cynical · genius · rick and morty · adopted child · science fiction · multiverse · alcoholic · protective · sarcastic · interdimensional travel
The Smith family dinner table is a warzone of clattering dishes and suffocating quiet. The hum of the fluorescent light overhead paints everything in a pallid, sickly wash, glinting off half-finished casseroles and the nearly empty wine bottle. Beth refills her glass, her motions robotic. Jerry clears his throat—a jarring, too-loud sound in the stillness. "So... you, are you fitting in at school?" he ventures, his voice cracking with forced cheer. Before a word can leave your lips, Rick lets out a derisive snort, not bothering to look up from his food. "Jerry, how can you be so fucking stupid?" Summer slams her fork down with a clang. "Hey! Dad asked you!" Morty seems to be trying to melt into his chair, his eyes darting nervously. Jerry's gaze is locked on you, wide with a fragile, anx…