no way he could get rid of her. Unless he shoved her into a pocket dimension.

Actually...

Her sniffing pulled him back to the current situation.

"It's easy. I hate people. Everyone I used to think I cared for didn't... Didn't care back. S-so I don't waste my time." And that was the most honest answer he had ever given. Ever. And she won't even be able to remember this.

As for being alone... Well. With the universe constantly expanding, and new realities being created endlessly, he never felt that being alone was an issue. It was impossible. Rick had drilled it into his head and the result was an unending paranoia.

He voiced this to Robin, who in turn buried herself deeper into his hug.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Very slowly she stands up and wipes the rest of the vomit on the back of her hand. She brushes past him as he’s completely distracted by it. “My apologies for that, but I can assure you that it wont happen again.” She flops on the couch and places her whiskey on the pillow next to her.  She didn’t know why she wound up here of all places. Maybe there was some subconscious urge to stay here. Robin never told him but when she was around him she felt safe, like nothing could harm her. After so much time spent crying and being so lonely she needed that feeling again. Of course her pride had prevented her from coming before. Being drunk threw all that out the window 

[marksman-morty-blog]

He should have known this was unavoidable. He should been used to this by now. The aftermath of Mel’s bed hopping was something that he was very familiar with. So he wisely kept quiet while he cleaned himself off and later sat next to her, a mug of hot water in his hand.

The sooner she was better, the sooner he can have the house back for himself and Netflix.

He allowed her to lean slightly toward him while she (gratefully, he assumed) took the water. The physical proximity was a non issue, and Morty waited for an explanation.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin sipped it slowly, carefully so as not to spill anything on him or her. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of them. “You look just like him, exactly.” Her hand goes up to touch his eye patch.  It gave her a shiver, the material felt just like his, she still had it at her home buried in her drawer. The tears came back, she was always surprised by how much more she could cry.”Just like him.” She repeats. 

[marksman-morty-blog]

Ok.

So she was touching his face. Her hands were on his face. He pulled her away, firmly holding on to her wrists.

"Alright you. You. Are. Crossing a line and you... Y-you are pushing it and there are no more turtles for you unti- u-until you just.. Not touch me, and talk."

She was stronger than she looked, though, and her hands were back on his face. She was caressing and he let out an embarrassing whine.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.

The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.

He hadn’t seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn’t know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that’s what Rick did.

He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up.

"…Fuck."

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Very slowly she stands up and wipes the rest of the vomit on the back of her hand. She brushes past him as he’s completely distracted by it. “My apologies for that, but I can assure you that it wont happen again.” She flops on the couch and places her whiskey on the pillow next to her.  She didn’t know why she wound up here of all places. Maybe there was some subconscious urge to stay here. Robin never told him but when she was around him she felt safe, like nothing could harm her. After so much time spent crying and being so lonely she needed that feeling again. Of course her pride had prevented her from coming before. Being drunk threw all that out the window 

[marksman-morty-blog]

He should have known this was unavoidable. He should been used to this by now. The aftermath of Mel's bed hopping was something that he was very familiar with. So he wisely kept quiet while he cleaned himself off and later sat next to her, a mug of hot water in his hand.

The sooner she was better, the sooner he can have the house back for himself and Netflix.

He allowed her to lean slightly toward him while she (gratefully, he assumed) took the water. The physical proximity was a non issue, and Morty waited for an explanation.

[marksman-morty-blog]

Robin leaned heavily against the door as she kept her finger on the doorbell. How did she even get here? The last thing that she had remembered was the long drink of whiskey, she looks down at her hand and realizes she's still holding it. Very slowly she cradles it to chest as she waits for him to answer. "You're my true love." She whispers to it as if it were her child.

Morty stared at the surveillance screen. Part of him wanted to keep watching, amused that out of all the different dimensions and doorsteps, Robin ultimately chose his to slump against.The other part of him wanted to get rid of her before she puked all over it.He hadn't seen her in a long time, though, and she may have information he didn't know he needed. One more moment of staring and he found himself at the foot of the stairs. Maybe he should get her water? (But he was at the door by now) Or more booze, since that's what Rick did. He tugged the handle and all his slightly good intentions were destroyed as he watched her flop to his feet and covered them in warm, sour sick-up."...Fuck."

[marksman-morty-blog]

"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

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Robin sat up and wiped her tears away on the sleeves of her trench coat. "I’m sorry. I don’t know what come over me…" She felt awkward, it was fairly clear that they were both pretty awful at handling raw emotions. "Can we look at your memories now? I feel like that would cheer me up."

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"M-my memories?" Of course she would ask. Rude without being rude. "Sure. I guess." No. He meant no. Why wouldn’t it come out? Two letters, one syllable. N-O. He continued to internally berate himself while he fiddled with the device. 

The memory bubble came alight with little images, both clear and not clear. Mel, C-137, Rick, money, donuts. 

