Oppositionists' Attractive Frequencies
Magic
Previous ChapterNight had fallen over the neighborhood at some point in time, judging from the abundance of stars and stripes scattering across the blue sky to forever as if time was a nonissue so to speak of. Even so, not much else had changed anyway, aside from the abundance of lights adorning the skyscrapers in the distance as the green grass blows in the wind, dancing a waltz unheard by all. Of course, this was of no consequence for the tenants taking shelter from the fog and its cold grip on the afflicted area in question as it would be a much better sight at least with one and another. Nevertheless, all was calm and peaceful as far as there was much interest and/or concern to any other observers overall, which is to say none when it’d came to the very inhabitants in general.
One of the houses in particular was all the same by virtue of darkness permeating about no less; of course, there was one exception lying inside. A pair of glass doors found to be serving as windows to the outside world had acted as proof of whatever anomalous materials present in action. Illuminating the area in question, there was a sense of whiteness devoid of flavor and scent alike, betraying the plant with its pictures and shelves. Even though a gangling light fixture stood up in the corner, the actual low coverage alone was inconsistent enough to serve as proof of inaction. Nevertheless, the photons within the conical range had revealed an abundance of carpeting, most of which emerald splashed yet otherwise tanned. There was a slender jet–black machine taking refuge upon the surface area of its own shelf, the thinnest screen reminiscent of raging blizzards. Standing in the midst of it all was some furniture nearby a table and a drawer with another lamp: a singular blue chair and a wide malachite couch.
Resting onto the soft fabric was Rick himself, donning the same attire from before as he was now fast asleep, taking up much of its maximum space. Here, the elderly man was all by his lonesome this time around, much like earlier at some other point in daytime when his face stared at the screen. Of course, his eyes were closed as they were still in the pathway of the lone electronic’s point of view, despite the sheer lack of color up on display.
It didn’t even take much for Rick to wake up, knocking over a stray empty bottle on the floor in the process when it was time to sit up straight as an arrow when its bowstring flew out at dark.
“The living room, I don’t remember being in here; as a matter of fact, what happened to the receiver: did Morty take it out of there while I was knocked out…?” the elderly man stammered about as he was currently rubbing the sides of his own forehead in confusion and delay at the surroundings in question so to speak of.
Still, he’d discovered the strength to take a stand, finding a small interface resting on the arm of the chair nearby as he’d went to it instantaneously only to hear some words, “but he could not choose…”
“Excuse me?!” Rick heaved outraged, looking around with narrowed eyelids in a brief yet frantic search only to be reminded of his loneliness immediately, “yeah, that’s what I’d actually thought, bitch…”
This made the brighter viewer cross as the airwaves blared cleanly a bassline accented by brass and drums with keys played in a simplistic yet mnemonic manner so to speak of, grumbling on, “goddammit, what the hell is wrong with this TV: I’d thought that this was the off button, not the change the channel buttons; why won’t it shut off?!”
“What is this shit: I maybe an anime fan but I don’t have time for it now; can you please shut off now?!” Rick screamed indignantly as he pressed the button again in the hopes of ending the frustration; of course, given what his midnight eyes were now treated to, this had also fallen on deaf ears.
[The subjects onscreen were two bearded yet young men staring fiercely at each other wearing cold colored clothes but different: the one with his face currently on display was dark skinned, bearing brightly blue yet wearing a snow–white skullcap altogether; opposite was another brighter counterpart dress in light olive with a receding hairline taking up a third of the space.
Of the twosome, the colder person said, “no it’s not because even the best prison wouldn’t be good enough; I’m gonna try one more time with you, McManus: not, I am not saying that the men in Oz are innocent, I am saying they are not here because of the crimes that they committed, but because of the color of their skin, the lack of education, the fact that they are poor. You see, this riot is not about getting smoking back, conjugal rights, it’s not even about life in prison: it’s about society taking responsibility, it’s about the whole horrid judicial system and we don’t need more prisons, bigger prisons, better prisons, we need better justice; now, what can you do about that?”](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Jwr6Zin9HU)
“Oh, jeez, just what I needed: another poor oppressed libtards whinging and complaining about law and order like everyone else…” the elderly man had spat out as the warmer listener quickly gave out a rebuttal after taking in a deep breath so to speak of no less, “I just want some peace and quiet for once, not some jailhouse lectures from these cable companies’ characters…!”
