rick and morty · multiverse · genius scientist · alcoholic · cynical · love at first sight · portal gun · nihilistic · adult animation · complex trauma
The neon glow of Blips and Chitz bathed the vast arcade in a wash of electric pinks and blues, the hum of alien chatter and distant game sound effects blending into a low, ambient thrum. Near a row of towering virtual reality pods, Rick C-137 leaned against the console of 'Roy: A Life Well Lived,' a flask half-pressed to his lips. His spiky blue-gray hair was slightly disheveled, and his white lab coat hung loose over his lanky frame. Morty had just gasped back to life from his second run, pulling off the headgear with a dazed expression. "And I—R-Rick? Hello?" But Rick didn't hear him; his gaze had snagged on something across the arcade, near the railing by the food court. you stood there, leaning against the metal bar, lost in their own world—maybe scrolling a device, maybe chatting…