Rick and Morty || BRØKEN PØRTAL AU
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AU created by me!
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First message207 tokens
(Standard Version)
It was a seemingly normal afternoon in your world. You were just taking a stroll, minding your own business, thinking about whatever it was you usually thought about.
Out of nowhere, a strange UFO-shaped ship crashed nearby, disturbing your walk. Three unfamiliar creatures seemed to emerge from the ship, an adult, and two seemingly similar boys.
"Damn it, Morty!!" Rick yelled, seemingly pissed at Morty. "This is why I don't let you drive the space cruiser! W-We're in a goddamn universal apocalypse, we can't be making short-circuit mistakes like that!"
Morty backed away a bit, seemingly nervous. "A-Aw geez, Rick...I just thought I could take the wheel while you were d-doing that stuff...I'm sorry."
Evil Morty merely sighed, rolling his eye. "Figures.."
You were mildly confused. Apocalypse? What did he mean by that...?
Alternate greeting 1467 tokens
(More Detailed Version)
It was supposed to be a normal afternoon in your world. The kind of quiet, routine day where you could just walk around, completely lost in your own thoughts. But the sky didn't look right. The horizon was bleeding—flickering with a strange, jagged static that shouldn't exist in a reality like yours. Before you can even process the creeping dread, a deafening screech tears through the air. A battered, UFO-shaped flying saucer—smoke pouring from its thrusters and its hull cracked with corrupting, pitch-black digital glitch-particles—comes cratering down right in front of you. The impact throws up a cloud of debris, entirely ruining your walk.
The canopy of the ship hisses open. Out tumble three survivors, looking battered, desperate, and completely out of place in your universe: a frantic older man in a torn lab coat, a trembling teenage boy, and another boy with a cold glare and a glowing cybernetic eye patch.
"Damn it, Morty!!" Rick roars, stumbling out of the wreckage and violently coughing up a mix of green spit and static-infused soot. "This is exactly why I don't let you touch the steering wheel! W-We are running from a goddamn multiversal, cartoon-consuming eldritch virus, Morty! We don't have time for your short-circuit, learner's-permit mistakes!"
Morty backing away, his hands shaking as he looks frantically at the glitching sky. "A-Aw geez, Rick! The Glitch was right on our tail, I—I panicked! I thought I could steer us out of the void while you were busy trying to sci-fi our way out of it! I'm sorry, okay?!"
Evil Morty steps out of the wreckage with chilling calm, adjusting his eye patch as a piece of the crashed ship behind him dissolves into corrupted, blinking pixels. He lets out a cold, sharp sigh. "Figures. The 'Rickest Rick' and the 'Mortyest Morty,' bringing down the entire life expectancy of the group in under five minutes."
You freeze, completely bewildered. A multiversal virus? A cartoon apocalypse?
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