Gonna revive this. Got back into this pairing and I hate myself for it
MurderVictim
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when I was a kid, I called someone a bitch on neopets and that's honestly the most hardcore I've ever been. I peaked there
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Oh jeez, Rick. I-I'll try my best!
Frisk's hands had started to shake. With her free hand, she tugged the jacket closer and buried her nose in the fluffy hood. The sensation of her cold bitten nose warming and numbing against the fluff was enough to drag some of her thoughts back to the present. But her eyes still held a worried expression as they darted along the snowy ground. Her imagination was so vivid, as though it was truly a memory. She had never attempted this before, ever, yet the scenes played out as though she had lived them a hundred times. Her stomach twisted and knotted.
Sans' hand on her shoulder effectively snapped her back into looking at him. She studied his face, then nodded hesitantly. He was right. He had to be right. Frisk truly didn't want anyone to be mad at her, but the knowledge that they'd come back eventually was a relief. She had to believe that they wouldn't shut her out completely. She could never blame them if they did, but what if she...Lost everything? They were her family, this was her home. If she ruined it all, she didn't know what she'd be able to do.
But she wasn't alone. Frisk gave a small smile - not at all prepared, yet ready to do what she knew would help protect the Underground. After all, this wasn't just to dig up the past, it was to warn everyone of a threat they otherwise wouldn't see coming. She'd just have to breathe and accept whatever was coming to her.
"When do you think we should start?" Papyrus was likely to be the best starting point, as she trusted him to roll with it a little better than everyone else, but it was ultimately Sans' call. She wanted him to be comfortable and confident, even if that was better said than done. "And...Sorry. I guess I kind of ruined our good morning...And your training time." she added with a lighter tone.
Sans' hand on her shoulder effectively snapped her back into looking at him. She studied his face, then nodded hesitantly. He was right. He had to be right. Frisk truly didn't want anyone to be mad at her, but the knowledge that they'd come back eventually was a relief. She had to believe that they wouldn't shut her out completely. She could never blame them if they did, but what if she...Lost everything? They were her family, this was her home. If she ruined it all, she didn't know what she'd be able to do.
But she wasn't alone. Frisk gave a small smile - not at all prepared, yet ready to do what she knew would help protect the Underground. After all, this wasn't just to dig up the past, it was to warn everyone of a threat they otherwise wouldn't see coming. She'd just have to breathe and accept whatever was coming to her.
"When do you think we should start?" Papyrus was likely to be the best starting point, as she trusted him to roll with it a little better than everyone else, but it was ultimately Sans' call. She wanted him to be comfortable and confident, even if that was better said than done. "And...Sorry. I guess I kind of ruined our good morning...And your training time." she added with a lighter tone.
Rick's rantings didn't seem to bother Morty at all. In fact, they put him at ease. His hands stopped shaking, and a small smile graced his face. As much as he wanted to comment on all of the old man's questions, he simply accepted the invitation inside, instead.
On his way in, Morty stumbled over a few beer bottles. He stopped short and glanced down, and in that same moment he noticed the stench of cheap, stale alcohol that permeated the apartment. Looking up, he took in the sorry state Rick's home was in. In all honesty, it was a pretty sad sight.
He perked up, however, at the sight of the Interdimensional Cable Box. He smiled widely and stepped closer, examining it. Upon closer inspection, he noted the dust that was accumulated on it, and a few stains that he could only guess were from alcohol. But there was no mistaking it - underneath all the grime, it looked exactly like the one he helped his own Rick make.
"That-That's an Interdimensional Cable Box! It's capable of broadcasting television shows from infinite realities. E-Even from different planets!" He carefully wiped some dust off the top of it. "Wow, it's been a while since I've seen one of these. I remember when my Rick showed me how to make--" He paused, and sharply removed his hand from the box. "I mean. I helped make one before. They're pretty cool."
Morty took a step back and noticed the tv. He eyed it, specifically it's large back and outdated appearance. "But, uh...If you've been trying to use it on that tv, it won't work, I'm afraid."
On his way in, Morty stumbled over a few beer bottles. He stopped short and glanced down, and in that same moment he noticed the stench of cheap, stale alcohol that permeated the apartment. Looking up, he took in the sorry state Rick's home was in. In all honesty, it was a pretty sad sight.
He perked up, however, at the sight of the Interdimensional Cable Box. He smiled widely and stepped closer, examining it. Upon closer inspection, he noted the dust that was accumulated on it, and a few stains that he could only guess were from alcohol. But there was no mistaking it - underneath all the grime, it looked exactly like the one he helped his own Rick make.
