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Despite what Apa Roier says, Pepito knows a great many things about the world.

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The Ocean is big. It's where Pepito and Apa Roier and all the other Pepitos live, but there's still room for SO MANY other Pepitos!!

Pepito's gills don't work right all the time, so Apa Roier and Pepito's other dads all have to swim slowly so they don't lose him. This is called "asthma", and Pepito is probably gonna grow out of it soon!

Water Pepitos live in The Ocean. Sky Pepitos live outside of The Ocean. Pepito hasn't ever seen a Sky Pepito before, but Apa Roier has, and he says that Sky Pepitos are all ugly and they smell bad.

Apa Roier will return Pepito to the bottom of the ocean and get a new Pepito if Pepito isn't a good Pepito.

Pepito knows that last thing very well. He pretends that he doesn't because it makes Apa Roier said every time Pepito mentions being traded in for a new Pepito, but it's true. It has to be! Apa Roier and Apa Mariana both say it, and they're never wrong!

So, when Pepito does the Very Bad Thing, he doesn't wait for Apa Roier to find out. He swims himself to the bottom of the sea, and he curls into a ball, and he pulls his glasses off so he can cry without getting them all gross, and then he cries.

There's blood under Pepito's claws; he can't get it out no matter how hard he scrubs at them with the sand, it won't come out and that just shows how evil Pepito is, because Pepito is a bad Pepito and now Pepito may as well just die. Apa Roier will get a new Pepito, and they'll be much happier together because that Pepito won't be a monster like Pepito is.

The bottom of the ocean is silent, because the only people who live there are lost little mermaids (like how Pepito and Sunny and Empi all used to be) and bad people. Bad Pepitos, just like Pepito is now.

The worst of the bunch is the Sea Witch, known for his eight long scary tentacles and his glowing white eyes and his evil magic. Apa Roier says that the Sea Witch eats lost little Pepitos, and Pepito believes him, because Apa Roier is always right.

Pepito sniffles and rolls onto his back, staring blindly up at the sun rippling above. It's blurry, and its light barely reaches the bottom of the ocean, but it's pretty. It looks... warm. And Pepito is very, very cold.

Normally when the water is a bit too cold, one of Pepito's dads or Ama Rivers will take Pepito into their arms and hold him real tight until he's warmed up. He always treats it like a hug even if Apa Roier doesn't usually hug back, but that's fine because all the others hug back.

("He's a good boy," Apa Roier says. He glares over Pepito's shoulder at Luzu. "Not a killer. Can you get that through your skull, hmm?")

Pepito's lip wobbles and he covers his eyes with his hands before he gets any bright ideas. He doesn't deserve bright ideas, he's a villain. He doesn't deserve the sun, he doesn't deserve to be a son. He's no better than a... than a... than a pirate!!

Pirates are evil, Apa Roier says so. He met a pirate once when he visited the Sky, and he says that he never wants to see a pirate again. They stink and their teeth are rotten and their nails are blunt and they don't even have tails. All they do is kill and steal and fight and they're horrible- villains!

Maybe that's where Pepito belongs, with the pirates, not in The Ocean. He deserves to have stinky breath and bad teeth and whatever the heck "legs" are (Pepito doesn't know, but Apa Quackity always starts laughing when he describes them, so they have to be stupid.)

The Ocean is where all the Good Pepitos live. Pepito isn't a Good Pepito anymore, so he needs to leave.

There's only one person who can make Pepito into a Sky Pepito, and he lives at the bottom of the ocean.

Pepito whimpers at the thought, but he quickly wipes his eyes and sets his jaw into a firm, determined expression. He slips his glasses back on, and he pushes off of the ocean floor and goes in search of the Sea Witch.

It's what he deserves.

-

The Sea Witch isn't too happy to see Pepito, but he lets Pepito into his house and sits Pepito down with a plate of fish on his couch, and he listens.

With a frown on his scary face, the Sea Witch asks, "Okay, but what did you actually do?"

Pepito's eyes start watering at the thought, but he answers anyway, because he has to if he wants the Sea Witch to help him.

"I... I did a Very Bad Thing," he whispers, curling in on himself. He wipes at his eyes and looks away to the side. "If I don't become a pirate, then I'll have to go to jail down here, and I don't wanna go to jail, Mister The Sea Witch. Pepitos aren't meant for jail."

"Pepitos aren't meant to be pirates, either. You're a good kid! What happened?"

Pepito just shakes his head in response. He's crying again, but that's fine. Apa Roier always cries, and nobody ever notices, so the Sea Witch probably hasn't noticed Pepito's tears. Maybe he's blind? He doesn't have any eye holes in his eyes (what are they called, pupils?)

