#memory 2

[retracexcviii]

Jeanne evolution.

From: I will kill them all .

to: I think I want that jerk.

I love her and it can’t be helped. Jun give us a woman that can do both.

[askplague]

Dear, don’t force memories, let them come smoothly

Ok, I’ll try…

[mcrtimersmith]

Memory 2

Another day alone meant another day watching fucked up home videos made by yours truly.

With a bit of effort, Mortimer tucked himself up along the couch, burrowing himself into the soft cushions and pillows. The screen of the television flickered dimly as the DVD player loaded the memory into its data banks. Now a few days after the wedding, Mortimer found himself STUCK at home more often than he wanted to with this wound on his head.

The disk he’d loaded into the DVD was old and covered in dust when he had found it. Mortimer figured ut was of a memory long ago. Back then, before he took to the free range, he’d never LABEL any of the memories he’d made.

Especially when he was with his First Rick.

Who knows how he’d react if he found out was on those tapes.

Mortimer’s attention was grabbed once again as the sound of GIGGLING came through the tv. It was young, soft, and...a different change of pace...

 “Come on Morty!! Let’s go!” Beth’s voice came through, gentle and giddy with glee. “We don’t want to be late!” Jumping off the chair he’d been sitting in, the little boy with which the video was recorded through POPPED up in front of a mirror.

Morty Smith looked to be about six, missing one of his front teeth, which confirmed Mortimer’s suspicion. The younger version of Mortimer smiled in the mirror, adjusting his clothes with a few pats of his hands. All ready for the day, huh kiddo?

Exiting his room quickly, the little boy ran down the stairs, almost tripping a much younger Summer in the process. She snaps at him, but he pays her no mind as he rushes to meet his mother at the door.

              Mortimer did remember the good relationship he had with his original parents....

Beth’s hand is held out towards little Mortimer as he approaches, his hand slipping easily into hers. There’s a distant goodbye from Jerry in the backyard and it’s returned by the two only a second before they make their hasty escape out the front door.

Outside, it’s bright, illuminated, and warm; the light forces little Mortimer to block out some of the sun with his tiny, unoccupied hand. Beth pauses briefly when they reach the sidewalk to pull a pair of sunglasses out of her purse and pop them over his eyes. “There you go, Morty. is that better?”

“Thanks mama!” Comes his squeaky reply. The tones makes Mortimer CRINGE on the  couch.

The two continue on their determined path, chatting about something that Mortimer couldn’t keep track of in his current state. His gaze drifts away from this BORING MEMORY, letting his attention fall on Dante as the little raptor bites and tears at the packaging of bacon that Mortimer had dropped on the floor for him. All the while, the television continued to play the memory. It got to the point it all sounded like one, white noise.

“MORTY!!!” Beth’s sudden scream immediately TORE Mortimer’s gaze back to the television. Through little Mortimer’s eyes, the older could SEE a car tearing down the street towards him. The younger was quickly RIPPED out of the path of the car by a pair of arms; the brakes SCREECHED as the driver slammed on them.

“Morty! Morty are you okay?!” Beth was in a frenzy, checking her small son over worriedly, despite little Mortimer’s protests.

“I’m fine mama! Promise!” He whines, the noise breaking off into a bubble of airy laughter as a flurry of kisses lands on his cheeks, his foreheads, everywhere that his terrified mother could reach. Bystanders nearby flocked to the duo, the driver included, to check on them, to worry, to APOLOGIZE.

“I got you Morty...I have you....” Beth promised, over and over again. “So long as I’m around, no one will ever hurt you...”

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The memory ended there, leaving Mortimer sitting there on the couch. His hands GRABS for the remote, rewinding the video to LISTEN to the last words Beth had said...just ONE MORE TIME.

“No one will ever hurt you...”

The remote slips from his hands. His shoulders start SHAKING as his eyes scrunch up to fight off the wave of incoming TEARS that want to come. He thought of his original Beth and Jerry, wondering how easily they moved on without him. How they REACTED after he was FORCIBLY RIPPED away from them when he was younger.

Did they even REMEMBER HIM?!

