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The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

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Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

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✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

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Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

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✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

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“W-wait- Half Life! That’s the name of the character back home.” Morty grinned despite himself- something familiar to what he had previously was always a comfort. “It looks good on you- I used to have costumes, but that was before I outgrew my clothes- and my world…” Oop, back to mopey Morty. “The only thing the citadel had in my current size was this Morty doll outfit- and it didn’t even come with stupid shoes…”

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✨| Morty nodded and smiled back softly. "Thanks, I'm glad the jumpsuit part fit otherwise I would have had a tougher time getting recognized." He then looked at the other with a small frown hearing him explain how he only had doll clothes to wear and didn't even have shoes his size.

✨| "Aw geez, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mini Me.... Is there anything else I can do to help... I mean I don't really know how to tailor any clothes for ah-a tiny, but I-I can learn."

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“Well… m-maybe we could go out shopping later? Just so I can have a bit of v-variety, y’know?” It would be nice to get some fresh air, see the sights… though as Morty thought about his plan, a roadblock occurred to him. “O-okay, if we do end up going clothes shopping, y-you might get a few odd looks… y’know, since…” he gestured at his diminutive form, implying that the other Morty might be going down a pinker aisle than he’s used to.

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✨| Morty looked at the other, giving a slow nod, "Yea, I understand. It'd probably look super weird for me to be at the store after hours since like it is nighttime." He reminded the other, gesturing to the clock and how it was at least 11:15 at night. It kinda flew over his head what the other was implying, he still was pretty spent from the night of trick or treating.

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Morty opened his mouth to correct his counterpart, but instead let out a yawn. “Yeah, it is pretty late… maybe we could go in the morning.” He looked over at the backpack he had been staying in, then back up at the other Morty. “H-hey, you mind if I sleep with you tonight? J-just on your pillow- it gets kind of cramped in your backpack…”

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✨| Morty looked the Morty sitting in his hand. At first, the idea of the other just sleeping on his pillow, didn't seem all that of a bad idea. However the question of how the other one was going to be safe while his head was also on the pillow was another matter of concern.

✨| "Th-that does sound like it'd be pretty comfortable and a good change of pace for you so you'd be comfortable little guy but---" He was cut off by a yawn of his own using his free hand to cover his mouth before refocusing his tired eyes on the other one.

✨| "But uhh... wouldn't you get kinda squished if we were sharing my pillow? What if I bounce you off the bed and you get hurt?" He asked, so many more bad things could happen to such a tiny little guy, and he certainly didn't want his new secret roommate to get hurt because of his natural clumsiness, not to mention it was worse since they were both starting to doze off.

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“Ah geez, you’re right… maybe you could use some washcloths to make me a little bed by your nightstand? I mean, I-I won’t take up much room, anyway. I just… wanna be close to someone, y’know?” Morty looked up to his larger counterpart with hopeful eyes. This was the first time he had someone who cared about him, and he enjoyed it.

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✨️| Morty thought for a moment. There was clean facecloths in the bathroom. The only one who really uses them were his dad anyway and he barely even remembered they were there. "Yea. Th-that so-sounds doable... I think... and maybe when we head out we can make a list of what you'd need and I can see if I can talk Dad or Summer into driving me to the store."

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Morty smiled. “Th-thanks, that’d be really helpful. Oh… a-and you may wanna wash that backpack too- it was the only place where I could get privacy…” He hoped that the bigger Morty was sleep deprived enough not to catch what he was implying.

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✨️| Morty blinked slowly, comprehending what the other had implied. He's a Morty, he understands that urge better than anyone else in the house. Out of politeness, he chose to feign ignorance of the topic the other was talking about, even though internally he was now extremely self conscious because now it brought him to the realization that this tiny Morty could hear him when he was doing the deed himself. He let out another yawn with his free hand covering it. "Mmm yea, th-that's a good idea... though it's been a while since I've even though about cleaning a backpack..."

✨️| Morty set the mini me down on the mattress, giving him sort of a mumbled out, 'stay here' before carefully shuffling off in his Halloween costume. He unlocked the door, then shuffled out into the dark hallway, heading toward the bathroom. With in a few minutes, he retrieved the item, then headed back to his room.

