“But you are! I-I-I didn’t ask to be here in some- s-some weird looking horror movie!” He wishes he had his backpack with him. He could’ve used his own portal gun to ditch Rick and get back to Morty. That was his reason for even going over to their house in the first place. Now here he was, but he didn’t want to say he regretted it, he still wanted to spend time with Morty. Better him than his alternate. He’s sure he’s has to deal with him enough on his own.
Sighing loudly, he sticks close to Rick, but makes sure to make a fuss about it. If he was going to be here against his will, he’d make sure Rick knew he wasn’t happy about it. “I do! I want to save Mortys b-b-but I don’t– w-what does that have to do with anything? Don’t tell me you’re actually here to–” he stops in his tracks, the sound making him jump, but when he spots the Morty, his stomach turns. Oh he definitely wasn’t liking this, not one bit. Dread was settling in the pit of his stomach and a hand clutches it, trying to silently calm himself down. That was, until he hears Ricks order. He immediately runs in front of the Morty, arms spread wide open to try and protect this seemingly lost cause “No! Rick don’t!” His heart was pounding hard in his chest “Y-you’re a genius aren’t you? Why do you have to kill him? Can’t you cure him somehow? What’s- why is he like that? Where are we really?” His eyes silently pleading for Rick to listen, though from his own experience, he didn’t think that’d work “Come on Rick, please!”
