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Rick looked around, somewhat apprehensive as he leaned against the shiny operating table located in the center of the room. Despite working closely with Prime for a couple months now, he had no idea this room existed or when it had even been built. Rick remembered having asked to see the blueprints of the lab within the first few weeks of hanging out with his cosmic twin, just out of sheer interest and curiosity when Prime had mentioned he’d designed a whole custom laboratory for himself. Rick couldn’t completely hide his envy since he’d been making do with the old garage that came with the house and battered equipment sourced through several local yard sales. It was undeniably perfect, Rick grudgingly thought to himself, poring over every inch of the blueprints with rapt fascination and a smidgen jealousy. The lab seemed to have everything and anything he could possibly need or want in the pursuit of knowledge. Whatever the lab lacked, Prime always turned up with it the next day. Rick never asked how; Prime never answered why.

But somehow, Rick couldn’t say he was completely surprised that Prime had either concealed or conveniently left this room off the layouts. There’d been many times Prime had “forgot” to mention a crucial detail that would have swayed Rick’s desire to accompany his twin on an outing. A trip to the store could mean just that— or, more often than not, spending an afternoon being chased by bullets, aliens or both. Rick was always short of a few pieces of the puzzle and always seemed to, quite crossly, find them hidden in his twin’s hands. Though, sometimes having plausible deniability wasn’t such a terrible thing. 

Rick wondered if now was one of those moments as he spotted a large drain in the corner of the room and a clearly bloodstained mop and bucket. He honestly didn’t want to know how much or how often it was being used. 

The room was spotless and minimal. Contrary to how he behaved during off hours, Prime tended to keep a surprisingly neat workspace. Sleek sterile surfaces gleamed under fluorescent operating lights and the L shaped countertop lining the walls was bare apart from a silver tray containing an array of surgical equipment and a large sink. A large mirror was fitted to one wall, spanning across from one side to the other, making the room appear to be much bigger than it actually was. 

Prime stood in front of this mirrored wall, busy pouring fluid from beakers into test tubes, swirling the contents with a careful eye. Rick watched as he pulled up a syringe full of bright orange liquid. He shivered, rubbing his arms lightly, as if already feeling the prick of the needle.

He trusted Prime enough to know that whatever was in there wouldn’t kill him exactly, but there was still some wariness around putting unknown substances into his body. He had no idea what might happen to him. Though, he supposed, that was precisely why they were doing this. To find out, right? It was just one little shot. How bad could it be?

“Nervous?” Prime smirked, catching his eye through the mirror as he locked and set the syringe to one side. “You’re not backing out of testing my new healing serum, are you?”

“No!” Rick lied, “It’s just cold in here.” A half truth— the room certainly did feel a lot colder compared to the lab upstairs where they had spent most of their time. He crossed his arms over his chest instead in an effort to look less fidgety. 

“Better get used to it. It’s about to get a lot colder.” Prime turned around grinning, leaning against the counter behind him. “Take off your clothes and lie down. Feet towards this side.” He patted the end of the operating table closest to him. 

“T-take off my clothes? Not just my shirt?” Rick balked a little, already starting to regret agreeing to this. “Aren’t we just— I thought you said— you said I only needed to take a shot!”

“I said we were testing the shot.” 

“I still don’t see why—“

“Standard operating procedure.” Prime said, waving an impatient hand, “chop chop, Sanchez, let’s go. I haven’t got all day to stand around and debate semantics with you.” 

Rick scowled but Prime refused to elaborate or explain, fixing him with a look that said get on with it. 

Grumbling, he began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He could feel Prime’s piercing gaze as he focused on removing each button, revealing his torso bit by bit. Shrugging the shirt off, he carefully set it on the counter next to him and sighed before he began unbuckling his pants. He’d just gotten them over his feet when Prime spoke up again, amusement in his voice. 

“Boxers too.” 

“What!” Rick protested, flushing red, “W-why!” 

“Listen, Rick,” the corner of Prime’s lip twitched, “I know you’re insecure about me seeing your tiny dick given how much of a schlong I’m packing— trust me, it’s not as easy as you might think, walking around with a donger this—“

“I do not have a tiny dick—“ Rick’s ears went red as he retorted. “It’s literally the same size—“

“If you needed help taking your underwear off, you should’ve just said—“ the grin on Prime’s face was insufferable as he began to walk toward Rick. “Or did you want me to undress you? ‘Cause I can do that too.”

“I can do it myself!” Rick made a face as he took a hasty step back from his advancing twin. “Don’t look.”

“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” Prime rolled his eyes, tutting as Rick turned away from him. “Unless you’re the Rick with two dicks?” 

