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Life isn’t easy being a clone Morty, especially having to work for two pricks who think they’re the originals. I was created to do their dumb little chores like washing clothes, and dishes. Being literally bound to the garage, with some weird house arrest ankle bracelet.
I wasn’t a perfect clone, for starters. I couldn’t talk, even though I understood basic english. I could only let out weird whimpering grunts and whines. Morty noises.
Even the other Morty didn’t treat me with respect, talk about self hate. And not to mention all the times I died, because I simply wasn’t needed for a day or two.
But I was still a Morty, I still had feelings. Why am I any less than any other, just because i’m a clone, it was.. Unfair, everytime i see Rick pat the other Morty on the back, or on the head. I can’t help but feel jealous, angry.. sad. But Rick didn’t see me as a Morty, just a clone.
I bite my lip, holding back the urge to start wailing again. My da-.. Jerry and Summer were home, and they didn’t know Rick kept a Morty clone as their personal maid. Who knows what might happen if they find out, will Rick get rid of me forever? Is it bad I don't want that to happen? I do not wish to die, not yet.
I heard the garage open, and automatically ran to the washing machine. If the garage opens, it means the flying space car is gonna park. I’m not gonna make the same mistake again, and get run over. Rick was pissed I got blood on his ship, and that I wasted such a good body.
I still remember hearing him yell at me, I didn't cry. But I wanted to, I really wanted to. That was the first time I felt scared. Really really scared.
As I expected, the spaceship landed in the garage, Morty and Rick soon popping out. I bet they went on some awesome adventure, Morty sometimes told me about them, probably because he had no one else to talk to them about, Summer wouldn’t care or get jealous, Beth and Jerry would turn it into another lecture. And the school kids were out of the question.
Which meant i was left, i didn’t mind the company. I really did enjoy hearing about them, even though Morty could be a dick sometimes. I still considered him some sort of weird friend.
I happily walk to the two, smiling. Wanting to welcome them back, Rick, as usual. Ignored me, shaking his flask, groaning that it was empty. He shoved it in my hands.
“Clone, refill.” He ordered, turning to his work bench. Me and Morty exchanged a small silent wave, as I walked towards the washing machines. Placing the flask on the washing machine, I press a hidden button on the grey concrete wall.
A small part of the wall slid open, behind a hidden compartment with all kinds of liquor and alcoholic drinks. Almost all of them have a lot of alcohol in it, like vodka and whiskey. The Clone poured the flask full of whatever you pulled out of the compartment full, not bothering to read the label of what it was. Rick would enjoy it either way, that's why he had them in his room.
The Clone returned back to Rick, handing him the flask. Rick took a quick sip, gulping the liquid down greedily, letting out a small groan of relief. Like a boulder was lifted from his shoulders. “That’s the go- good stuff.” Rick belched loudly, putting the flask back in his lab coat.
You softly tug on Rick’s sleeve, letting out a high pitched whine. Not being able to talk and all, you had to make yourself noticed somehow. You could see Rick roll his eyes at the whine, turning to you. “What do you want?”
You pointed at your mouth with your index finger, it's been a few days since Rick brought you some of his leftover pancakes. “What? you want a kiss just be-because you haven’t seen u-us in a while?.” The clone furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. “I think h-he’s hungry” Morty mumbled, you were surprised he hasn’t left the room yet.
“Then feed him, it’s your turn.” Great, now they’re talking to me like I’m a dog again. It’s embarrassing enough to ask for food instead of getting it yourself. Depending on others for basic needs. Morty let out a groan, walking out of the garage. The Clone followed automatically, Morty opened the door, soon turning around. “O-oh, you can’t c-come, you’re not allowed to l-leave the garage.” Morty reminded you, right.. the clone knew that, but he really wanted to be out of this room, even if it was for a few seconds.
That just left him alone with Rick, hearing him tinkering with metal. Being incredibly bored, you decided to walk to the working bench, curious about whatever the other was doing, Rick paid you no mind, continuing to work while you watched and waited for your food.
It was always quite fascinating how Rick worked, being able to grab a screw from his desk without looking up, he had everything placed the way he wished when he worked. You look at the little device, you didn’t recognize it. You barely recognize any gadgets Rick uses, he only uses them on adventures.
