Last night, from what you could remember, you were incredibly loopy. You had thrown Summer and Morty off significantly, both assuming you'd gotten drunk until Rick explained that you had dragged him into taking you to the dentist.

       Morty had apologized profusely until you explained that 'it's all good', leaning on him on the couch as you watched tv. You had eventually fallen asleep, still leaning against him, and he awkwardly sat, watching the television and softly playing with your hair.

       The next morning when you woke up, Morty was awake and watching tv. You noticed you were asleep in his lap, his hand awkwardly placed on the back of the couch above you.

        You sat up slowly, "How often does that happen in this house?" You raised a brow, stretching and yawning. When you yawned, you felt something pinch in your mouth, suddenly remembering you had gotten dental work done last night. "Ow, damn!" You rubbed your jaw, "Didn't know a crown hurt so damn bad! It's hard being a queen..." You stood from the couch, "Is it cool if I steal some ice?" You pointed to the kitchen and Morty nodded. "Tanks, fren." You wandered off, grabbing an ice cube, wrapped it in a paper towel, and held it to your face.

       The clock on the microwave read 2PM. "Morty, what's today?" You'd always been scatterbrained when it came to days and dates. "U-Um, S-S-Saturday."

       "Alright. Where the hell is-" You were cut off, wondering where everybody else was, when a knock on the door caught your attention. "I got it, don't worry." You called out, stopping Morty from standing as you made your way to the door.

       Standing in front of you as soon as you opened the door was Rick. But it wasn't your Rick. And it wasn't the one you'd seen the other day. This one looked... mean. He had a scar on his face, a black shirt, and dark bags below his eyes. Wait... "Who da fuq are you, dude?" You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, giving a sassy look.

       Morty stepped out from behind him, but not the Morty you know. This one had an eye patch and a dead-serious expression. Could realllly use some glitter right 'bout now.

       "Where is Rick Sanchez, 137, and his Morty?" His tone was serious, no amusement, no emotion, just blank. He meant business. "Yea, sorry. I don't know you, you look pretty mean, you're not welcome at my tea party. I'm the princess, thanks." He gave you a confused yet unamused glance. "Tell me where they are, and you won't be harmed. Otherwise, sir, we will hurt you." You know who the fuck I am, you little bastard.

       "Nice macho speech, little man. Real cliche." You shut the door in their faces. "Morty, we got issues, you and me, dude. Your friends are here. Real mean looking? Yea." You jabbed your thumb in the direction of the door.

       Morty stood and moved towards you, "Wh-" There was a series of loud bangs on the door, the door creaking before giving way. The Rick stepped back, having apparently broken the door down with his body. "Nice. Not polite. Real cute, though. You use your boy toy like this often?" You asked snarkily. Morty's eyes widened, your Morty, and he glanced up at you, motioning for you to shut up.

       "Jesus, Morty, live a little." You reached into your lab coat, watching the other Morty shift and the Rick move towards you. "Okay, hun, back the fuck up." You glared at the advancing figure.

       "Rick, stop. You," the other Morty moved towards you, undeterred as you fervently dug in your pocket, "are intriguing. Do you work for C-137?"

       Raising a brow, you exhaled in frustration, "Yea, bish, I do." Your fingers grazed over a sharp metal object, "Ayyy!" You pulled it out, holding it close to you, yet up for them to see.

       "Yea, alright, now we're fucking chatting. Alright, get the frick frack snick snack diddly dack knick knack paddy wack tic tac snack pack outta this here beautiful house, fix the door by the way, or I'll just kill us all. Honestly, win win." In your hands, you held a small, yet powerful, bomb. It fit right into the palm of your hand.

        "There is no way you would be willing to sacrifice yourself. You bluff." The Morty stepped towards you, almost in arms reach. "Whoopsie." You hit the button on the side, "Bomb Activated."

       The small electronic voice sounded throughout the house as you grinned. It started counting down from thirty. "(Y-Y-Y/N)! Wh-What are y-you doing?!" Your Morty screamed from behind you.

       "Hey, I told them." You stared the two down, your grin never faltering.

       You watched as the asses stood, almost cockily, like they figured you would deactivate the damn thing. "Yea, sweethearts, I'm not turning it off."

       "5... 4... 3..." You watched as their eyes widened in horror and they began to back away. They jumped out through a portal.

       "2..." You threw the dumb thing behind the couch, nonchalantly tossing it over your shoulder and watching it fly to the living room.

       "Morty, eugh wh-"