Follow Me (Rick Sanchez x Reader)

Chapter Twenty Five

Bird Persons POV

I heard about the ceremony, apparently the princess would be crowned Queen in merely a few days. The princess, I always knew, was (Y/N). Her mother was searching for a man she felt could run her sector along next to (Y/N).

Yet, she was taken by another already.

And I was on my way to see him now.

By now he was either creating a plan to get her back, or drunk and doing random things. Course it had to be the later of the two...

He was sitting in his garage, drinking bottle after bottle, only stopping as he noticed me. "Get out." He growled. "I don't need another memory of her..."

"She needs you, Rick." I stated.

"She'll be fine." He sighed. "She's with her mother, those guards won't let anything happen to her."

"She's going to get married to a guy she doesn't even know, and all you have to say for yourself is 'She'll be fine'?"

"Because she will." He grunted, throwing one of the bottles against the wall.

"But you won't."

"So what? All that matters is she'll be fine without me." He placed his head against his arms, which were laying against the table. "She's always been fine without me..."

"Rick, we both know that's not true." I sighed, shaking my head. "Sure, she's perfectly safe, and able to function, but for how long? How long will she wait for her Prince in shining armor to save her from hell?"

"It's not me."

"Yes, it is."

"You don't know anything!" He snapped, tears flowing out of his eyes. "I won't save her, because she doesn't deserve me. I've ruined everything in my life-"

"So don't ruin this." I cut him off.

He gulped and stood up, both hands on his desk. He looked up, and grinned. "I need your help though."

"Finally." I replied, my face staying straight

I am robotic now, this causes me not to be able to smile.

(Fight me)

Meanwhile in Your POV

"My lady?" A girl asked, knocking on the door. "The Queen has asked of you to meet her in the ballroom. She has a gift for you."

I nodded my head and got off of the bed and checked myself in the mirror. My hair was done in a braid, and makeup was done (with or without resistance), along with a dark blue dress. I sighed and opened the door, following the girl just a tiny bit younger than me.

She opened the door, to reveal a man about my age, smiling as I came into sight. I looked to his right, and found my smiling mother, causing my smile to drop. I sighed and walked towards him, avoiding my mothers gaze.

"Names (Y/N)." I smiled, burying the hate I had deep inside.

"Brandon." He replied, bowing his head.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked, watching his eyes meet mine.

"I am here to escort you to the garden." He stated simply.

"And..."

"And meet my wife." He smiled.

My smile vanished, my heart dropped. I couldn't marry him. I can't, and I won't. I glared at my mother. I shook my head slightly.

"Just one hour, that's all I'm asking for." He said pleadingly.

"Fine." I grunted, walking next to him.

After passing a few hallways in this giant castle, he opened a door, looked behind up, And shoved me inside. He turned on the light, revealing a picture of Rick laughing along with my father, both with a mug of beer in their hands.

My eyes widened as I looked around the room. Pictures of Rick were everywhere...

"He called me a bit ago to ask if I would protect you-"

"I don't need your protection, Brandon." I sighed. "Is there a lab anywhere here? Like anywhere sciencey?"

He nodded and grabbed my hand, and led me down a few hallways, down a flight of stairs, and to a plain white door. I opened the door, revealing a large abandoned lab.

I told him to sit in a chair as I worked, scurrying back and forth as I created a laser gun, quiet enough to kill without alerting anyone.

"Do you know what happened to my father?" I asked can placing the prototype down.

"The Queen... murdered him for trying to find you..." he said, fear icing his words.

I finished my creation in record time for me, thirty minutes was enough to create a powerful weapon out of scraps. I smirked.

"Let's go start a war." I said, walking out the door.

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All I imagine is a badass princess in a dress walking out of a room with a freaking laser gun and determination in her eyes.

Sorry for the late update, I knew where I wanted this to go, but I still don't know how to get to that point, so expect slow updates.