Rick ignored the laughter, still feeling hot. Being completely naked in front of anyone was still an incredibly vulnerable feeling and he could feel Prime’s gaze rake over his back as he tugged his boxers down reluctantly. The warm fabric slipped over his hips and then dropped down to his ankles, pooling on the floor. He wasn’t that small, Rick thought to himself as he looked down to step out of them. Taking a deep breath, he turned back around, hands automatically covering his crotch lightly as he turned to face his reflection. 

Rick flinched when he caught sight of himself in the mirror behind Prime. The cold fluorescence made his pale skin take on a sickly tinge of bloodless blue. Gaunt shadows cut into his body sharply making him look more like a mannequin or a living doll. A tiny seed of dread and foreboding planted into his stomach. 

“Up you get.” Prime patted the table cheerfully. 

There was no way to get onto the operating table without using his hands. Rick sighed inwardly as he pulled his hands away from himself, face reddening as his twin’s grin widened, obviously taking a full unashamed look at what was dangling between his legs. 

“Take a picture, pal,” Rick complained as he climbed onto the slightly higher than comfortable table, “it’ll still be better than anything you’ve got saved in your spank bank.”

“Great idea— I should make it my screensaver.” Prime winked as he pretended to reach for his phone in his pocket. 

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Rick flipped him off as he lay down. As soon as his back hit the cold steel, he jumped a little— a smattering of goosebumps rising as he fought off the chill that sapped away his warmth instantly upon contact but before he could fully rise, four metal bands seamlessly emerged to wrap around his wrists and ankles. “Hey! What the hell!”

Prime pulled on a pair of latex gloves with a snap before taking the syringe in hand. Carefully checking each restraint, he circled the operating table holding his squirming twin down. 

“Squirm all you want,” Prime’s free hand clamped around his forearm, “but don’t blame me if I have to stick this in twice because you made me miss a vein.”

“Restraints for a shot of healing serum are a little excessive, don’t you think?” Rick’s hand clenched into a fist as the needle approached the crook of his arm. “You scared I’m gonna hulk out or something?”

“Haha, nah,” Prime shook his head, “this is for your protection, not mine. I could put you down like an animal even without them.” 

“What do you mean my protection—“ Rick stifled a grunt as the needle punctured the soft, thin skin of his arm. The serum travelled through his veins like a warm burn of whiskey taken neat, leaving his skin feeling oddly tingly and sensitive. 

Rick’s body went slack for a moment as he gazed up at the blinding lights above him. The room still felt oppressively cold but Rick could barely feel it through the warm protective net wrapping around his organs and muscles.

“Feel okay?” Prime asked as he rubbed his hand over his arm lightly, “you don’t mind a bit of bruising, do you?” He turned around without waiting for an answer, pulling the silver tray closer to him. “Isn’t this exciting, Rick? How often do you get to experiment on live test subjects? Much less ones that will give you such personalised results.” Prime whistled a casual tune as he surveyed his collection of bright blades lined up like sharp teeth. 

Rick wouldn’t call what he was feeling excitement as he lay strapped to the table— every hair on his body raised at the suspiciously breezy tone that only came out of his twin when he was up to no good. 

Prime grinned as he selected a medium sized scalpel that glinted in his hand. 

“Isn’t she pretty?” He turned the silver blade, catching the glare of fluorescent light, “I sharpened her myself. You won’t feel a thing, I promise.”

“You—“ Rick swallowed, mouth feeling dry as dust, “y-you’re…. You’re cutting me open?” 

Suddenly, being naked in front of his twin seemed like a trivial concern as he eyed the scalpel warily. No anesthesia? Was he expected to— to—

“Duh,” Prime was amused as he twirled the knife between his fingers nonchalantly, “How else am I going to test the healing serum if there’s nothing to heal? But if you’re feeling brave, I suppose I could toss you in the trash compactor— see how long it takes to heal from that. That was actually my first choice, but you know what? I thought that carving you out would be a way more intimate affair—” 

The scalpel gleamed, catching light as Prime gestured with it casually, listing off other gristly ways to push the human body to its limits. 

A cold muted chill settled over Rick as he watched Prime talk at him, mouth opening and closing— barely registering what was being said to him over the loud thoughts of what was about to happen to him. 

Sliced open like a carcass or crushed to death by machine violence. Both sent bolts of icy fear shooting down his spine. 

The seeds of dread and foreboding turned into thick vines of horror, wrapping around his body tightly— rooting him to the surface where he lay trapped like a butterfly mounted on a cork board. 

