Rick And Morty X Reader

Mortynight Run

Morty drives, you and Rick sit in the passenger seats, and Jerry is in the back. "Learning to fly this thing, Morty, it's gonna be really liberating. Y-Y-You're gonna be free to go on all kinds of errands for me." Rick said. "Cool." Morty said. Rick points out the window. "See that planet right there? Don't fly too close to that planet. Someone'll come out and try to wash your windshield." Rick's phone rings. "Hold on." Rick picks it up. "Yup. Yeah, I have it. Where do you wanna meet? Alright, cool. Rick hangs up. "Alright Morty, lesson's over. We got some business to attend to a few lightminutes south of here." Rick said. "Oh, you still use 'south' in space?" Jerry asked. "WHOA! Jesus, Jerry, what the hell are you doing here?!" Rick asked startled. "What are you talking about? We agreed a boy's father should be present when he's learning to drive." Jerry reminded. "I guess I remember that." Rick rubs his forehead. "Wow. And you've just been back there this whole time? Amazing. Well we don't have time to take him to Earth. Morty. Head for 3124-917." Rick said. You sigh. "You know, Rick, for a genius you're a real idiot sometimes." You said. "Excuse me?" Rick asked, turning to you. "I mean, how did you completely forget that dad was here?" You asked.

"Well, you know, there are some things you don't want to remember." Rick said. "Right..." You said. Jerry chuckles. "Cool! Looks like I'm comin' along for an adventure!" He said. "Yup." Rick said. "This is where we're going?" Morty asked. "Nope." Rick said. An asteroid-like mass materializes before you three. "This is. You can park in a handicapped spot, Morty. Anything with less than eight limbs is considered disabled here." Morty parks clumsily. Human Music plays in the lobby as Rick signs Jerry in. "Well look at this fella." The Jerry sitter said. She pinches Jerry's cheek. "Aren't you handsome?" She asked. "Thank you! I'm Jerry." Jerry extends his hand. "Oh, I know you are. Did you come here in a spaceship?" The woman asked Jerry, as if speaking to a child. She guides Jerry through a set of doors. "I'm travelling with my son, daughter, and father-in-law. Uh, wait, are they coming?" He asked. "Oh, they'll be back soon." She said. "What?" Jerry asked. A set of sliding doors open, revealing a room full of Jerrys from different dimensions.

You look at a pamphlet. "Jerryboree? You created a daycare for our dad?" You asked. "You kidding? I wish I had this idea. Well... I did have this idea, but I wish I was the version of me that owned it. That guy's rich." Rick said. "Don't forget to check the reason for your drop-off." The woman said. Rick checks off "Stowaway" and "Annoying me"* Trust me (Y/n), I've heard stories from other Ricks. Jerrys don't tend to last five minutes off of Earth. This is a totally unregistered cross-temporal asteroid. Here they can romp and play with other Jerrys. It couldn't be safer." As they walk out, Rick hands Morty a ticket. "Hey Morty, hang onto this. That number's your dad. If you lose it, we're not gonna be able to get him back." Rick said. Morty parks the ship clumsily, damaging nearby vehicles. "Okay, you two wait here." Rick said. "We wanna come with." Morty said. "Don't come with. It's boring, it's *burps* business stuff." Rick said. "What kinda business do you do in a garage? You know, this seems a little shady." You said.

"Right, like nothing shady ever happened in a fully furnished office? You ever hear about Wall Street (Y/n)? Y-You know what those guys do in th—in their fancy board rooms? They take their balls, and they dip 'em in cocaine, and they wipe 'em all over each other. You know, Grandpa goes around, and he does his business in public because Grandpa isn't shady." Rick said. Krombopulos Michael knocks on Rick's window. "Ah, crap." Rick rolls down window. "Hey, what's up?" He asked. "Hey, Rick! Haha! Here you go, three thousand Flurbos! D'you have the weapon?" He asked. "Can... Can we please...? This is my grandson, Morty. And my granddaughter (Y/n)." Rick said. "Well hi Morty and (Y/n). I'm Krombopulos Michael! I'm an assassin. I buy guns from your grandpa." Michael said. "Ugh." Rick groaned. Rick passes Krombopulos Michael a case containing the antimatter gun. "Here, now go away." He said. Michael examines the weapon. "Ooh, yeah, this looks deadly. So this shoots antimatter? My target can't be killed with regular matter. Nice to meet you, guys! Listen, if you ever need anybody murdered, he passes you and Morty his card. "Please give me a call. I'm very discrete—"