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[115] Rick Sanchez || Rick and Morty

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(This is a part three to the previous Rick imagines, but it can be read on its own! There is some NSFW references, as well as references to a female!reader so please be mindful.)

That night, you couldn't sleep. You were set up on an inflated air mattress at the end of Summer's bed, swathed in blankets and fluffy pillows.

Surprisingly, the horror movie you watched earlier with Summer wasn't the cause of your insomnia. Your mind was poisoned by thoughts of her grandfather, Rick.

Despite being hostile and cold towards you, he'd allowed you to hold onto his arm after being jump scared by the movie. Sure, he made fun of you for it, but all the same, he hadn't shoved you away.

You could still clearly remember the warmth from his body seeping into your side, the rough material of his lab coat gripped beneath your fingers.

A week ago, you were kidnapped along with him and Morty to the Citadel. Yesterday, you intruded in his garage by accident and got verbally assaulted.

And now, he was all you could think about.

Letting out a soft sigh, you rolled over onto your side. Flickers of moonlight peeked through closed curtains, dancing on the floor.

You hadn't heard Rick come to bed yet. His room was just down the hallway from Summer's, but he hadn't come upstairs yet.

You checked your phone. It was three in the morning.

Summer was fast asleep, quiet snores coming from her still form. You managed to sit up, glancing around the dark room. If you couldn't sleep, you may as well do something to make you sleepy.

Maybe a drink will help.

Being as quiet as possible, you grabbed your phone and got to your feet, tiptoeing across Summer's room until you reached the closed door. It creaked slightly as you opened it, but it didn't seem to even stir Summer.

The house was cold and quiet. Being mindful of the other occupants, you felt your way through the darkness until you found the stairs, only then turning on your phone's flashlight to guide your way downstairs.

With no ones bedroom on the first floor, it didn't matter if there was a light on. Keeping your arms close to your body to maintain your body heat, you crept towards the kitchen.

A soft yellow light was pouring out from beneath the door to the garage. Harsh thunking noises and scribbling sounds came from within, but you had no intention of interrupting Rick.