✨️| Morty cleaned off a part of his night stand behind his lamp, then carefully folded up the facecloth into a sort of sleepingbag esque shape. "Mmmm how's this Mini Me?" He asked as he gestured to the mini makeshift bed across the night stand.

#roleplay thread | just a quick adventure #mini-morty

rp-meme-central

Send “candy thief” for a starter where my muse has gotten into the candy meant for trick-or-treaters.

Send “pilfering goodies” for your muse to eat the trick-or-treaters’ candy.

#ooc | out of condoms #memes | lets go to blips and chits

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—————— ♡

blush— are you single, taken, crushing, or not interested? or is it complicated?

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

rose quartz— what’s your love language (romantic or platonic)?

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?

fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!

rose— do you believe in soulmates? why or why not?

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

carnation— how important are “looks” to you in a relationship?

blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

pastel pink— do you prefer to dress up and go out or stay in and relax?

bubblegum— how do you feel about your love life right now? are you happy with it?

champagne— what’s your favorite form of physical affection, if any at all?

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why?

hot pink— what’s your favorite relationship trope?

flamingo— would you say you’re clingy in relationships and friendships?

cherry pink— when it comes to loved ones, are you openly affectionate or are you more reserved?

peach syrup— have you ever had an internet crush on a mutual on this app or another app?

pink magnolia— would you say that you develop crushes quickly?

#ooc | out of condoms #memes | lets go to blips and chits #queue | and thats the way the queue goes

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The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

mini-morty

Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

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✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

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Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

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✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

mini-morty

“W-wait- Half Life! That’s the name of the character back home.” Morty grinned despite himself- something familiar to what he had previously was always a comfort. “It looks good on you- I used to have costumes, but that was before I outgrew my clothes- and my world…” Oop, back to mopey Morty. “The only thing the citadel had in my current size was this Morty doll outfit- and it didn’t even come with stupid shoes…”

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✨| Morty nodded and smiled back softly. "Thanks, I'm glad the jumpsuit part fit otherwise I would have had a tougher time getting recognized." He then looked at the other with a small frown hearing him explain how he only had doll clothes to wear and didn't even have shoes his size.

✨| "Aw geez, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mini Me.... Is there anything else I can do to help... I mean I don't really know how to tailor any clothes for ah-a tiny, but I-I can learn."

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“Well… m-maybe we could go out shopping later? Just so I can have a bit of v-variety, y’know?” It would be nice to get some fresh air, see the sights… though as Morty thought about his plan, a roadblock occurred to him. “O-okay, if we do end up going clothes shopping, y-you might get a few odd looks… y’know, since…” he gestured at his diminutive form, implying that the other Morty might be going down a pinker aisle than he’s used to.

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✨| Morty looked at the other, giving a slow nod, "Yea, I understand. It'd probably look super weird for me to be at the store after hours since like it is nighttime." He reminded the other, gesturing to the clock and how it was at least 11:15 at night. It kinda flew over his head what the other was implying, he still was pretty spent from the night of trick or treating.

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Morty opened his mouth to correct his counterpart, but instead let out a yawn. “Yeah, it is pretty late… maybe we could go in the morning.” He looked over at the backpack he had been staying in, then back up at the other Morty. “H-hey, you mind if I sleep with you tonight? J-just on your pillow- it gets kind of cramped in your backpack…”

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✨| Morty looked the Morty sitting in his hand. At first, the idea of the other just sleeping on his pillow, didn't seem all that of a bad idea. However the question of how the other one was going to be safe while his head was also on the pillow was another matter of concern.

✨| "Th-that does sound like it'd be pretty comfortable and a good change of pace for you so you'd be comfortable little guy but---" He was cut off by a yawn of his own using his free hand to cover his mouth before refocusing his tired eyes on the other one.

✨| "But uhh... wouldn't you get kinda squished if we were sharing my pillow? What if I bounce you off the bed and you get hurt?" He asked, so many more bad things could happen to such a tiny little guy, and he certainly didn't want his new secret roommate to get hurt because of his natural clumsiness, not to mention it was worse since they were both starting to doze off.

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“Ah geez, you’re right… maybe you could use some washcloths to make me a little bed by your nightstand? I mean, I-I won’t take up much room, anyway. I just… wanna be close to someone, y’know?” Morty looked up to his larger counterpart with hopeful eyes. This was the first time he had someone who cared about him, and he enjoyed it.