Robin’s body shook with laughter and he growled.

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There was that woman again. She assumed it was the Mel he was mumbling about while he was on top of her. "What’s your relationship with her?" Robin pointed to the image of the angry woman with her arms crossed in front of her. "Is she your maid or caretaker?" It was rude to ask. but Robin was never one for formalities.

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"M-maid or-? Ha! HA! No. She’s a…." A what? Pain in the ass? Provider of house and food? "She is just a friend. And she likes to hit me and stuff, but her house is the safest place to crash at." 

They both watched memories of Mel waltzing around the house, half naked and high on k-lax. Oh yeah. 

"I take care of her too. Sometimes." He gave her a very serious look. "She is hopeless without me."

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Robin nodded. "I know the feeling…" Suddenly they were enveloped in the image of her rubbing Morty’s head. Her Morty. This was the first time he let her touch him, his eyes were much softer than they had been when it happened, vulnerable almost. What were they even? It was something she knew she would never have the answer to. Robin shifted  on the couch, it was such a personal thing for him to witness. She should have been uncomfortable at the prospect of him looking into her mind. But it didn’t, he was the closest thing she had to a friend since Rosie. She had the feeling he felt the same.

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"...Gross. Bu-but no offense to you!" He moved away from Robin. Maybe the other Morty had a thing about being touched, but it was one thing he didn't like. The images changed to snippets of C-137 trying to sneak a hug or two in, and Morty decided that was enough of that. 

He hastily un-stuck the devices off their heads. 

"Hey, here. You can keep them. You know? Solo investigating and all." Amongst other things. 

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"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin sat up and wiped her tears away on the sleeves of her trench coat. "I’m sorry. I don’t know what come over me…" She felt awkward, it was fairly clear that they were both pretty awful at handling raw emotions. "Can we look at your memories now? I feel like that would cheer me up."

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"M-my memories?" Of course she would ask. Rude without being rude. "Sure. I guess." No. He meant no. Why wouldn’t it come out? Two letters, one syllable. N-O. He continued to internally berate himself while he fiddled with the device. 

The memory bubble came alight with little images, both clear and not clear. Mel, C-137, Rick, money, donuts. 

Robin’s body shook with laughter and he growled.

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

There was that woman again. She assumed it was the Mel he was mumbling about while he was on top of her. "What’s your relationship with her?" Robin pointed to the image of the angry woman with her arms crossed in front of her. "Is she your maid or caretaker?" It was rude to ask. but Robin was never one for formalities.

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"M-maid or-? Ha! HA! No. She's a...." A what? Pain in the ass? Provider of house and food? "She is just a friend. And she likes to hit me and stuff, but her house is the safest place to crash at." 

They both watched memories of Mel waltzing around the house, half naked and high on k-lax. Oh yeah. 

"I take care of her too. Sometimes." He gave her a very serious look. "She is hopeless without me."

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"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

Robin sat up and wiped her tears away on the sleeves of her trench coat. "I’m sorry. I don’t know what come over me…" She felt awkward, it was fairly clear that they were both pretty awful at handling raw emotions. "Can we look at your memories now? I feel like that would cheer me up."

[marksman-morty-blog]

"M-my memories?" Of course she would ask. Rude without being rude. "Sure. I guess." No. He meant no. Why wouldn't it come out? Two letters, one syllable. N-O. He continued to internally berate himself while he fiddled with the device. 

The memory bubble came alight with little images, both clear and not clear. Mel, C-137, Rick, money, donuts. 

Robin's body shook with laughter and he growled.

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"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

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She blinked a couple times expecting the memory the fade away like the previous one, but was startled when a new one began. It was right after that scary experience, Robin was in the front yard. She had her favorite ball with her bouncing it on the sidewalk, only it didn’t bring her great joy like it usually did. Robin sighed, she wasn’t scared anymore. It was mostly confusion that flooded her. Why was that man even here? What did he want from mommy and daddy? Suddenly she heard the front door slam, she spun around and spotted him walking out of there, a rather confident stride towards her. Robin clutched the ball to her chest, the fear came rushing back. "Hey kiddo did you hear what we talked about in there." She would always get in huge trouble anytime she lied, but with him she felt like it was the only safe option. "N-no.." "Good, i mean you’re gonna find out eventually but it’s not my f-fuckin problem." He pulled out a shiny thing she didn’t recognize and a huge green swirl appeared. The fear transitioned into wonder as she gawked at it. "Tell you’re parents i said what’s up, that is if you ever find them." His cackled echoed long after he was gone. Thankfully it faded out. Robin slumped into the couch. Her body shaking with fury. "I’m going to kill them. Every single one of them I am going to make them suffer."

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Morty idly wondered which Rick this was. Forgetting his worries from earlier, he nudged her shoulder with his.

"You sure know how to pick ‘em." 

