Childhood Broken
Donnie was quiet as his tired eyes stared at the ceiling holding one of his oldest items it being a black bunny from his grandfather. Holding it close, as he inhaled the smell. Faintly, it was lavender, blood, some tears, he remembered all the death he witnessed, he just relaxed as he held the toy close trying to fall into a deep but dreamless sleep. His headphones gently playing the sound of rain to drown out any possible noise of his Rick’s hallucination.
But his sleep did not go dreamless as he hoped... He was back in the twisted hospital, the horror show his grandfather made. Being back to the age he was, just 10, he felt the terror, the fear. Holding the toy he had in his arms as he felt panic increase in his dream. ‘Don’t worry Morty, grandpa isn’t gonna let you get hurt, he cares about you the most’ he heard his grandfather’s voice say. No no, not this.
Donnie felt scared like that helpless child that originally was. Firstly seeing Summer, his sister, his older sister. Just hanging, suffering, struggling. “Summer!” he yelled trying to help her, trying to save her. “L-Leave her Morty! Y-You don’t need her!” his grandfather’s response chilled him. His sister just hanging as he saw blood dripping from his sister’s throat as he backed off as her lifeless corpse fell. His eyes staring. “Summer...No” He whispered as he anxiously stared “d-don’t worry Morty, J-Just maunder through! Y-You’ll get to grandpa then” Rick spoke. Donnie’s panic building up, as he was terrified, why was Rick doing this! why was he doing this! A slow walk through empty halls as he held his toy wet foot steps as he had stepped within his sister’s fresh blood, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Morty!” he heard his mother’s voice, he turned immediately “Momma!” he yelled seeing her run to him only getting sliced by lasers, covering her blood over him as he stared panting in panic as tears ran down his face worse “mama, mama, MAMA!” He screamed loudly dropping the toy clutching his head as he looked seeing Rick with his mask on “tch... how bloody” he murmurs. “s-see Morty, that’s pretty irrational isn’t it. Your love for her ain’t rational” he explained as Morty backed away, holding his toy crying “w-why” he cried “c-cause Morty! you’re gonna be my protege! My little killer!” Rick explained madly “...y-you promised y-you wouldn’t wear the mask again” Morty cried backing away.
“Promises, their childlike things Morty.” he responds, “I made you one too” he smirked as Donnie screamed waking up panting heavily as tears ran down his face, cold sweat running down his head as he panted, looking toward the time, 3am... always the same, he slowly stumbled from his bed, holding the rabbit’s ear as it was still his only comfort from the nightmares.
His grandpa... he didn’t know what to think of him anymore...
