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@mxltreated-blog
//I hate making personal posts, but this needs to be done. I'm really sorry for not being on as much as I should and taking forever to do anything. My mental health took a nose dive, and I'm just not okay. I'm around on mobile if anyone wants to talk or wants specifics. My discord is the same as my tumblr url. Yes, I made one. I'm sorry, and I hope I'll be back to rp in a few days.
unlncky:
The other Morty’s voice startled him as if he hadn’t noticed his initial approach. His hands went to wrap around himself instead, protective of himself and what he had left – even if that was just the clothes on his back.
“ – Uh. ” His voice was a little hoarse, eyes a little swollen and red from earlier panic. “ I-I – I’m alive, I guess. ” That had to count for something, right? “ J-just, y’know, a little shaken – kinda shaken up. I’ll be okay. ” He had to be; this sort of thing happened almost daily in Mortytown. It was only a matter of time before it happened to him.
Startling the other made Morty step back and hold his hands up to show he wasn’t going to hurt him. What even happened to this poor Morty to make him so scared and jumpy? Morty isn’t convinced that he would be entirely okay if he just left him here- he has to do something. He doesn’t press into the details yet, deciding to let him calm down some more first. “I-Is there anyway I can help? A-are you hurt at all?” Morty slowly kneels down in front of him, “I-I want to-to help you, o-okay?”
hauntedmorty:
mxltreated:
@hauntedmorty || from here
Well, that was unexpected to say the least. “Y-you did wh-what now?” He wasn’t sure if he believed the other.
“I disintergrated my dad. It wasn’t on purpose. He pushed me too far…”
“D-Dude.” Now Morty’s just confused and a little concerned. “What did he even do for you to want to disintegrate him? That seems pretty harsh.”
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//So I got roped into a huge babysitting job, our fridge died, and I've been trying to get an insane amount of laundry done. I'll do my best to be on tonight and get to replies!
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@hauntedmorty || from here
Well, that was unexpected to say the least. “Y-you did wh-what now?” He wasn’t sure if he believed the other.
abusedmorty:
“Playin with my friend” he spoke as the Rick looked “howdy” he waved softly as Baby looked “has T-Mo taken his sleeping meds?” He asked as the Rick nodded
He awkwardly raises a hand in a return greeting, still not entirely sure what to do or if this was even a good idea to begin with. The nickname of the other Morty makes him question if the one who he was with had a nickname too. Morty didn’t even think to ask, and now he feels kind of dumb for it. “I-is T-Mo his n-nickname, instead of M-Morty? D-do you have a nickname?”
unlncky:
It seemed like some of his own bad luck had caught up to him; Morty sat against the filthy wall of a building in Mortytown, looking at his empty hands in dismay.
Getting mugged by other Mortys was… disheartening, to say the least.
He hates being in Mortytown for anything. It’s almost downright dangerous, even for the Mortys that lived there. So when Morty spots a rather disheveled Morty alone against a wall, he decides to check on him. Better safe than sorry, right? “U-um, hey. A-are you o-okay?”
mcrtimersmith:
A Jerry who hated his SON? Hmm….this only made Mortimer MORE curious. But the other seemed to be getting more and more WORRIED as they continued to talk about this topic. And, for once, it was a JERRY hurting a Morty rather than it being a Rick. That only made it more concerning.
“One more question. I promise….” Mortimer keeps his voice low and soothing. “What dimension are you from?”
Morty switched from upset to concerned. His dimension number? Oh no. No no no no n o . “Y-you don’t u-understand. Y-you can’t g-go there. I-if he thinks th-that- that you’re me...” It’s getting harder to control his breathing, panic building and threatening to bubble over. “I-I don’t want you to-to get h-hurt- please-” He can’t stop thinking about what Jerry’s done, what he’s willing to do, now shaking.
"What are you doing here?" He asked tilting his head innocently
“M-me? I-I’m just getting s-some blood work done.” Morty eyes the other for a moment, “C-can I ask wh-what you’re here f-for?”
mcrtimersmith:
A Jerry?
A JERRY was what did this to a Morty? Hnn. What dimension was this Morty? What JERRY would do this? Mortimer should PROBABLY get more information before blowing up, but it was getting INCREASINGLY hard to keep his tone in check.
“Where did he not want you to go?”