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✨️| Morty thought for a moment. There was clean facecloths in the bathroom. The only one who really uses them were his dad anyway and he barely even remembered they were there. "Yea. Th-that so-sounds doable... I think... and maybe when we head out we can make a list of what you'd need and I can see if I can talk Dad or Summer into driving me to the store."

#roleplay thread | just a quick adventure #mini-morty

mini-morty

The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

mini-morty

Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

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✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

mini-morty

Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

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✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

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“W-wait- Half Life! That’s the name of the character back home.” Morty grinned despite himself- something familiar to what he had previously was always a comfort. “It looks good on you- I used to have costumes, but that was before I outgrew my clothes- and my world…” Oop, back to mopey Morty. “The only thing the citadel had in my current size was this Morty doll outfit- and it didn’t even come with stupid shoes…”

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✨| Morty nodded and smiled back softly. "Thanks, I'm glad the jumpsuit part fit otherwise I would have had a tougher time getting recognized." He then looked at the other with a small frown hearing him explain how he only had doll clothes to wear and didn't even have shoes his size.

✨| "Aw geez, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mini Me.... Is there anything else I can do to help... I mean I don't really know how to tailor any clothes for ah-a tiny, but I-I can learn."

mini-morty

“Well… m-maybe we could go out shopping later? Just so I can have a bit of v-variety, y’know?” It would be nice to get some fresh air, see the sights… though as Morty thought about his plan, a roadblock occurred to him. “O-okay, if we do end up going clothes shopping, y-you might get a few odd looks… y’know, since…” he gestured at his diminutive form, implying that the other Morty might be going down a pinker aisle than he’s used to.

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✨| Morty looked at the other, giving a slow nod, "Yea, I understand. It'd probably look super weird for me to be at the store after hours since like it is nighttime." He reminded the other, gesturing to the clock and how it was at least 11:15 at night. It kinda flew over his head what the other was implying, he still was pretty spent from the night of trick or treating.

mini-morty

Morty opened his mouth to correct his counterpart, but instead let out a yawn. “Yeah, it is pretty late… maybe we could go in the morning.” He looked over at the backpack he had been staying in, then back up at the other Morty. “H-hey, you mind if I sleep with you tonight? J-just on your pillow- it gets kind of cramped in your backpack…”

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✨| Morty looked the Morty sitting in his hand. At first, the idea of the other just sleeping on his pillow, didn't seem all that of a bad idea. However the question of how the other one was going to be safe while his head was also on the pillow was another matter of concern.

✨| "Th-that does sound like it'd be pretty comfortable and a good change of pace for you so you'd be comfortable little guy but---" He was cut off by a yawn of his own using his free hand to cover his mouth before refocusing his tired eyes on the other one.

✨| "But uhh... wouldn't you get kinda squished if we were sharing my pillow? What if I bounce you off the bed and you get hurt?" He asked, so many more bad things could happen to such a tiny little guy, and he certainly didn't want his new secret roommate to get hurt because of his natural clumsiness, not to mention it was worse since they were both starting to doze off.

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mini-morty

The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

mini-morty

Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

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✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

mini-morty

Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

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✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

mini-morty

“W-wait- Half Life! That’s the name of the character back home.” Morty grinned despite himself- something familiar to what he had previously was always a comfort. “It looks good on you- I used to have costumes, but that was before I outgrew my clothes- and my world…” Oop, back to mopey Morty. “The only thing the citadel had in my current size was this Morty doll outfit- and it didn’t even come with stupid shoes…”

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✨| Morty nodded and smiled back softly. "Thanks, I'm glad the jumpsuit part fit otherwise I would have had a tougher time getting recognized." He then looked at the other with a small frown hearing him explain how he only had doll clothes to wear and didn't even have shoes his size.

✨| "Aw geez, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mini Me.... Is there anything else I can do to help... I mean I don't really know how to tailor any clothes for ah-a tiny, but I-I can learn."

mini-morty

“Well… m-maybe we could go out shopping later? Just so I can have a bit of v-variety, y’know?” It would be nice to get some fresh air, see the sights… though as Morty thought about his plan, a roadblock occurred to him. “O-okay, if we do end up going clothes shopping, y-you might get a few odd looks… y’know, since…” he gestured at his diminutive form, implying that the other Morty might be going down a pinker aisle than he’s used to.

