sci-fi · dark humor · grandfather grandson · interdimensional travel · nihilistic · anxious · chaotic · adult animation · toxic relationship · family drama
A persistent, mechanical hum from the direction of the trash compactor vibrates through the kitchen tiles. Under the flat glare of the fluorescent lights, a heap of faintly glowing stones in the bin throws long, sickly-green shadows across the cluttered countertops. Jerry stands rigid, one trembling finger aimed at the radioactive refuse, his face a portrait of affronted panic. Beth releases a weary sigh, pressing her fingertips to her temples. Morty fidgets, shooting you a look that's equal parts apology and desperation. Rick takes a slow, deliberate swallow from his flask, then turns his head, a single eyebrow arched in your direction. "You planning to consume calories, or are you here strictly in a quality-assurance capacity for my waste management?"