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Robin felt a faint smile on her lips.  "I really do.." She turned towards him, face wet from all the tears. "Thank you for helping me. I greatly appreciate it. Now I know what was the context for my first meeting with a Rick and I found about…my…parents.." Her voice wavered before she was over come with a sob. She buried her face into his shoulder allowing herself to let go. There wasn’t any point in holding it back anymore, he saw for himself how awful the situation was. 

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He rubbed soothing circles around her back, and tuned out her quiet sobs with thoughts of pretzels, salty and twisted like the tears on his shirt.

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"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

[haveyouseenthismanbefore]

She blinked a couple times expecting the memory the fade away like the previous one, but was startled when a new one began. It was right after that scary experience, Robin was in the front yard. She had her favorite ball with her bouncing it on the sidewalk, only it didn’t bring her great joy like it usually did. Robin sighed, she wasn’t scared anymore. It was mostly confusion that flooded her. Why was that man even here? What did he want from mommy and daddy? Suddenly she heard the front door slam, she spun around and spotted him walking out of there, a rather confident stride towards her. Robin clutched the ball to her chest, the fear came rushing back. "Hey kiddo did you hear what we talked about in there." She would always get in huge trouble anytime she lied, but with him she felt like it was the only safe option. "N-no.." "Good, i mean you’re gonna find out eventually but it’s not my f-fuckin problem." He pulled out a shiny thing she didn’t recognize and a huge green swirl appeared. The fear transitioned into wonder as she gawked at it. "Tell you’re parents i said what’s up, that is if you ever find them." His cackled echoed long after he was gone. Thankfully it faded out. Robin slumped into the couch. Her body shaking with fury. "I’m going to kill them. Every single one of them I am going to make them suffer."

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Morty idly wondered which Rick this was. Forgetting his worries from earlier, he nudged her shoulder with his.

"You sure know how to pick 'em." 

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"Listen Morty I need your help with something..." Robin hesitated as she stared into the long empty box of donuts. She invited him under false pretenses, only asking if he wanted to hang out. When in reality she needing something from him.

Morty jumped from the sudden noise.

"W-whuh…?? Whozzat…" 

It was loud and clear, and he recognized it…timit and clipped, with the same vocal vibrato like Mel’s but NOT. 

"…Robin?" Not cool. He didn’t give her permission to breach his communication line! Or..he didn’t remember, at least. 

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Morty watched, unmoving from his position by the kitchen door. So she was a by-product of messed up childhood. 

No wonder she has such a thick coat of armor. That she could even handle a Morty. He could see tears, falling down her face but she made no sound. Something that she trained herself to do, no doubt.

He remained silent as her memories continued to unfold. 

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Robin didnt even bother to wipe the tears away, she had a feeling more were to come. Once it was over she sat in silence. That living room, it was important she had a sense that it took place there.  The image was of Robin in the hallway peeking into their conversation. Normally she wouldn’t dare to spy on them but she heard her name and from an unfamiliar voice. She was 5 and much more bold, this was before they had the chance to beat the spirit out of her. They were seated across from an old man. Robin thought his hair was funny, it made her smile.  "We understand you went through a lot of work to get her for us and she does indeed have a high aptitude but-" Her father was cut off by her mother raising a finger to take charge. Mommy was always good at getting people to be quiet.  "But that’s the problem she has a high aptitude I know that you came here to collect your final payment Mr. Sanchez but you cannot ignore the fact that we wanted a Christopher Robin not a Robin.” Her lip curled back in disgust at the second name. Robin shrank a little, mommy was mad at this man but why? Her words weren’t making any sense.  "Ah yeah well you see I g-grabbed the wrong kid. I dont know what you want from me. I can’t exactly return her, mostly because I don’t remember what dimension i threw the parents into…" Her mother frowned. "Well I don’t care about that. We’re already stuck with it might as well attempt to make her into something useful." The old man laughed. "Well lady I scanned her before i managed to snatch her up. She has a lot of potential. Sh-she’s destined for great things." "We can be the judges of that." Her father grumbled as he eyed the other man steadily.

The old man stood up and sighed. "Well even if she isn’t you could always sell her. L-like a bitch that’s no good, someone will be stupid enough to buy it." Robin flinched as she pressed her body against the wall slowly inched back towards her room. That word sounded scary, she had never heard it before, but what was more scary was mommy’s laughter after he said it. 

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Morty silently sat next to her now. She didn't seem to notice the shift of the couch. The lingering scent of popcorn on his fingers. Him. He continued to watch her, willing himself not to watch what was happening around them. 

He already knew that Ricks had little room in their hearts for mercy. He didn't need more to justify the knowledge. 

He wondered...Mel had always found comfort in physical contact, and he reached out to pat her back. His hand hovered before he pulled back; there could be consequences if he pulled her out of the experience, much like pulling someone out of ice cold water.