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✨| Morty looked at the other, giving a slow nod, "Yea, I understand. It'd probably look super weird for me to be at the store after hours since like it is nighttime." He reminded the other, gesturing to the clock and how it was at least 11:15 at night. It kinda flew over his head what the other was implying, he still was pretty spent from the night of trick or treating.

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"I've kind of been through a lot of ricks. I usually don't end up staying with one for more than a few months." slickmcrty

✨| Morty frowned at the newly acquired knowledge. He couldn't really do much to bring other Ricks back himself, he's not that scientifically gifted, nor was he a Morty that knew anything about necromancy. He was just your average Morty.

✨| He searched his mind for some words of comfort. "Ah geez man, I'm really sorry about that... I can't really imagine dealing with all that grief or how I'd even cope with one Rick dying."

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mini-morty

The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

mini-morty

Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

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✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

mini-morty

Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

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✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

mini-morty

“W-wait- Half Life! That’s the name of the character back home.” Morty grinned despite himself- something familiar to what he had previously was always a comfort. “It looks good on you- I used to have costumes, but that was before I outgrew my clothes- and my world…” Oop, back to mopey Morty. “The only thing the citadel had in my current size was this Morty doll outfit- and it didn’t even come with stupid shoes…”

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✨| Morty nodded and smiled back softly. "Thanks, I'm glad the jumpsuit part fit otherwise I would have had a tougher time getting recognized." He then looked at the other with a small frown hearing him explain how he only had doll clothes to wear and didn't even have shoes his size.

✨| "Aw geez, I'm sorry to hear about that, Mini Me.... Is there anything else I can do to help... I mean I don't really know how to tailor any clothes for ah-a tiny, but I-I can learn."

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“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.” slickmcrty

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QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION "“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”"

✨| Morty let out a small gasp as he had been tripped before promptly laying face down on the ground his cheek against the ground. He took a moment to process what had just happened.

✨| "owww." He muttered out as he now laid out on the ground on his side. He huffed a bit, the pain was temporary, no real harm done, though falling flat on his face wasn't the most pleasant way to meet someone new, Morty would have still tripped over his own two feet with his luck.

✨| Once Morty readjusted himself and dusted himself off, "Ah, no worries man. It's my fault really, I sh-should have been wat-watching where I was going."

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mini-morty

The Smith house was quiet this Halloween night. Beth and Jerry were busy watching a movie- well, more Beth coaxing Jerry to keep his eyes uncovered during the scary parts, Summer had been invited to a costume party, and Morty was in his room, fast asleep after a night of trick-or-treating (which he swore up and down he wasn’t too old for). The silence was broken by the sound of a zipper being pulled open- or in this case, pushed open.

The small figure finished making an opening in the backpack and clambered out. As the moonlight hit the figure, it was revealed to be Morty- or a Morty, at least; part of the multiverse of Smiths and Sanchezes that helped run the dimensions. This Morty had some differences from the boy sprawled out on the bed- his clothes had Velcro fasteners on the backs, he was currently barefoot- oh, and let’s not forget his height of four inches. However, he wasn’t focused on any of that- his sights were set on the bucket on the desk.

“O-okay,” he stammered at himself quietly, “you can do this…” Steeling his resolve, he ran up to the desk and began climbing up the leg of the table. Once getting up top, he rested for a bit, making sure that this Morty was still knocked out. After catching his breath, the diminutive Morty pulled himself up into the candy bowl, where he started sorting through the candy. “Lessee… M&Ms, no… Starburst, no… wh-what the- why the hell is there a circus peanut in here!?” He tossed the peanut out of the bucket, before finding what he was looking for. “Jackpot! Twix bar!” He peeled the wrapper off the fun sized bar before greedily biting into the candy. It had been a while since he had eaten, so he was thankful he could find something he enjoyed.

@ncbcdyexistscnpurpcse

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✨| Morty's night of trick or treating was fun. He went out in different costumes going across the same houses over and over again, until his legs were sore and the multiple treat bags he had gotten for this year's night of fun candy getting were full to the brim, he had his mom sort them out before he took his hoard of candy up to his room setting the bags on his desk, one of them spilling out on to the desk.