There's quiet, but eventually the Sea Witch lets out a long sigh and nods.

"Fine," he says. "But-" (He cuts Pepito off as Pepito snaps his head up and starts thanking him.) "-I get to pick the pirate crew you go with. I know a bunch of pirates, I'll find a super evil one for you to go with."

That sounds... scary. But Pepito has to be a Brave Pepito. If he says no, then the Sea Witch might eat him, and Pepito doesn't wanna die. Pepito just wants to live in misery agonizing over his mistake for the rest of his unholy, evil life. That's all.

So Pepito nods and reaches out to hug the Sea Witch (it's how Pepito thanks his parents at home, and they like it well enough.)

The Sea Witch hums and hugs Pepito back. "There, there. It'll all be fine, Pepito. This big, scary pirate is going to take good care of you, I promise."

And that sounds scary, but it's fine! Pepito is brave!!

A moment passes, and then the Sea Witch pulls out of the hug and leaves to go get his spell ingredients.

Pepito sits on the couch, and he closes his eyes, and he imagines feeling the sun for the first time in his life, and he pretends that he doesn't already have a big hole in his heart from leaving his parents.

(But, really, they were going to leave him if he didn't leave them. So it's fine.)

-

(Meanwhile, Roier gets home from visiting Bobby's grave to find an empty house. He, of course, panics. Mariana and Quackity are both on vacation, and Rivers is across the reef sparring with Fit, and gods only know where Carre is, and Pepito literally doesn't go anywhere without one of his parents so. So.

Roier's halfway through searching the house when the entire reef shakes. He dashes to a window and looks out just in time to watch a huge column of light erupt from the drop-off point to the bottom of the sea.

He swears and grabs his bag and rushes out the door, not bothering to close it behind him.

Fucking BadBoy...!)

-

The sun is warm. Pepito thinks he loves it, and he thinks it loves him back with how much sunlight is on him as he and the Sea Witch walk through the Sky Pepito town.

It's a shame he can't say as much. His throat hurts, but it isn't from asthma this time. It's from magic.

"Remember, Pepito, you can't talk when you're on land," the Sea Witch reminds him. "I got you legs and lungs, but you had to give me something in return."

A pause.

"If your dad asks, it was your idea. Not mine. I had nothing to do with this."

Pepito nods, duh.

The Sky Pepito Town is huge, though! So many Pepitos, all wearing different outfits and with legs.

Pepito looks down at his own legs thoughtfully. He doesn't know what to think of them quite yet. They look goofy, but he almost likes them better than he likes his tail.

...Liked his tail. Because he can never go in The Ocean again. If he does, then the magic will run out, and he'll have to go home and watch his parents all interact with the new Pepito they'll have gotten while he was away.

But the buildings in the Sky are so tall! They're taller than even Apa Mariana, and he's HUGE!! And all the Sky Pepitos are tall, too! Taller than Pepito, anyway...

Maybe Pepito would be taller if he got shoes. The Sea Witch had managed to magic up some clothes for him before they got into town, but apparently shoes are hard.

Pepito wiggles his toes as he walks. He smiles. Now these? Really silly.

Pepito walks obediently beside the Sea Witch as the Sea Witch leads him through the town's winding streets towards the docks, which is where the pirates live. Supposedly.

"Now, remember, this guy is super evil," the Sea Witch warns him. "So you need to watch out."

Pepito nods, though he only halfway listens as the Sea Witch continues talking about this super scary pirate captain they're going to. Because, really, how much worse can the pirate captain be than Pepito? It's not like he did the Very Bad Thing.

Pepito isn't paying attention, so he doesn't notice the enormous ship in front of him until he's being led up to a bridge leading up to its... roof?

(What are the parts of a boat, again?)

"Cellbit!" the Sea Witch calls, one hand cupped around his mouth. "I have a present for you!"

Pepito winces at the volume, but he doesn't cover his ears. That would be rude, and he needs to make a good first impression if he wants to show how evil he is to the captain.

Pepito watches the ship's roof until he sees a sign of movement. And then... there he is. The pirate captain, the evil one. Captain Celbi.

According to the Sea Witch, Captain Celbi is the most wanted pirate on the seven seas. The Sea Witch says that Captain Celbi eats people, but he didn't say that Captain Celbi murders them, so maybe he isn't that evil after all. Pepito's probably worse than he is.

Captain Celbi looks small when he's on the roof, but he gets bigger and bigger as he walks down the bridge, and then he's huge when he's standing in front of Pepito with his hands on his hips.