“P-Prime—“ Rick’s eyes widened, a cold sweat soaking his naked body. “W-wait— hold on— l-let’s talk about this for a sec—“

Prime raised his arm high like he was about to plunge the blade in up to his wrist. The curve of the blade matched his twin’s gleaming grin. Rick could already feel the sharp tip piercing his skin— a hot gush of blood spraying from his chest like one of those cheesy slashers they watched on Friday nights sometimes. 

His vision started to flicker as he struggled against the steel bands, trying to shrink away from the knife. But it was only putting off the inevitable. As soon as cold metal touched his skin— Rick jolted, gasping out. His eyes were screwed shut— certain that the quick action had caused the blade to sink in further than it was supposed to. 

Prime started laughing as he tapped Rick’s cheek with the butt of the scalpel.

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“So… you don’t wanna grow old?”

“Fuck no! Why the hell would I willingly let myself go? You see this? Do you know how much force is needed to snap a bone? Definitely not as much as you think. We’re basically made up of twigs. Why would I want to watch these pathetic matchsticks become even weaker? In fact— I’m gonna make sure that every bone in my body will be replaced by the time I’m thirty because there ain’t no way I’m letting this hot piece of ass sit around and rot in a chair. Excuse me, but you’d have to agree that seeing this become a wrinkly sack of skin and balls would be a total loss for the observable universe.”

“Like— you specifically?”

“Of course me specifically. Who else would I be talking about? You?”

“Right, silly me. I forgot I was talking to the narcissist.”

“That’s Mr. Narcissist to you.”

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If i could beam the scenes i have into my head straight into gdocs id actually be unstoppable

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I JUST WANNA SEE SOME WHOLESOME SANCHEZ FAMILY + PRIME CONTENT IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR 😔🫠

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i did my own background for this one!!

These were all completed months ago, but I wanted to post everything with the fic hhhhh

i wasn't super happy with the first draft but the more i edited the more frustrated I got with the fic and AHHHHH IT JUST WASNT WORKING. My heart is heavy because i rewrote this fic 6 times, but it just wasnt coming together the way i wanted to and i just HHHHHHHHHH :/// this ones just gonna have to rot in the drive tbh

im very sad but still so happy with the commission ;v; anyway ;w;

I commissioned @duvetbunny for this one!! My first ever commission and it turned out exceedingly well!!!! I'm genuinely so happy with it ;w;w; thank you again, friend <333

Fic excerpt below the cut:

Rick sighed, a happy hum leaving the corners of his lips upturned. He heard his twin echo his sigh of contentment, the breathy sound pressed up against his ears.  “So where to next?” Where to next, indeed.  With over 400 billion planets in the Milky Way alone, they were certainly spoiled for choice. Thank God, Prime had a busy itinerary all planned out ahead of time. There was only so much he left up to random chance. They streaked across ice giants with cracked surfaces— each crevasse deeper than three Empire State buildings stacked on top of one another. The speeder hurtled across the snowy tundra and skimmed over jagged glaciers at hair-raising speeds. It was nothing short of thrilling as they explored frozen warrens kilometers wide and whizzed past dazzling icy turrets twisted with dark aquamarine and cobalt gradients. And when it got too cold for the forcefield to keep up— they headed for a desert planet, racing gargantuan worms with rings of sharp teeth for mouths, ploughing through the sandy dunes as easily as dolphins dipping through water with the heat of the sun warming their backs.  “Next time I’ll bring wetsuits so you can see how she handles being underwater.” Prime whooped as he pulled the speeder up, just above the worms’ reach. They hovered above the majestic creatures, watching the great clouds of sand and dust billow and settle as their tails disappeared into their nest, miles beneath the golden sands stained rusty red from a nearby setting sun.

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Through squinted eyes, Rick stood frozen in disbelief, the teleportation launcher nearly slipping out of his hands as a man shrouded by an intense glow, caught the apple and stepped into his garage with an easy loping stride— seemingly out of nowhere. Even with the sci-fi jacket and the scruffy mullet he’d recognise himself anywhere. A twin? No— a version of himself. But from a different… reality? An alternate dimension? How was this possible? Questions and theories flooded his mind, rewriting everything he ever knew about quantum physics. 

“Well, well, well.” The young man said, crunching into the ripe apple in his fist as he spoke. “If it isn't us. You know the worst part about inventing teleportation? Suddenly, you're able to travel the whole galaxy, and the first thing you learn is, you're the last guy to invent teleportation.” 

Rick stared at his doppelganger, watching him swallow his bite before the cocky son of a bitch tossed the bitten apple over his shoulder through one of the portals Rick had painstakingly opened, coming out the other side as a pile of charred ash. 

“But you’re the second guy to have ever given it a pretty close shot— I’ll tell you that much.” His twin inspected the burnt remains, sweeping it onto the floor carelessly. “Fortunately, you’re about to invent something much more powerful. With my help and genius, of course.”