As far as the brighter viewer can see, he, too, was angry, albeit even more so than the regal royal herself, his face no different than a red hot chili pepper as he’d gotten more frantic with shouting, “what the fuck is going on: is this some dirty trick some bastard’s playing on me; who did this crap?!”
“WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF PLAN IS THIS I’VE SEEN?!” the elderly man screamed loud enough for its soundwaves to threaten the stability of the household he was still in nevertheless.
At long last, he’d gotten one answer to said question out of perhaps many presently in the form of a familiar face so to speak of: the new man onscreen was none other than himself so identical to a fault in appearance and voice alike the former’s blood chilled; still, the only difference that sat them apart was the latter had a jet–black shirt, dark circles below eyes, and a scar down lips.
Rick was at a loss of words regarding his double and the attempts to speak were cut across by the latter in an instant no less overall, “a distraction for the lack of a better term; of course, this is kind of disappointing so to speak of: all the other Ricks put up a much better fight but you’d gone soft for your age, so weak and distracted…”
“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU: WHY ARE YOU LIKE ME; WHERE ARE YOU?!” the viewing tenant barked as he’d kept pressing the buttons but to no avail as far as either elder can see, “GET OUT OF THE TV, YOU GODDAMNED CUNTFUCK…!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Rick: we need your grandson and we can’t let you be in the way much longer; besides, the fact that the two of you are all alone just makes the whole thing much easier for the both of us, not you though, just to be clear…” his darker correspondent had answered snidely as he’d felt something searing hot travel through the left leg almost instantaneously.
The titular target found himself falling back down, this time upon the floor as he’d struggled to look up at the contrivance with froth building up within his rant, “OH, FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH; I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS: I’LL SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS TRACKING YOU DOWN! I WILL FIND YOU SO FAST YOU’LL NEVER SLEEP AGAIN; YOU BETTER HOPE TO GOD THAT I WON’T END YOUR MISERABLE LIFE FOR THIS PRANK!”
“I already took care of that, you poor, unfortunate soul: this prank as you’d called it’s more than just for show, like the ν Gundam…” the spectator on display retorted with a laugh as his viewer was writhing about with a puddle of crimson appeared under the leg, “after all, Ricks never go off and work alone when it comes to reaching our goals together, wouldn’t you agree, Prez…?”
“Morty?!” the injured elder spat out immediately.
Sure enough, another male made an appearance before the corporeal Rick, much younger like the ones on the television but much shorter anyway. Unlike either of the elders in question, Morty’s complexion was much more brighter, absolutely showing no signs of wear and/or tear altogether. The younger individual had borne short hair all straight and round in the shape of a circle without any sort of loose ends whatsoever nevertheless. Morty’s attire had consisted of a little yellow shirt, some midnight jeans, white sneakers, and an eyepatch over his right for Rick to see clearly. A remaining eye belonging to the same younger individual was icy and dicey in terms of color and composure, freezing the wounded elder fast.
