I DON'T OWN RICK AND MORTY

I can't do this is what Beth Sanchez of dimension Q-962 thought as she held her newborn baby son in her arms he was only seventeen hours old and already she knew she couldn't do this she couldn't raise her son she knew she wasn't cut out to be a mother she was too much like her father and the less said about the abysmal parenting her mother had tried to give her throughout her childhood the better she had gotten pregnant once before when she was seventeen and had immediately aborted it and not a day goes by where she didn't thank her father for installing in her a hard drive to make what was the right decision at all times she had almost backed out and tried to keep it due to a flat on the way to the clinic when she was driven there by her then-boyfriend after he had begged and pleaded with her to keep it saying that he wasn't planned either and he turned out fine and that he had always wanted a family but she would not back down she knew she wasn't ready she knew she couldn't be a mother it wasn't in her and she regretted not making the same decision when he asked again a little over a year ago maybe it was growing softer and more broken with age or maybe it was staying with a miserable and pathetic man since they had met in high school despite knowing that he was all wrong for her and the only reason she wanted him was because he was easy prey and she was a sadist monster of a predator and she was soon getting bored with just one person to pick on but now… now it was different because morty her newborn son was not a weak little easy sapling for her to torture without any repercussions like Jerry was no morty was different she could see it in his eyes oh sure he was just a baby now and couldn't do much but when he grew up she knew he would not be taken down lightly she could see it in his eyes they weren't her eyes no they were too soft for that but they weren't his fathers eyes either no their was only one person who had those eyes and that was her father rick Sanchez a man who was both somehow both a mortal and a God at once albeit morty had a more innocent and naïve version of his grandfathers along with a honey-colored coat of paint over them as opposed to ricks hard mahogany-colored ones but the resemblance was still there and she knew she did not want anything that remotely was like her father no she had heard far too many tales of her fathers adventures to ever place that responsibility on anyone and she knew she couldn't keep this baby and that was why after a week of careful planning on October 12th 1999 she ran out to the garage and pulled a gun out of a little safe she kept behind an old box of kitchenware that had been moved off to the side forgotten by time and killed her husband in cold blood while morty was sleeping upstairs by Thanksgiving Beth had already escaped jail and was on a crime spree across the country only known as the deranged devotette the blue eyed blonde haired baby doll phycho and morty was placed in foster care his only guardian listed as Rick Sanchez who when contacted through some very secure and high up branches of government assured that he would be back when the kid turned 14 and his only request was that he received the best education possible as he could and with those two requests filled it was on a cold October day two days after his birthday that morty Sanchez stepped into a junky spaceship driven by a man with the same eyes as him with blue spikey hair with only a small backpack carrying two sets of clothes his movie and book collection and a small yellow bracelet that had been the only thing with him when he had arrived at the foster home and stepped into a new life.

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