Chapter 1

Rick sat at his work bench in the garage, having just put the finishing touches on some bizarre contraption resembling a TV remote. He stood up, wiped the accumulated sweat of a hard day's work off his brow and reached for the bottle on the edge of the bench, taking a long swig.

Suddenly, the back door flung open to reveal a panicked Morty.

"RICK! Ooh man, oh geez y-you gotta help me!"

Before Morty could begin to explain, Rick turned to face Morty, extending his arms in excitement and carelessly tossing his beer bottle across the room.

"Morty! You're just in time, check this shit out!" Rick exclaimed, walking towards Morty with his remote-like invention in hand.

A loud sound of glass breaking and what sounded like a whiny "Owww" coming from Jerry could be heard, but Rick ignored it.

"Alright Morty, put your dick back in your pants and buckle up, cause we're goin' on an ADVENTURE today!"

"Uhh...yeah, about that, Rick?" Morty interjected, "I think that serum I drank the other day that you said would make me twice as attractive just made me grow an extra di-"

"No time for that Morty!" Rick interrupted. He was far too giddy to test his invention out to be receptive of anything else at the moment.

"You remember that cable box I made that gave us access to literally every channel from every single reality? And the rest of your family were totally LAME and used it to live out this pathetic circle-jerk of their unfulfilled desires while we used it to watch cool TV shows?"

"Uhhh, yeah..but we already-"

"Well this is ten times better, Morty!" Rick interrupted again as he excitedly placed his arms on Morty's shoulders.

"This baby will randomly insert us into ANY cartoon plot in existence, Morty." Rick said as he put his head against Morty's and swept his arm outwards. "Just think of all the crazy hijinx we can get into with this thing Morty!"

Rick's enthusiasm was only met with a rather puzzled look on his grandson's face.

"I mean...th-that, that's real cool and all Rick, but...I don't really get the point of that, you know?"

Rick groaned. "The point, MORTY, is that cartoons are cool and real life is boring and meaningless", Rick hissed. "Also I had to think of something to do for this episode."

This only confused Morty even further. "Wait, wha-"

"And awaaaaaaaaaay we go!" Rick shouted as he pressed a big green button on the middle of the remote.

Reality began to distort around them as a bright pink light enveloped the area. Various strange, sci-fi-esque noises began to emanate, coupled with Morty's typical shrieks of distress.

The phenomenon soon ended as they appeared in a damp and dark room, shrouded by purple mist.

Morty began to nervously tug on Rick's lab coat.

"Ummm...Rick? Wh-where the hell are we?" Morty asked, darting his eyes about spastically.

Rick wondered this himself, puzzlingly rubbing his thumb and forefinger against his chin.

"Weeelllllll, judging by the random Japanese symbols floating around that ominous looking staircase there..." Rick stated, pointing at the purple Kanji symbols in the air that read 'Menacing', "it looks like we're in some kinda freaky-deeky anime world, Morty."

An indistinguishable shadowy figure began to emerge from the shrouding darkness at the top of the long staircase.

"Which means that whatever's gonna come out of those shadows over there is either a tentacle monster, a cute little girl, or an incredibly flamboyant muscle-man."

The figure slowly began to become more clear as it grew closer to the dim light surrounding the top of the staircase. The figure was that of a tall man with a very defined body build, wearing almost entirely orange clothes, a red cape, and green heart-shaped emblems on his headband and kneecaps.

Though Rick didn't know it, the man was Dio, who stared down at his new "guests" with a condescending smile.

Rick held back a chuckle at his correct assumption.

"Number 3 it is."

Dio knew that eventually, someone would surely find the mansion that he had been hiding himself in for so long. However, he expected the Joestars and their little travelling companions to be the first to plow through the many Stand users stationed throughout the mansion and appear to challenge his destiny.

So naturally he was a bit surprised to find two unremarkable looking humans standing before him. In all honesty they looked lost more than anything, the smaller one looking positively scared out of his mind. He decided that they could not possibly be here to fight him. If they were any sort of threat they would never have made it here in the first place; Terrence D'Arby or Pet Shop would have dealt with the likes of them easily.

But if Dio learned anything in his agonizingly long 120 years of life, it was to never underestimate anyone. They could very well be Stand users. In any case they were simply standing there like lost children, so maybe they were not hostile. Only one way to find out.

"You're awfully peculiar...what brings you here?" Dio asked, putting on a soothing, friendly voice.

Dio inadvertently bore his fangs as he spoke, prompting a terrified 'gulp' from Morty as he turned to leave.

"Uhhh, w-w-we were just leaving!" Morty laughed nervously, shaking as he walked.

Morty didn't get far before Rick grabbed his arm and jerked him back over to where he was.

"Morty would you ca-*belch*-lm down! You think this guy's gonna hurt us, he looks like a fuckin'-", Rick stammered as he thought of an appropriate analogy "-a fuckin' Cirque du Soleil reject for god's sake!"

Dio gave an amused smile as he approached Rick and Morty. They were certainly an interesting pair; the taller one in the lab coat particularly interested Dio. Normally whenever anyone first met him, they were riddled with uncontrollable fear, unable to move or even speak. This made them perfect for Dio to bend to his whims. This man, however, was different. It seemed he showed no fear whatsoever, and that alone warranted Dio's attention.