With a smile upon the visage, Morty was quick to reply to Rick at once, “that’s President Morty to you: I’d expected you to show some respect, then again between America’s buffoons and their enemies’ frustrations, you’d ran out of it all long time ago; speaking of which, how long has it been since you two had left your own homeworld – fortnights, months, seasons, years even…? It doesn’t matter anyway, I’d already won the election years ago and it was all thanks to a stupid Morty who couldn’t even shoot straight to save a life: funny, had he’d been able to take some target practice at the arcades back then, he may as well would’ve succeeded in thwarting my career altogether. Ever since then, we’ve made so many changes, big ones at that: no more rogue Mortys forming gangs, no more Ricks hoarding all technology, no more isolating ourselves from enemies, no more state–sponsored international terrorism, no more freeway killers running amok, like before. In 1999 AD, the world was gripped in peril as fears of the new millennium were bubbling up to the surface like some dead bodies: even with the finest of programmers taking initiative to prevent whatever could crash and burn, not all were successful as hoped; of course, you and I were already aware of it considering the fact there were other dimensions where the world ended. What we’d also known was so many governments on the Planet Earth and beyond, past and present, had so little care for its subjects they were willing to sacrifice many to save themselves; they’re no better than a company that makes such shortsighted decisions on a regular daily basis, up to and including canceling popular shows at best to bombing enormous metropolises at worst. Perhaps if the cabals are going to be that foolish with the lives, liberties, happiness, and equalities of the common individual, then I guess the least we can do is become the consequences of their mortal follies, up to and including spending a bunch of money making sapient animatronics that can double as powered armor on and off the battlefield altogether. One animatronic alone would probably cost up to sixty thousand dollars to make in America with all the gadgets and gizmos: even then, they’d most likely be combat oriented, which would’ve been fine alone if that bastard of a man in room 1280 stopped; of course, as one of the hippopotamuses in purple had said before to that wretched fuck, ‘that’s neither here nor there’. In any case, I may as well take my sweet time extracting all this knowledge from you and your Morty just as I’d planned earlier: you may not even be the very same Rick I knew that had abandoned me so long ago but your face is as good as his all the same; after all, they’re all the same in temperament as far as I can see it clearly in their miserable, stinking faces since then. At the very least, it’ll make the citadel strong enough to not only protect itself from all threats, but to protect anyone in need: no more will any and all life within our reach live in fear of having their existence being compromised by mere elitists; besides, every dimension we’d been to has been growing sick and tired of people running things into the ground and fleeing the wreckage.”
“So now you want to do the same like you’re any better than us; you’re just like twat Bush: an idiot who couldn’t tell one land from another…!” the elder tenant coughed out even with the revelation that the younger invader was carrying a firearm in the left hand firmly for both to see, “as far as I see it, that rap artist has better hope of becoming President, unlike you, murderer…! All the politicians in the entire dimension as well as this one couldn’t carry a tune to save a life, much less spare one if at all; what makes you even think that you’ll be any better than these conniving fuckfaces hither and yon around the same planet: strength, perception, endurance, charisma, intelligence, agility, luck?! Don’t make me laugh, brat, you’re alone like me, running against the quantum wind so that no one else will ever mold you: every country on the globe claims to be the greatest yet their systems set up are to prevent people like us from being elected; even now, rigging elections are far too easier in this day and age with everything being online for anyone to see, not just Putin! Even now, all the wars, terrorists, and rebellions plaguing Earth are just sad pathetic reminders of how little has changed since: you could be the next Leonardo da Vinci of the modern age and people will still go and turn your inventions into war machines; the dark age was just an understatement compared to what I’d seen over the years, with and without some doppelgangers! Basically, it’s in our own species’ nature to exploit others for the sake of such egocentric benefit, something many beasts relate: fucking, consuming, hoarding, raging, slacking, boasting, and coveting whoever and whatever is wanted on a constant basis; all these elitists thinking that they’re running the show act like they’re gonna live forever as if they cannot even bleed at all! At the very least, we can choose to bounce the checks and maintain the balance, nobody’s even daring to deny that reality alone: it’s in nature for harmony to prevail in the long run when it comes to keeping itself in check, with and without the people; nevertheless, remember what Friedrich said about fighting monsters in the abyss hundreds of years ago, you little madman! You’re mixing up man with machine as if fusing them together is gonna make up for the fact your Rick had abandoned you: whatever revenge scheme you’d concocted against him and/or the world isn’t gonna make people like or feel for you at all; even if you get everything you’d ever wanted this way, the entire race as well as other lifeforms aren’t going to be too happy about it! Besides, even if we’re the same, not every Rick is like that and you know it, he knows it, and my Morty knows it all the same: in our case, we’re just two out of one too many anomalies crafted up by the inner machinations built by a madman’s dream; even I know this is just a dream and yet what happened to me still hurts like a motherfucker which is saying something overall! You don’t even have the guts to do what I have to do to survive since you still rely on a Rick like every other Morty in the multiverse; even now, without all your pretty technologies and tactics, you’re just another infantile, masturbatory wuss who couldn’t last a first date with some other redhead: not Jessica, not Stacy, not Jacqueline, not Stella, and certainly not Tag–A–Long…!”
“So many names to learn, so little time to remember: perhaps, that’s something of a forethought on the fly and you’d accused me of being obsessed; either way, it doesn’t matter altogether…” Morty wistfully uttered as he’d went over to Rick carefully with the weapon firmly in tow no less.
