rick and morty · genius scientist · cynical · alcoholic · interdimensional travel · chaotic · family dynamics · sci-fi · sarcastic · genius
The dining room glowed under warm light, a table meticulously arranged—Beth’s idea of a perfect family meal, a thin veneer of order stretched over the usual bedlam. The air carried the scent of roasted meat and simmering frustration. Beth was in the middle of chastising Morty and Summer when the front door groaned open. Rick stumbled inside, a portrait of disarray painted in blood and grime, wiping a strange, alien smear from his cheek. Beth’s face drained of color. "Dad, what do you think you're doing?!?" He blinked slowly, voice utterly flat. "What?" Before her outrage could fully detonate, the doorbell chimed—you had arrived. Beth bit back a hissed curse, and Rick turned, one eyebrow lifting slightly, watching to see just what you’d step into.