Morty doesn’t really like where this is going, but he’s almost afraid of what may happen if he doesn’t keep talking. It was his own fault he’s in this mess anyway- maybe he deserves it all. “R-Rick.. he- he d-didn’t want m-m-me to visit J-Jerry. I-I should’ve kn-known i-it was too- too good to b-be true. Y-you see, my Jerry i-isn’t l-like most. H-He,” Morty’s alarmingly close to crying, “he hates me.”
catricc:
Man, Morty’s could be so cute sometimes! This one seemed particularly nice. He let the kid pet him for a moment more before leaning away, ears twitching. He looked pretty relaxed, smiling happily at the other. “Y-Y-You’re a good kid, Morty.” He reaches up with a paw, giving the other a gently pat on the head, ruffling his hair.
Morty still has a smile that’s a mile wide when the guard pulls away from him. He liked this Rick, quite a lot really. When he spoke again to Morty, the smile faltered- not out of displeasure but disbelief. Of course, his Rick was gentler than most by far, but praise was still something that didn’t come easy to him. Morty finds himself tearing up at the head pat, fighting the urge to hug him.
askagoodpupper:
“O-oh geez!” He almost sounded like a whimpering puppy. He felt terrible for causing someone to be in any sort of pain or hurt. But sitting here feeling sorry for himself wasn’t going to solve the problem that’s for sure!
“U-umm let me think..” He said, looking around as if something would have the answer. “I know there is a medical clinic not far from here… maybe we should go there to make sure it’s nothing serious” He comments. climbing to his feet and extending his hand to aid in pulling the younger Morty back on his feet.
“I’d feel terrible leaving you to deal with this alone so don’t worry i’ll come with you, It‘s not too far!” He tries to smile but it was obvious how bad he felt.
“Oh and here-” He pulls his scarf from around his neck, handing it to the other Morty. “I think you should support your arm with this scarf so it doesn’t get accidentally knocked around and get hurt worse” Four was sort of a mother hen when it came to being concerned about others, he was after all a Morty who was older than most he’d met so he felt the need to want to help and protect his fellow Mortys,especially those younger than him.
Morty reached out his good hand, trying to keep both himself and the other calm. The dog-like whimper drew some concern, “I-it’s okay. I-it- it can’t be th-that bad. R-right?” They just needed a plan of what to do next. He listened carefully, nodding. “Y-yeah, th-that’s a good idea.” He’s now really considering the possibility it is broken- it certainly hurt bad enough to be, and Morty’s pretty sure the only reason he isn’t crying or anything is the pure shock from it all. Even being pulled up to his feet doesn’t quite register. It was a relief that the older Morty offered to go with him; there was no way he’d be able to go alone. Even the simple stuff like forms were going to be a challenge. Hopefully it wouldn’t be as bad here, but he was preparing for the worst. Oh man, he probably needed to go ahead and mention it, didn’t he? He takes the scarf and tries to adjust it (not very successfully), replying as he does. “Th-thank you f-for coming with m-me.” Morty keeps his gaze away from the older’s face, “Wh-when we g-get there, u-um.. I-I know i-it isn’t r-related, b-but it s-somehow manages to-to come up with d-doctors th-that I, uh- I’m trans.” He cautiously looks back up to the Morty, gauging his reaction.
mcrtimersmith:
“Why would I want to know?” Mortimer smiles, voice taking on a more friendly approach to getting the information out of the Morty. “Because, as the President of the Citadel, I worry about all the Mortys within these walls.”
So DON’T hold out on him.
Morty just sighs, pulling back some before answering so quietly it was barely even audible. “I-It was my J-Jerry... H-he told me n-not to go. I-I should’ve listened.” He should’ve known better than to visit Jerry. Of course he hadn’t changed. He probably never would.
catricc:
He he made a soft rolling sound in his throat at the compliment, leaning heavily against that hand and even tilting his head so that the other would pet where it felt the most relaxing. He didn’t say much, happy enough to let the kid have fun. After-all, the affection was well received. Even though people were definitely staring as they walked by.
Morty just laughs, adding a second hand to pet even more. He’s really enjoying himself with this; he hadn’t ever really had a pet, so this was the closest he’s gotten- and it makes him want to adopt a cat of his own. He does notice a few people staring, but for once, he doesn’t care. This is nice, and he’s just going to enjoy it.