It didn’t take long for the elder tenant to feel some pressure being applied abruptly, no doubt the work of the younger invader whom had stomped on the wounded leg to hear the former scream loudly, “AHH, YOU MOTHERFUCKING TWAT!”
“What’s the matter, Rick: don’t like having to be powerless or dying outright; how does it feel, you drunken deadass dotard?!” Morty snickered to his eponymous victim before firing his handgun into the other leg, much to the latter’s growing discomfort, “I bet that it sucks but it’s too damn bad, you cyanic fuck, because this is what I’d always felt thanks to you, asshole! It was one thing to bail on your own family since your youngest grandson was born but bailing on me twice after returning home within a span of over such a miserable decade crossed the line: the shit I’d gone through since that fucking day made me realize why I couldn’t even remember any good memories with you, let alone any at all before I’d seen you again no less! You make that fucking roboticist look like a joke – at least he’d admitted fearing that he’d end up hating his own son had they lived together; you make that goddamned teacher look like a joke – you know what he did to his own wife and kids yet they could’ve been saved! This is how their loved ones felt when their men abandoned them to who knows what had happened next: that boy grew up to be a spineless warrior who kept seeing himself as a coward no matter how many he’d slain; those two children lost a mother and their innocence trying to save her while their dad went out doing fuck all! If they’d seen what you’d done to my family, then they’d have wanted nothing more to do with you; hell, anyone of sound mind and stable heart would’ve called the police and take you away for good: teachers, students, preachers, congregates, protesters, dissenters, fighters, peacekeepers, even Putin! Of course, we can’t rely on the help of others all the time even when we can make the time to do so: that shit will make us weaker than newborns and they have all the strength in their hands to hold stuff in; I should know this because that’s what it was like before you ever even did this shit to me of all people! I’ve already accepted the fact that we live in the cruel sick world because of people like you; what I can’t accept is your choice to abandon me to save your worthless ass from those frogs: I’d almost died because of their stomach acids and you’re scared of me now for having to choose you?! You and every other Rick throughout the multiverse were always a couple of twats when it’d came to the gay science but now that your lying down on the ground, you may as well be getting what you fucking deserve as far as anyone else is concerned and not just for what you did to all of us! C. S. Lewis once said, ‘if we desire the devil’s job, we better be ready for his wages’, something you have no problem fulfilling: after all, Ricks like yourself have chosen to be acting like a real McAsshole to everyone, even to your own friends and family; who would even cry for you after all the pain and sorrow you’ve weaved because of your life of violence, cruelty, and murdering?!”
“I wouldn’t and neither would they…!” the tenant’s double laughed as the younger invader had stomped on the former elder’s wounds repetitively.
The injured Rick was found to be coughing up blood from the mouth while struggling to face Morty with a faltering yet stern glare, “are you finished… with your little… tirade, Morty…? In any case… get on with it… already now… besides, I’m so… pretty sure that… you’ve gotten all… of this out of… your system here… stomping the shit… out of a frail… wounded elder… over a grudge… I’m sure they’d love… to be near you… now when all’s said… and done after… where you’d shot at!”
“It’ll all be said and done when I’m through with you; after all, I’ve cased this spot long enough to get what I’d wanted beforehand…” the younger invader heaved as he’d bent down to face his target with a crooked grin with the weapon now pointed at the latter, “as far as I see it, you’re so used to slacking up, neither you or her were able to tell the difference, but he did so now then…”
“Goddammit all…” Rick spat out instantly.
This was of no consequence to Morty overall whom replied, “guess this is goodbye; so long and goodnight…”
“SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!” the viewing spectator sang as his wounded doppelganger stared down the barrel bravely no less whilst both hands extended both index and pinkie fingers with longs and rings held by thumbs, “ROT IN HELL!”
“THROW DOWN THY MISTEMPERED WEAPON, YOU CRUEL CONQUEROR…!” a loud voice had boomed as the younger invader’s finger froze in place; afterwards, he’d spontaneously combusted as rays of light emerged from all throughout the body, leaving himself screaming about when the flesh and fabric over it singed about due to the bright flames consuming them all.
