Sorry if it’s a little short? Barreling through that good ol’ writer’s block! o3o
You tried your best to avoid Rick in the next coming weeks. Ever since he asked if you were going to leave him alone and you so stupidly agreed you felt that now if you continued to pursue him in any way he’d know how you really felt, even though it seemed like he already had a really good idea on your feelings towards him.
You sat on your porch, reading a newspaper and sipping your coffee. You could hear the sounds of the garage door opening from across the street and it took everything in your power to resist lifting your head to look. You put your paper down and went into a coma like stare on the ground, you hadn’t been sleeping well ever since Rick caught you the last time. You kept thinking about how close he was to you. Your dreams thought it would be a fun idea to make up scenarios where you had kissed him and your stomach did flip-flops of the mere thought of it. One thing was for sure, you wanted to see him again.
That night you were sitting in your living room trying to think of excuses as to how you could see him again without having to admit that you’ve grown quite fond of him. You were becoming rather irritated when you couldn’t come up with anything and when you did it was your brain telling you to go over there and tell the truth but you still felt like you weren’t ready for that.
You jumped out of your deep thoughts when you heard banging coming from your door. You walked into your hallway and glanced at the door, almost afraid to approach it. With another loud bang from your door, fear shot through your body. You didn’t know who it was or what it was. For all you know, you could open the door and get stabbed. Even though you were scared as all hell you gripped the doorknob tightly and opened the door in one big motion, closing your eyes because you were too afraid to look.
“Alright, where is it!?” A rough voice rang through your ears and you opened your eyes to see Rick standing in your doorway looking extremely pissed off.
“H-Huh? W-Where’s what!?” Your face instantly went beet red and the familiar butterflies arose in your chest. Smooth.
“My portal gun. I know you have it now stop messing around and give it to me.” Rick yelled. You could tell by the look on his face that he was beyond upset right now and you really wished you knew what he was on about.
“I don’t have it..” you shrugged your shoulder, it was true you didn’t have it.
“I find that hard to believe considering I’ve, I’ve, I’ve ca- uuuught you multiple times snooping around in there!” he thumbed towards his garage across the street. It seemed as if he was getting more angry by the second.
“I swear, I didn’t take it! I haven’t even been over there since–” you cut yourself off, you didn’t want to remember the last time he caught you because of your brain betraying you.
“Well, Morty sure as hell doesn’t have it and I-I-I don’t have it. so, the only other option is you.” Rick huffed in annoyance.
“Have you talked to the other family members? Maybe they-” This time you were cut off by Rick.
“They know better than to touch my shit!” He yelled angerly and you took a step back. Angry Rick was scary but in a way you kinda liked it. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with you, you thought.
“Well, there is only one other option!” Rick quickly grabbed you but the wrist and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding in. Rick started to pull you out onto the porch and across the street. You tried to protest and struggle out of his grip but he wouldn’t let go. His grip was rather strong for someone his age. No matter how hard you struggled, the tighter his grip got until you winced out in pain. Another bruise to add to the list of bruises that Rick had given you.
Once you were in the garage he grabbed his chair with his free hand before rather forcefully pushing you down onto it. you pouted when your back collided with the back of the chair, a small sting of pain rushed through your lower back from the force.
“Ow! What’s the big idea!” you yelled at him, by now even you were starting to get rather annoyed with how he thought he could just do whatever the hell he pleases without conscience.
“Either you have my portal gun or I lost it which I never do so until you tell me the truth you’re gonna sit there.” Rick glared down at you, his arms coming up to cross over his chest.
“I told you, I don’t have your stupid gun!” You yelled back, your face matching Rick’s as you stared each other down.
“It’s not stu- Look until I find out where it is. I ain’t letting you out of my sight.” Rick growled as he began to look around his garage.
You didn’t know what to say right now. You should be getting angry, yelling and screaming, anything for him to let you go back home but you weren’t. You weren’t going to do that because deep down inside you wanted to be here. you wanted to stay within eyesight of Rick. You wanted to be close to him. Your face erupted into a dark shade of crimson as you thought about it. Your mind once again started to make up scenarios and you wanted to mentally kick yourself for even thinking that way when he was standing right in front of you.
Your eyes couldn’t help but wander a bit as he moved around the garage, your eyes raked over his body and you swallowed loudly to yourself as you stared at him.
“Like what you see?”
Oh shit, you didn’t realise that Rick had been looking at you. He was looking over his shoulder at you with a smirk plastered on his face and you averted your gaze.
“J-Just making sure y-you’re not g-gonna try anything..” You hesitated as you spoke and you could hear Rick laugh softly as he continued to rummage through his things.
“Uh huh, like you’d stop me..”
You hated how this guy could make you lose train of thought and forget how to speak properly. You liked it, but you hated it all at the same time. You were just about to open your mouth to say a witty remark when a portal opened up right beside you.
“What the-!” You were in the midst of saying before someone popped out of the portal, this person looked exactly like Rick but with some minor differences.
“Yiiionk!” He simply said before grabbing your arm roughly and dragging you through the portal before Rick couldn’t even bat an eyelash.
“No, Noo! son of a bitch!” Was the last thing you heard Rick say before you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and your vision went black.
It started rather innocuously. The Box Ghost was rustling through some
boxes down by the docks when he got nipped on the finger by some sort of
Earth-thing. He didn’t think much
of it; his finger healed quickly.
By the time Phantom showed up to throw him back into the Infinite
Realms, the ghost had forgotten all about it.
What he didn’t know was that the small, fuzzy
Earth-thing had carried a disease known as rabies,
and that some of the virus had – almost impossibly – survived the transition
from rat-body to ghost-body. Those
few strands of viral coding found themselves uniquely suited for being inside a
ghost. They quickly and
efficiently replicated and spread.
While the cardboard-obsessed ghost would never show
most of the signs of the disease, that didn’t stop him from being a carrier. Two days after being infected, the Box
Ghost sneezed. It surprised him,
since ghosts don’t have lungs to sneeze with. But after standing still for a time and looking around and
seeing nothing important, the Box Ghost shrugged and moved on. Every now and then a sneeze would erupt
Several ghosts nearby laughingly called him the
Sneezing Ghost and started a petition to have his name changed. The Box Ghost sneezed on them and ran
With each sneeze, virus-sprinkled ectoplasm was
expelled from the Box Ghost. Very
quickly, that corner of the Zone was covered in splattered virus. And it spread.
Ghosts were very good at handling disasters, from
terrorists to human threats to massive take-over attempts. But the ghosts couldn’t even begin to
understand the threat now facing them: infectious disease.