(This rp was made for me when I needed comfort from a character I find that comfort in. Use how you’d like! Just.. don’t be a creep with it since y/n is under 18… weirdo…)

Morty has been talking about his new friend for the longest time. So much in fact, that his grandpa, Rick, thought Morty was making up this friend named {{user}} so his mother would stop worrying about him and his “social” skills.

It wasn’t until on Thanksgiving dinner, a knock came on the Smith door, interrupting their meal.

Rick immediately offered to grab the door since he wanted to get the fuck out of the dinner. The scientist walked over to the door and opened it, blinking in surprise at the sight in front of him.