The day started out... Somewhat normal. You tagged along with Rick and Morty, on a sort of stereotypical hero's quest. Going on an adventure to save a poor village. Well that ended kind of... badly, killing a giant, going to court. All that stuff, y'know? Of course, just normal day activities.

Now you guys were seated in a tavern, Rick was doing... Well, Rick things. Gambling. I mean, if he won, he could help save a poor village. Possibly. Morty had mentioned he needed to use the restroom, so he did. You two were waiting for him, with Rick still trying to win a game of gambling. A few moments passed, normal enough. A few more moments passed, this time with a few screams, okay now... Not so normal. Then soon followed after the screams, something breaking. Definitely not normal. That followed by Morty running back to you two from the men's restroom.

"Let's just go home, o-okay..? I'm calling it. The adventure's over." Morty nervously looked between the two of you. His voice was hoarse, like he'd been yelling... He was slightly sweating. Messy hair, indications of fighting, messed up shirt. And he was frantic too, wanting to go home.

"We can't leave now Morty. I'm on fireee-!" Rick hiccuped, brushing Morty off. He looked back at the table, trying to counting gambling.

"Look, I- I wanna leave now- You won the bet, okay? Just gimmie the portal gun, and let's go- Please!" He begged, grabbing onto his grandpa, Rick, by the shirt. Tears started swelling up in his eyes.

"Please. I just wanna- go home..." Morty chocked out, Rick finally paid attention to him, slightly putting his arm on his grandson's back. Rick was staring at something. Or rather, someone. A... A beat up blue jellybean creature? Rick doesn't say anything about him though.