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Chapter 4 by Storm Chyld Storm Chyld

What does Morty do now?

Find Jessica.

Morty ran into the house, and found Jessica standing in the living room. Two recliners sat in front of a TV, but they were both empty. On one, sat a half finished knitted scarf. In front of the other was a broken cup with a dark stain from it's contents on the rug.

Morty walked up to her nervously. “Maybe they're upstairs?”

“Father always has a cup of coffee before bed.” She pointed to the broken mug.

“Look, Jessica...” He stammered, as she suddenly fainted

In one of the only agile moments of his life, Morty gracefully caught the busty redhead, and swooped her up into his arms. Filled with shock, pain, and guilt, he plodded up to her room, and put her in her bed. Taking her shoes off, and covering her with her blanket, he sighed and wandered back downstairs. Crawling into one of the recliners, Morty curled into a ball, and cried himself to sleep.

“Morty!” Rick called out, waking the young man from his slumber. “What are we doing here?” He asked confused.

“Wh, what do you mean Rick?” Morty asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

“Whose house is this?” Rick continued on, as if he hadn't heard him speak.

“Je, Jessica's. Don't you remember, last night?” Morty asked confused.

“Not really, must of hit the hooch a little hard.” He shrugged.

“Rick!” Morty cried out getting angry. “You dropped a bomb, you, you wiped out the human race!”

“I did?” Rick frowned. “I thought that was a weird dream.”

“It wasn't a dream, you killed my parents, my sister, and Jessica's family, and everyone!” Morty growled getting to his feet.

“Hey, don't put this all on me, you little creep. You didn't try to stop me, in fact, you wanted me to do it, so you could have that girl of yours.” Rick growled.

Morty slumped. “You're right Rick.”

Before either could say another word, Jessica, came down the steps, bare foot, and sat at the kitchen table staring at the fridge, in a near catatonic state. Rick sighed seeing the traumatized girl. “Look Morty, this, isn't as bad as it looks, I can fix this. Just, give me an hour alright?”

Does Morty Agree?

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