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A while later, after the season 1 party, 136 shows up in a portal and crashes breakfast with a bleeding shoulder.
“Morning bitches.” He says, sitting like it was absolutely normal for him to be there as he patches up his shoulder with a cauterizing ray.
“The fuck?” Ally looks up from her breakfast, confused.
“Yeah, what the heck?” Morty seconds.
“What the fuck are you doing in my reality? I thought we agreed last time we never wanted to see each other again.”
“Yeah, well, that was before I begrudgingly needed a place to crash.”
“Isn’t there someone else you can bother?”
“No, thanks to you.”
“I just opened your mind to the true way of being a Rick, jackass.”
“And now the Citadel is on my ass!”
“How’d you piss off the Citadel?”
“It’s a long story..”
It was roughly 10am on a Tuesday. Zeta Alpha Rick sits across from 136 at a fancy brunch spot in the Citadel eating french toast. They are on a private balcony. 136 is leaning back in his chair, mask and hood on, arms crossed.
“Mmm, this is delicious. Are you sure you don’t want anything, 136?” Zeta Alpha Rick asks as he eats.
“I’m sure.” 136 replies coldly. After a moment of tense silence, 136 speaks up again. “Why did you contact me?”
“Good question. See, I need you for a job.”
“I’m not a merc. Why would I work for you?”
“Because I have something you want - the cure to your planet’s sickness. A way to save your family.”
136 sits up at this. “What would you want me to do?”
“Kill Rick C-137.”
“He asked you to kill me?!” Rick exclaims.
“Do you think I said yes? Now shut up and let me tell my story!”
“Kill Rick C-137?” 137 asks incredulously, shocked.
“What’s the problem? I thought you hated him.”
“I do. But if I’m going to kill him, it’ll be on my terms.” 136 stands up. Zeta pulls out a laser pistol and puts it on the table. “You think that’s threatening to me?”
“I’m going to give you one last chance. Take the job. Save your family. Or die.”
“Kill me. I don’t care.”
Zeta lifts up the gun and aims.. and then, out of nowhere, his brains splatter across the table as he’s shot.
“Holy-”
The waiter walks in. “Holy shit!” Waiter Rick pulls out a gun and aims it at 136. “Don’t move! Assassination! Assassination! Murder! Call the cops!”
“-shit.”
The cops are called and 136 is arrested.
“But you didn’t even do it!” Morty exclaims.
“Yeah, well, Ricks don’t really care.”
136 stands before the Council.
“136. You were meeting with Zeta Alpha Rick when he was murdered and have been deemed a suspect. How do you plead?”
“Innocent, you dumb fucks! And even if I wasn’t, he was going to shoot me first! It would have been self defense!”
“Silence! We’ve heard enough. Clearly, a rebel against the Citadel like you staged this meet for the assassination of Zeta Alpha Rick. You are sentenced to execution.”
“Alright, this is stupid.” 136 melts his cuffs using his cybernetic implants and promptly shoots the guards, bolting out of the place. He shoots his way through the Citadel until he gets to the place where they hold confiscated portal guns. He grabs his and portals away.
“And that’s how I got here.”
“You don’t wanna find the real killer?” Morty asks.
“Why the fuck would I care?” 136 scoffs.
“Fair enough.”
“You can stay here, then. We’ll make up the couch for you.” Beth says kindly. Rick scoffs.
“Really??”
“Dad, he’s a friend.”
“A friend? He’s an acquaintance at best.”
“Dad!”
“Fine, fine. Whatever.” Rick relents.
“Thank you, Beth.” 136 says gratefully.