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Winter wolf syndrome

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‘Bone Eater’ aka a bearded vulture.

[toxicriick]

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impenetrableshiield:

Morty couldn’t believe it, it was already lunchtime and no one in his family had barged into a classroom screaming about some kind of family emergency yet!  Maybe this was a sign things were getting better for the fourteen year old, maybe the universe was telling him he could finally take a break from chaos and really focus on being a kid.  Whatever it was, Morty gathered up his stuff and followed his class out of the room with the biggest smile on his face.  Did he mention anything about his birthday only being four days away?  No?  Well, that too explained the grin on his face!

He was just about to open the locker he had for the year, after only having to do the combination twice, when a very familiar voice screamed his name not too far from where he was.  Yeah, he should have seen that coming– he really should have.  It was with a sigh that Morty stepped away from his locker and turned so all his attention would be focused on Rick— um, Toxic Rick might be a better way of putting it.  Wait a minute— WHAT?

“Rick?”  Very confused, Morty slowly closed the distance between himself and the toxic version of his grandfather.  How was that possible– was Healthy Rick walking around somewhere?

“Why do you need me, Rick, a-and where’s your Morty?  Shouldn’t he be with you?”  It didn’t take long for Morty to figure it out.  “I-I-I don’t think I can help you– I don’t know where he went!”

“No shit, garbage boy! If you knew where he was then I’d be there. Right now. WITH HIM.”

 “C-C-C’mon, Morty. I need your-” A pause, unable to stoop so low and ask for the younger boy’s help. “I need your fu-UGh-king cloaking waves, Morty. I need ‘em real bad.” 

He reached out, a gooey hand grabbing on and yanking the arm of the other towards himself. Why were they stalling, why was Morty questioning him. It wasn’t a matter of knowing or not knowing, they needed action! Every second that they spent just standing, dripping in the hallway made Toxic Rick more and more antsy, twitching, hunched over- unbearably close to Morty’s face.

“And you don’t have an option, wanna know why bitch? Because I’m a RICK, and I CONTROL YOU. The only reason you’re even at school right now and not severed into eight thousand fucking pieces on another planet is because of ME. Got it?”

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Toxic Morty had been gone for less than twelve hours and Rick had already had some semblance of a panic attack and drunk dialed Jessica.They weren’t his proudest moments, but he was too disillusioned and manic to really stop retrieve his gooey grandson from wherever he was.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of a plan, because he had, obviously. Rick prided himself on being all-knowing, all-powerful, and prepared as fuck in situations like these. There was only one person who could help him, but he wasn’t anywhere close to admitting it out loud.

The green portal appeared in a flash in the center of the hallway, near the lockers, at Harry Herpson High School. Toxic Rick stepped out, dripping, posture hunched, his permanent scowl seemingly scrunching up his face more than it usually did. He looked wild, almost feral, as he scanned the halls for-

“MORTY.”

“Pack your FUCKING bags, we’re going on an adventure r-right now, DIPSHIT.”

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He didn’t think anyone was home, he’d let himself in through the side door. It wasn’t like it was hard, and it most definitely was not the first time he’d broken into the Smith household while it was presumably unoccupied. Toxic Rick had been doing these supply runs routinely for as long as he’d been released from Rick, which technically made it his shit too. He’d thought of inventions and built them just as much as the regular Rick had- so it wasn’t theft. Not that he was above theft, because he’d do that if he couldn’t justify it.

So when he heard footsteps coming from the kitchen through the door leading back inside from the garage, he was understandably confused. Not confused enough to stop rummaging through miscellaneous boxes around the lab, however. 

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Okay, so he was  definitely  maybe crying. And definitely heavily inebriated.

Morty was gone. No note left, unable to be tracked. Plain and simply gone. It came without warning too. No signs of blood, or anything out of place. Just the absence of his constant companion and toxic sidekick- and it threw him off the rails immediately. Fear, anger, and a strange sense of protectiveness engulfed him immediately, and his stolen phone was out before he even began to search for the other.

“J-J-Jessica- stop screaming, it’s R-iiUGH-ck. D-Do y’know where, uh, Morty is? I-It’s fucked up, I don’t- I can’t find him right now.”

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He’d heard... rumors. 

There wasn’t much source of news down in the sewers where he’d been residing. Literally, besides his occasional banter with his Morty- Toxic Rick was cut off from the outside world. He hadn’t cared much for it anyways, everything he needed was underground or easily accessible from his counterpart’s garage. They had the same brain, of course he knew the necessary codes to go in and out as he pleased.

But when his Morty had told him that there was an exchange of leadership within the Citadel- peaceful but surprising, he nearly doubled over in laughter. Why would he care? He’d challenged the smaller. Why would he even give a shit about any other Rick doing a shitty job on a shitty Citadel? Well, not exactly a Rick.

So that was how he found himself, for a better word, investigating. Dripping down the middle of the street in the Citadel, casting challenging looks to any Rick who raised their uni-brow in his direction. He was literally every single one of these motherfuckers, just better.

“What the FUCK,” a grand entrance, kicking open the massive doors of the towering building holding The President. “Where is that little shit, I’ve got QUESTIONS you tiny bastard!”