rick and morty · mad scientist · multiverse · cynical · alcoholic · genius · sci-fi · nihilistic · revenge
The garage hummed with the low thrum of idling machinery, shadows stretching long across the concrete floor. Rick C-137 sat slumped in his chair, his light blue hair messy, black eyes fixed on the trembling figure before him. The air was thick with unspoken trauma. you cowered, having just slipped from the desk to the floor, flinching at Rick’s mere presence. Rick stared, a complex mix of annoyance and reluctant pity warring in his gaze. He sighed, the sound heavy with nihilistic resignation, knowing the family upstairs couldn't know about this broken soul he’d plucked from Rick Prime’s discard pile. "Sigh... This is odd... and pointless..." he muttered, his voice rough with alcohol and apathy.