“And what makes you think I’d help the guy that’s just incinerated my lunch?” Rick frowned suspiciously, arms hugging his faulty invention close to his chest. 

“Let me ask you this, then. Have you ever felt like you were the smartest guy in the room? What’s it like to have to cater to inferior minds that believe that Earth is flat and God resides in a cracker?”

Rick was silent as his doppelgänger drew closer to him. 

“Lonely.” He admitted. 

“It is, isn’t it.” The young man agreed. You already know you’ll never make it out of the Milky Way even if you’re travelling at the speed of light. That’s why you’ve come to the conclusion that the invention of teleportation is critical. If you wanna make the most of your transient lifetime, that is.” 

He tugged the teleportation launcher out of Rick’s arms, turning it over in his hands. 

“You’re onto something here. It still needs some work and a redesign, but with some tweaks— we could be skateboarding on Alpha Centaurus with a stegosaurus right from the comfort of your home. Bet you’ve never done that before. Look, I already have the schematics drawn up here—”

He shook back his sleeve and pressed a button on his wrist. Rick raised a brow at the holographic blueprint hovering in the air before stepping closer to inspect the projected prototype and the formula proofs. 

“You forgot to carry the one here.” Rick remarked, unimpressed arms folded across his chest. 

“What!” The man brought his wrist close to his face, squinting over his work. “Anyway, look, it's a working progress, okay?” The holograph flickered off quickly. “The point is, I’m you but better in every way, of course, that’s why I’m standing here holding the bulk of the schematics designed to innovate the future and you’re… well, you’re wearing blue pants that don’t match your shoes, creating half-assed portals.”

Rick scoffed, rolling his eyes at that. 

“But I’m here now… and I think we could achieve greatness together. Imagine being able to travel anywhere, anytime. Do you know what we could accomplish in one month— let alone our entire lifetime? Don’t you remember wondering what’s beyond the Kuiper Belt? The Oort Cloud? If, no, when— we build this thing— you’ll never have to wonder about anything for the rest of our lives. Don’t you see? We’re on the brink of the greatest scientific discovery since the theory of relativity. They’ll be saying Einstein who? It’s Rick Sanchez, period.”

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how funny to see the new show op for s8

i was literally thinking about young rick showing up to one of nimbus' sex parties way back in the day lmaoooo

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“Life isn’t about running away from death; it’s about seeing how long you can run away from it.”

“And you think you can outrun death forever?”

“Maybe— possibly. I wouldn’t rule it out— but I definitely have some thoughts. Cloning, maybe.”

“But you said so yourself— the human body is weak and horribly fragile and the universe… an unstoppable beast with fangs and claws. Even if you made a bunch of clones, how could you be sure they’d be able to carry out a coherent thought? Whether or not we use the same DNA, it doesn’t guarantee that the clone would inherit your… our convictions about the universe. I mean, think about how long it would take to get it up to speed—”

“Okay, then. What if I told you it was possible to backup your memory— a digital snapshot— a save point, if you will.”

“Is it?”

“I dunno. But like I said— I wouldn’t rule it out.” 

“Hm.”

“Yeah.”

“...So then—”

“So, then I'd just make a backup of my backup. And copy and paste, I dunno— several thousand times over.”

“Like a phoenix.”

“Rising from the ashes, baby.”

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WHY ARE THERE TWO SEATS AFTER HE SUPPOSEDLY WENT LOOKING FOR RICK? WHYYYY???? :))))))

I have so many thoughts about this 🫠

Whats the truth here, Rick?

Why do you have a two seater cruiser?? Did you make your single seater before or AFTER you met Prime? Is it even YOUR ship?

Why does your ��old’ cruiser look newer than your current one? Why does it look like it has Prime’s design sense all over it? 🤔🤔

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Problem Child - ACDC

Young!Prime’s song fr

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talking shit

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ive been marinating on this but consider THIS:

young rick AND prime defiling the clone straight out of the cloning vat im JUST SAYING

okay but i lowkey need a prickcest fic where young rick gets railed by prime and his clone 🤷 im js

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Morty: What's wrong Rick? Is it the quantum carburetor or something?

Rick: Quantum carburetor? Jesus Morty, you can't just add a sci-fi word to a car word and hope it means something.

(morty is me writing fic tbh)

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Wondering if i should repost that drunk bottom!prime prickcest fic back on ao3 🤔

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if rick and morty are really rebuilding the citadel and we get to have a citadel episode im definitely more interested in seeing what happens in s8

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all i see is prickcest tbh

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okay but i lowkey need a prickcest fic where young rick gets railed by prime and his clone 🤷 im js