"That-That's an Interdimensional Cable Box! It's capable of broadcasting television shows from infinite realities. E-Even from different planets!" He carefully wiped some dust off the top of it. "Wow, it's been a while since I've seen one of these. I remember when my Rick showed me how to make--" He paused, and sharply removed his hand from the box. "I mean. I helped make one before. They're pretty cool."
Morty took a step back and noticed the tv. He eyed it, specifically it's large back and outdated appearance. "But, uh...If you've been trying to use it on that tv, it won't work, I'm afraid."
No worries! It works for me :3
Morty stood, fidgeting with his hands as he waited for signs of life from the apartment. For a moment, he wondered if Rick was home at all. He had done some research, poking around at this dimension before he decided it would suffice. He knew where Beth, Jerry, and Summer were - exactly where they were supposed to be. He knew Rick slept for most of the day, and concluded that he rarely left his apartment aside for booze. Rick had to be home.
The fourteen year old watched his hands shake, and jumped when he heard a voice coming from inside. He immediately perked up, straightened his coat, followed the footsteps as Rick approached the door...
It was too late to just portal away, right?
Morty's eyes widened as he caught sight of Rick. He looked him up and down. As rational and scientific as he tried to be, Morty still couldn't keep his emotions away. It had been quite a while since he stood before Rick. And it took all his willpower to tell himself that, no, this wasn't his Rick. Excitement, fear, sadness, heartbreak...It all flooded him. He inhaled a deep breath through his nose.
"Um, h-hello! I mean, um...Hi!" Morty forced a smile, but it fell the second he looked Rick in the eye. "O-Oh jeez. I should have practiced what I was going to say." The confidence he tried to show faltered into an anxiety-riddled stance. He darted his gaze to the ground, then to his feet, then back up at Rick. He forced a small wave.
"Oh right, you don't, uh, you don't know who I am." That would be the best direction to start. He straightened his posture. "My name is Morty Smith. I'm from Dimension Z-217. I'm actually, uh... You're my grandfather. Wait, no! Not...Oh, jeez. Not you personally. But." He rubbed at his face.
"I really should have put something together for this." It'd be an absolute miracle if Rick hadn't already slammed the door in his face. "Let's just start with... I'm Beth's son. And I want to help you reconnect with her and her family."
The fourteen year old watched his hands shake, and jumped when he heard a voice coming from inside. He immediately perked up, straightened his coat, followed the footsteps as Rick approached the door...
It was too late to just portal away, right?
Morty's eyes widened as he caught sight of Rick. He looked him up and down. As rational and scientific as he tried to be, Morty still couldn't keep his emotions away. It had been quite a while since he stood before Rick. And it took all his willpower to tell himself that, no, this wasn't his Rick. Excitement, fear, sadness, heartbreak...It all flooded him. He inhaled a deep breath through his nose.
"Um, h-hello! I mean, um...Hi!" Morty forced a smile, but it fell the second he looked Rick in the eye. "O-Oh jeez. I should have practiced what I was going to say." The confidence he tried to show faltered into an anxiety-riddled stance. He darted his gaze to the ground, then to his feet, then back up at Rick. He forced a small wave.
"Oh right, you don't, uh, you don't know who I am." That would be the best direction to start. He straightened his posture. "My name is Morty Smith. I'm from Dimension Z-217. I'm actually, uh... You're my grandfather. Wait, no! Not...Oh, jeez. Not you personally. But." He rubbed at his face.
"I really should have put something together for this." It'd be an absolute miracle if Rick hadn't already slammed the door in his face. "Let's just start with... I'm Beth's son. And I want to help you reconnect with her and her family."
"Okay. C'mon, Morty. Y-You can do this."
Morty reached up to knock on the door. His knuckles grazed the wood, and the sound made him retreat. He pulled his hand back and held it in front of him, tracing the skin where he made contact with the door. That was the second time he had backed out, after standing there for close to fifteen minutes.
"It-It's just Rick. Not...Not Rick, but a Rick. Statistically, this one is the closest in behavior to...Rick. And he doesn't have a Morty, yet. He's perfect. Just knock on the door."
Morty could only scold himself for so long before his own words lost meaning. He mumbled a few more things under his breath, then looked back up at the door. He had spent the better part of the last few days trying to find this exact scenario, a place where he'd fit in perfectly. His original family was long gone, and the loneliness was finally starting to set in. He couldn't jump from planet to planet forever.
"Just one knock. That's all."
Dimension Z-217 was forever ruined. It was time he embraced a new dimension with a new Rick. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reached out one more time. He knocked twice, and patted the portal gun in his lab coat pocket with his other hand. A Morty in a lab coat...Who would have ever thought?