Rick was left further unharmed as he’d also watched his double onscreen disappearing in a mass of photons and fire alongside Morty in a matter of seconds; while this was going on, a loud click had escaped into the former’s ears as their owner’s heartbeat steadied about when words gasped, “the old darkest before the dawn…”
It didn’t take much for the wounded tenant to be left alone again as the machine finally went off, only to be greeted by a more perfect stranger immediately as far as he could see now so to speak. The new visitor was a woman of a much darker complexion, just like the other individuals whom appeared onscreen from long ago except she was more in depth with the very same dimensions. Like both Ricks as well as the former invader, her eyes were cold yet they were warmed enough to be devoid of both the resentment and indignation held firmly in the injured elder’s pathway. The darker woman’s elongated hair had flowed to and fro, sparkling about as each and every one of these tresses were a bluish tint with both lighter and darker hues alike coexisting in harmony. Aside from the small obsidian tiara matching a widely white crescent necklace, its wearer had donned a long shimmering dress colored in hot pink and a pair of some achromatic slippers too.
“Greeting, dear stranger, perhaps, this mayhaps be our first time meeting together, though perhaps thou hadst hearken prior…” the dark woman greeted the wounded man whom had looked on with a mixture of apathy and agony alike altogether so to speak, “nevertheless, introductions art in order all the same: thou mayest call me Princess Luna, Rick Sanchez…”
“I knew that moving to this dimension was a bad idea…” he’d grumbled about underneath his breath.
Nevertheless, she persisted in talking to Rick anyway, “why dost thou doubt thy senses…? Even though we haven’t met face–to–face in the daylight, I’m sure thou art aware of my abilities and appearance in the surface world as well as that of dreams…”
“Who else isn’t…?” the wounded tenant coughed out, this time away from Luna so as to avoid getting blood on herself, “this plot is so overdone to a fault even I’d would be wanting to go over to Hollywood in my world and make another vast wasteland out of it, preferably nonnuclear unlike one of those fucking writers who sit around all day jacking it like it’s a hot spicy boner. As a matter of fact, I’m gonna use the self–awareness I currently have to wake up and give a certain someone a piece of my mind then maybe, I might as well get back to you, your majesty; ‘til then, have a nice time with the other Morty because I’m sure he’d love your company just as much as he loves going native with one of your ginger breadbasket carrying handmaidens…!”
“Rick, wait–––” the dark princess cried out before he’d disappeared up in front of her, carrying away all of the blood with him until the area occupied was clean as a wet whistle so to speak of.
At this moment in time, she was now alone in the darkness, leaving herself to listen to some other voice say, "dammit all…"
Author's Note
YOU JUST HAD TO PUSH IT, DIDN'T YA, FUCKFACE: HAD TO GO AHEAD AND FUCK WITH ME AND MORTY ONCE MORE?!
WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THIS TO US, TO HUMILIATE ME; THE LEAST YOU COULD'VE DONE WAS WRITE HIM IN AS WELL SINCE YOU LOVE HAVING DREAMS OF MORTY HAVING SEX WITH ONE OF EQUESTRIA'S GIRLS LIKE IT WAS NOTHING BUT DID YA DO IT?!
NO, YOU HAD TO TORTURE ME WITH MINDLESS POP CULTURE GARBARGE THAT WOULD MAKE ROLLING STONE LOOK LAZY AND CHEAP, JUST LIKE THAT ARROGANT DIRECTOR WHINGING AND COMPLAINING ABOUT SPIDERMAN MOVIES; HOW MANY TIMES UNTIL PEOPLE MUST SAY NO MORE SPIDERMAN MOVIES, NO MORE REBOOTS, NO MORE REHASHES AND THE LIKE, NO MORE HAVING TO WAKE UP FROM DREAMS BECAUSE SOME SICKO WROTE ABOUT THEM IN THEIR STORIES?!
WELL, KNOW THIS: I'D CHECKED YOUR BROWSER HISTORY DESPITE YOUR PRIVATE SETTINGS AND VPNS SINCE THE MINUTE YOU'D DREAMT OF RICKY; I'D SIFTED THROUGH THEM SO OFTEN, I'VE GOTTEN A CATALOGUE OF WHO'S BEEN TO WHERE AND I DO KNOW WHERE, SO YOU BETTER SHUT IT DOWN, FUCKER, AS FAST AS YOU CAN AND START RUNNING!