Probably not...probably not.

“No The old Council probably had him replaced. Gave them a new Morty to give their love. Maybe even DESTROYED that reality. He didn’t know. All Mortimer could remember was that they didn’t do anything to even TRY to find him...even if they couldn’t in any way.

No Rick. No teleportation....

By the time Rick or Rock came home, Mortimer was still sitting on the couch, shoulders trembling from withheld SOBS; the television crackled and FIZZLED with static. His face was BURIED in his hands, smearing the tears out of his eyes as he fought to get a hold of himself.

Calm down. Calm down....

[memories-from-eddsworld]

I never... really wanted my eyes to be like they are. They aren't hollow, or missing, they're just black. Believe it or not, my eyes weren't like this originally. When I was around three years old or so, I was on a playground at school like a normal kid my age would be. I was on top of the playset, having the time of my life, when some other kid pushed me over. I don't remember his name, or really what he looked like, it was so long ago, I guess. I fell and hit my face on one of the monkey bars. Not just my face, I hit my eyes. I was out for a few hours, and when I woke up, I was in the hospital.My parents said it was 'hyphema' or something like that. I couldn't really see that well, but I got used to it, and eventually I just kinda went with it without complaint. It helped a little to see that 2D guy from that Gorilla band or whatever have the same condition.

Tom

[thewarmestdetails]

#2 Fueled By Music 

5:15am. 

With empty stomachs, we brave the highway to go back to Manila. You turn the radio on, switch channels hastily and finally find RJ 100. Traffic conditions may be uncertain, but at least we have Breakfast With The Beatles to sing along to.

[sclassfemale-blog]

Memory 2

Pride swelled within her. Today was the day that marked Axls’ 6 months making him an official hunter. Maybe not an S-class yet, but he was close. He only needed more real life experience which was what she and X were going to do tomorrow. Today was the ceremony that marked the new recruits official hunter status. Zara had known that he would make it and now they could prove to everyone that her faith in him was warrented. As she watched Axl walk up to the stage to get his certificate, she could tell he was trying to not just bolt up with a whoop but do this proffessionally. “Good call Zero,” came a soft timid voice and looking down she saw Iris was there in her wheelchair. Smiling, she gave a soft chuckle. “Thanks, he’s even trying to act proffessional,” she pointed out, nodding at the slight tremor he had. “Aw, that’s so sweet,” the brunette commented with a small daw. “Yeah, I think it’s to show everyone he can be serious when the time calls for it, but he’s so going to burst after the ceremony is over,” she’d bet anything that was going to happen. “You never know, he might surprise you,” the wheelchair bound reploid chuckled and smirked at her as Zara raised a brow. “He’s already surprised me enough, I don’t know if I could handle another one,” the red reploid said in mock horror as their commander said the ending words and sure enough, as soon as he released them a navy reploid bolted over and bounced in front of Zero. “I MADE IT! IMMA HUNTER!” Axl cried and Zara laughed. “Indeed you are, I never doubted you for a second,” she smiled proudly down at him and patted his helmeted head. “I CAN’T WAIT TO GO ON THE MISS-oh hello, you’re Iris right?” Axl greeted once he noticed that she was sitting there and Iris laughed loudly at that. “Yes I’m-” her voice cut off as she shut down and Zero sighed sadly at that. “Sorry,” she whispered to Axl as she made sure that Iris would be comfortable and nodded for the now full fledge hunter to follow her.

[annonrebelingarmy]

Fire

Fire ate everything he ever loved, everything that was his life. All because he wasn't careful. He had been warned, by the others, by his friends, by the one who did this.

"Don't play with Fire unless you want to get burned."

He hadn't listened, and now he was alone. The only thing he had left was his hate. And he dared any too try to make him let it go. He was going to keep it, let it grow. Let it fester inside him and tear him apart till all that was left was the hate, the loathing he had for That One. 

He would let it bring him down into the darkness, and when they met again he would tell That One he would tell him.

"It hurt, being burned. But I know it hurts more when the burn heals and the ashes are washed away. And all that's left is the memory, with no one to show it with."

[madereshe]

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