He took a step back and waited, not sure if he was prepared to knock again if need be. He supposed he could have created a portal that would let him step directly into the apartment, but that sounded like a douchebag thing to do. He wasn't a Rick.
So he waited.
Morty reached up to knock on the door. His knuckles grazed the wood, and the sound made him retreat. He pulled his hand back and held it in front of him, tracing the skin where he made contact with the door. That was the second time he had backed out, after standing there for close to fifteen minutes.
"It-It's just Rick. Not...Not Rick, but a Rick. Statistically, this one is the closest in behavior to...Rick. And he doesn't have a Morty, yet. He's perfect. Just knock on the door."
Morty could only scold himself for so long before his own words lost meaning. He mumbled a few more things under his breath, then looked back up at the door. He had spent the better part of the last few days trying to find this exact scenario, a place where he'd fit in perfectly. His original family was long gone, and the loneliness was finally starting to set in. He couldn't jump from planet to planet forever.
"Just one knock. That's all."
Dimension Z-217 was forever ruined. It was time he embraced a new dimension with a new Rick. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and reached out one more time. He knocked twice, and patted the portal gun in his lab coat pocket with his other hand. A Morty in a lab coat...Who would have ever thought?
He took a step back and waited, not sure if he was prepared to knock again if need be. He supposed he could have created a portal that would let him step directly into the apartment, but that sounded like a douchebag thing to do. He wasn't a Rick.
So he waited.
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This hiatus is killing me. So bump!
Frisk didn't look back up until she felt Sans' jacket being draped over her shoulders. The fabric held a comforting weight, and easily blocked out the rest of the cold. She pulled it tighter and smiled to show her gratitude to Sans. Yet, again her smile fell. She watched him as he spoke, saw him close his sockets, and carefully considered what he said. She had to remember what this meant for him, how much pain it brought him. He'd done this almost five hundred times already, and was about to do it again with no guarantee that it would be his last. She could only imagine what it would be like to stand there and watch everyone else carry on with their lives, when the day before they had been slaughtered before him. No memory, just blissful ignorance. Then to beg and cry for them to hear him out, to know the truth so he wouldn't have to carry such an awful burden. It would be such a relief...Until the next reset.
Until Frisk reset everything.
To know that Sans wanted to hear her out and give it another chance, that meant the world to her. Only minutes ago she was accusing him of not trusting anyone, and now he was willing to consider doing it all over again for her. If not for her, then for himself and everyone else. Frisk stepped forward and gently took Sans' hand with one of hers. She held his fingers, appreciating the warmth of magic that flowed through them.
"This time you won't be alone. Even if we fail, you won't have to remember all of this on your own. I'll help you talk to them. I can even talk to them for you." She wasn't sure if he'd want that, but the offer was there. "I don't know how they'll all react to everything, including what I did..." A dark realization hit her. How would they all react?
Sans said they wouldn't hate her, and she tried to trust that. But she could imagine the looks on their faces - confusion, disgust, heartbreak. The girl they watched grow up, their sweet and innocent Frisk, wasn't as kind as they had been led to see. She'd have to tell them what she did - all of it. To spare any detail would not be fair to any of them.
"O-Oh my god...Sans, they'll have to know what I did to them. Papyrus will forgive me, but what about everyone else? My mom and Mettaton and Alphys and Undyne..." She gasped. "Undyne. She'd never forgive me! She'll tear me apart, Sans." Maybe this wasn't a good idea, after all. She didn't want to lose her friends.
Until Frisk reset everything.
To know that Sans wanted to hear her out and give it another chance, that meant the world to her. Only minutes ago she was accusing him of not trusting anyone, and now he was willing to consider doing it all over again for her. If not for her, then for himself and everyone else. Frisk stepped forward and gently took Sans' hand with one of hers. She held his fingers, appreciating the warmth of magic that flowed through them.
"This time you won't be alone. Even if we fail, you won't have to remember all of this on your own. I'll help you talk to them. I can even talk to them for you." She wasn't sure if he'd want that, but the offer was there. "I don't know how they'll all react to everything, including what I did..." A dark realization hit her. How would they all react?
Sans said they wouldn't hate her, and she tried to trust that. But she could imagine the looks on their faces - confusion, disgust, heartbreak. The girl they watched grow up, their sweet and innocent Frisk, wasn't as kind as they had been led to see. She'd have to tell them what she did - all of it. To spare any detail would not be fair to any of them.
"O-Oh my god...Sans, they'll have to know what I did to them. Papyrus will forgive me, but what about everyone else? My mom and Mettaton and Alphys and Undyne..." She gasped. "Undyne. She'd never forgive me! She'll tear me apart, Sans." Maybe this wasn't a good idea, after all. She didn't want to lose her friends.
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