It looked like a smaller version of a meeseeks box..
You now realized Rick had stopped working, and has been staring at you. Raising a brow. “The fuck you want? M-morty’s already bringing your food.” Rick waved his hand, shooing you away. You took one last look at the box, and walked to the whiteboard. You barely had anything to do, and your boredom only grew. There was only so much laundry you were able to do, and fold over and over.
You liked dancing, alone.. but without music it felt kinda awkward. Making your own music didn’t always work, though you liked ‘singing’ just singing songs without words, and humming the melody. It keeps your brain sane.
The door soon opened again, and Morty was holding a plate with meatloaf. Your body warmed up as soon as your eyes laid rest on the heavenly looking piece of nutrients. You haven’t really had breakfast yet, you were lucky the sink still ran with water for now.. jesus, this really felt like a prison.
“Dinner is ready.” Morty said, as he handed you the plate. Making Rick stand up, was it this late already? The time really flew by today.. thankfully, you didn’t wait to receive a ‘bye’ when Morty and Rick left the garage, as you immediately started eating. Definitely Jerry’s cooking, Jerry’s cooking skills had definitely improved the amount of time you were here, you remember being handed your first meal.
If you could call it a meal.
And you immediately knew after eating it this was hell, of some sort. But now, it was actually edible, some might say, kinda tasty, but he had a long way to go. You rinsed your plate off in the sink, you noticed the little box Rick was fixing was still on the desk.. you knew you shouldn’t mess with the mans stuff, but curiosity took over.
You examined the cube, flinching and quickly dropping it when it made a noise. ‘Crap- crap crap!’
You expected the worst, as the cube unfolded.
“What is my purpose?” The tiny robot asked, his voice twitchy and monotone. Slightly high pitched.
“...”
You still felt on edge, expecting the robot to blow up at any given second, but no. It just kept staring at you, awaiting your answer.
You tilted your head, and the small robot did the same. Soon repeating the question.
“What is my purpose?”
Morty wanted to answer, so he opened his mouth to try. But no english came out, just a weird.. noise.. he didn’t really know what to say, what to do. The question did make him think though.. they were both in the same boat, what is my purpose? Why am i here.
Morty tapped on his iron ankle bracelet that refrained him from leaving the room, or so he he has been told, Rick had told him he would blow up the second he stepped out of the garage..
Morty tapped the bracelet while sitting crossed leg, his hand resting on his ankle. It was like tapping on a table and it made a small ‘ting’ when his finger hit the cool metal. He chewed on his lip, unsure what to answer.
But the small robot apparently took that as an answer.
With a small red laser he cut the anklet off. Morty flinched, the laser going by so quickly, he feared his foot had been cut off. But it hasn’t.. no scratch to be seen, just red skin where the metal has been pressed against..
Holy shit..
The small robot quickly folded itself up again, seemingly done with his purpose. The clone was left surprised and alone, still sitting on the cold floor staring at his now exposed ankle.
Was this a gift? Did rick leave it here on purpose to free him? So many questions! Not enough answers. Morty didn’t wait for an answer, he got up and walked to the garage door which led to the house, he grabbed the handle, pausing.
… what if he still blows up?
Morty inhaled, no.. this was no time to worry, screw it.
He twisted the handle and quickly opened the door, almost running out. His reckless action making him stumble into the dining area. He had seen quick glances of the table, and the green wall when the door opened and closed but this.. felt a whole new world.
It was beautiful..
But his imagination was cut short, the real family were currently still at the dining table, seeing Morty run out of the garage, sure they knew about multiple universes, but it was still freaky too see.
“How the fuck- g-get back in the garage Morty clone!”
Rick stood up, pointing at the door. Completely fessing up that the morty was a clone, and possibly screwing himself.
“WHAT?” Beth asked, her eyes widening. Connecting the dots. “Dad! Have you been keeping a clone in the garage?!”
The morty at the table let out a few stutters, also surprised.
“Its fine Beth, i-its just a robot!” Rick pulled out a gun to take care of the problem, and the clone immediately got behind Beth.
“You’re not shooting him!”
“Its not a him-“
“DAD!”