✨| With Morty's energy spent for the night, the young teen not bothering to shut his door all the way so the room was illuminated by the hall light. He climbed into bed plopping his head down onto the pillow and curled up with the blankets not even bothering to get out of his costume before he closed his eyes and drifted off.

✨| However the sound of a wrapper crinkling had managed to rip him out of the deadest of sleeps, he had initially thought maybe his dreams were being too loud. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see a small something rustling around in his candy stash.

✨| "...?" He moved a little more so he was sitting up to get a better look at this figure in the dimly lit room, it seemed to be enjoying some of his candy. His eyes had widened as his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could tell this wasn't a mouse or some small vermin picking around in his unprotected food. It was another Morty, super small one at that! He got up from the bed as quietly as possible. He stared at the other, anyone else would be angry to see someone stealing from them especially something they had worked all night to get but Morty's got plenty of candy, and could understand someone needing something to eat. He wanted to introduce himself, but also didn't wanna scare the little guy off, but he might have done so when he shut the door, and flipped the light on.

✨| In an attempt to calm any potential freak outs, Morty quickly and and calmly introduced himself. "Ah geez, I hope I'm not freaking you out, little guy... uhh m-my name's Morty." His voice was soft and calm not wanting to break the little guys ear drums just incase him being so little made his ears sensitive to the noise or anything.

mini-morty

Morty froze as he heard the door close, then was momentarily blinded as the lights were turned on. Squinting, he looked up to see the Morty of this dimension looking down at him.

“SHIT!” he yelped as he tried wading through the candy bog he was currently submerged in. Unfortunately, he wasn’t getting anywhere fast. “…p-please don’t tell your Rick about this. It’s just been a long few days, a-a-and I’m tired of having to track and kill the roaches here to eat… y-you might wanna tell someone about that, though- think they’re getting organized. They have laser pointers.

“A-anyway, I need you to promise two things to me- th-that your Rick stays out of this… and that you’ll pull me outta here…” Morty gave the universal sign for “uppies”, showing he trusted this Morty to handle him.

ncbcdyexistscnpurpcse

✨| Morty listened to the other voice his concerns. So tell Mom that there's a roach problem, and don't tell Rick there's a tiny version of him that's been kinda living in secret for a few days in his room. That shouldn't be too hard to do, its not like that's a normal conversation topic that comes up at breakfast.

✨| Morty nodded his head, "Yea, that-that sounds easy enough." He replied. "Geez, I can't imagine how hard it must have been to hunt and eat bugs." He shivered a the thought, before carefully scooping up the mini Morty out of his candy haul. "H-how did yo-you even get here little guy?"

mini-morty

Morty squeaked as he was picked up. “Wh-whoa… this is real weird… a-and remember the last time you and your Rick went to the citadel? I-I-I kinda snuck into your backpack. Sorry, I p-probably should have asked…” he wiped the chocolate around his mouth onto his arm. “It’s j-just been really scary being so small, in a pl-place so big…” he brought his knees up against his chest.

“I-I really like your costume, by the way- what are you suppose to be? M-my dimension had someone like that, b-but I can’t really re-remember what it was called- it’s been a while since I’ve been there…”

ncbcdyexistscnpurpcse

✨| Morty tried to think to the last time he was on the citadel with his backpack. He made a soft gasp as he remembered going there for an impromptu lunch at the Aw Cheeseria that another Rick's twin grandkids Morty and Morticia had opened up. The grilled cheese's were pretty good but the idea of a sandwich called Sauce Pocket still sounded pretty cursed in his mind.

✨| "Ah yea, I remember that." Morty nodded, "So you've been in my backpack for like 4 days? Geez, if I had known I would have been bringing up extra snacks for you to have while I'm out on adventures with Rick." Morty felt awful about the little guy having to eat bugs.

✨| Morty had looked down at himself questioning what the other head meant by a costume, then only just remembered he never actually changed into his PJs. "Huh? Oh right. I kinda forgot I didn't even bother to change before getting into bed... I'm dressed as that half dead guy who fights other full dead guys... I uhh kinda can't remember the name in this dimension but back home he was named Inviso-Bill."

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