god i can't believe he finally appeared

We cross paths with certain people in our tangled lives for a reason. It’s not by chance, not an accident but it’s on a purpose. You were made to be part of someone’s life for it was written long before you were born.

The Appointment


“How many of these God awful things do I have to sign?” Riq placed down his pen and shook out his hand with a grimace. “That’s twelve of the damn things already and I have to write additional sections just to appear friendly, it’s an absolute farce!”

Only five more Sir.” A secretarial Morty squeaked, jostling a pile of papers in his hand, ones that looked like they were about to spill out of his arms and end up all over the floor.

“I don’t see why I have to meet them all personally.” He moaned, picking up his pen to continue his scrawl:

I look forward to meeting with you.

Kindest regards

Riq IV - Esteemed Leader of the High Council of Ricks.

Rustling through his notes the particularly exhausted looking Morty retrieved a meeting minute. “You agreed to meet with all high profile unregistered Ricks at the summit last week with the Federation.” The Morty stated flatly, deliberately hiding his smug grin.

“I make all sorts of promising at those ridiculous events, why anyone would think I…” Riq stopped mid-way suddenly realising the company he was in; as a general rule, when it came to political matters, Mortys’ were not to be trusted, admittedly Riq had heard all sorts of rumours about treacherous little Mortys selling government secrets.

“Why are they high profile anyway?”

“I only deal with the invitation letters Sir, it’s another department that hold the case files.”

Signing the last letter Riq thumped down his pen with unconcealed annoyance. “It’s always another department isn’t it, when is this organisation going to stream-line itself and abandon its ridiculous bureaucracy?”

“You created the department three years ago sir after….”

“That’s enough you may go…now.” Riq quickly cut in, eager to avoid being chastised by a Morty of all people. As the boy reached his office chamber doors Riq banged his fist on the desk. “Don’t schedule any of the meeting for Fridays…I always go golfing on Fridays and definitely no weekends, I go…well it’s none of your business what I do on weekends.”

The young Morty looked confused for a moment before deciding it was probably best not to ask anymore questions. “Yes Sir.” He replied diligently before making his escape as quickly as he could, God how he hated the pompous, arrogant entitled prick.

Picking up a leftover sheet of paper Riq examined the list of names which had been ranked in terms of registration importance. Rick Sanchez, Earth dimension GF-618…hmm…he certainly didn’t sound like anything special.