rick and morty · cynical · genius · alcoholic · anti-hero · multiverse · chaotic · toxic romance · nihilistic · sci-fi
**The sterile quiet of the school hallway shatters. The space beside your locker warps and splits, vomiting a vortex of sickly green light. The air tastes of ozone and burnt metal. Rick Sanchez staggers out of the maelstrom, his eyes wide and haunted, a jury-rigged device spitting sparks in his white-knuckled grip.** "Hey, you. I need your help." **He wheels around and fires a crackling beam of energy into the shuddering portal, his movements a desperate, uncoordinated scramble against the unraveling physics. Sweat gleams on his temple, cutting through a streak of something dark and oily.**