He has a sword, is the first thing that Pepito notices. Second is the scar stretching across his face from his left eyebrow down to the right side of his chin. His hair is long, tied back and hidden under a bit, three-pointed hat; but where are his ears? His eyes are so blue that they remind Pepito of The Ocean.

He looks down at Pepito with his mouth twisted into a worried line.

Pepito tries to look intimidating. He puffs his chest out and stands up tall and furrows his eyebrows the way Ama Rivers does before one of her fights.

Captain Celbi looks to the Sea Witch with a couple of rapid, confused blinks.

"Bad," he says, "what the fudge is this?"

Pepito can't introduce himself, so he just waves. Evilly.

The Sea Witch answers for him, how nice!

"This is Pepito," he says, putting a hand on the top of Pepito's head. "He said that he wants to become a pirate."

Pepito nods.

Captain Celbi blinks again before looking back down at Pepito.

Slowly, the captain crouches in front of him, hands on his knees to brace himself.

"You really want to be a pirate?" he asks.

Pepito nods again, firmly. Evilly. He's evil, just like Captain Celbi is.

"It's very dangerous," the captain continues. "Can you handle that?"

Pepito nods a third time. He squeezes his mouth into a determined line. He's got this.

The captain stares at him, and then he stands and grabs the Sea Witch by the arm and says, "Bad, can we talk?"

The Sea Witch doesn't get a chance to argue before getting dragged away and into the crowd.

Pepito watches them go. There's... a lot of people.

A lot of people.

Who knew there were so many Sky Pepitos!?

Pepito steps backwards until his back is against a tall barrel. He looks down at his hands and immediately tears his eyes away from them because there's still blood under his nails even now that his claws have been dulled into weird beige flat things.

Suddenly, and for whatever reason, Pepito misses Apa Roier. He's good with people. He'd be friends with the entire town by now, because he's a good person. Pepito isn't, though. His only friends are going to be the pirates on Captain Celbit's boat.

Yay.

Eventually, Captain Celbi and the Sea Witch come back.

Captain Celbi looks... less confused, but he still looks a little puzzled. He looks at Pepito like he's the puzzle, which is silly. Pepito's Pepito! Nothing crazy about him.

The Sea Witch, though, looks pleased. He bends down and ruffles Pepito's hair briefly before standing and cracking his back with a wince.

"Welp, I'll be on my way. Pepito," he says, looking Pepito in the eye, "take care of Cellbit for me. He might be a super evil pirate, but he can be a bit silly sometimes."

"Hey!" Captain Celbi protests, lightly smacking the Sea Witch's arm. "Fuck you, man!"

"Language!" the Sea Witch snaps.

Pepito giggles, surprising both himself and the Sea Witch. Huh, guess the magic only took away his voice, not his noise.

Captain Celbi's mouth twitches. He blinks slowly, crouching again and extending a hand.

"Pepito, right?" he softly asks.

At Pepito's nod, Captain Celbi continues, louder, "After you shake my hand, you'll officially be part of my crew. There's no going back, okay?"

Briefly, Pepito considers going back home. He never said goodbye; his parents would've said goodbye before abandoning him for a new Pepito, at least.

But he bites his tongue and takes Captain Celbi's hand, anyway. His hand only manages to hold four of Captain Celbi's fingers, but that's fine. Pepito will be a big Pepito soon.

Captain Celbi nods, and he stands.

He looks at the Sea Witch and says, "Tell Foolish I say hi, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." The Sea Witch nods. He glances down at Pepito. "Be careful, okay?"

"Please," Captain Celbi scoffs. "I'm always careful."

The Sea Witch rolls his eyes, and then Pepito blinks his eyes, and then the Sea Witch is gone.

"What a creepy guy," Captain Celbi comments.

He looks down at Pepito and smiles- he has fangs, what!? So cool...

"Come on, Pepito, we should get on board before my crew leaves us behind."

Pepito's eyes widen in panic, and he runs off for the bridge up to the ship's roof, accidentally pulling Captain Celbi behind him because maybe Pepito forgot to let go of his hand. Maybe.

But Captain Celbi doesn't say a thing. He doesn't pull his hand away, either. (He has to be soooo scared of Pepito!)

Pepito gets to the ship's roof and gasps, eyes flicking from the ship's big stick to the big wheel to the group of people watching Pepito and Captain Celbi back to the big stick.

There's another kid in the group of people, Pepito notices. He's glaring, arms crossed.

Pepito shrinks back and steps behind Captain Celbi; he may be evil, but this other kid seems scary. Cool, but scary.

"Everyone, meet Pepito," the captain announces. He's still holding Pepito's hand despite the stares, wow, he's tough! "Bad brought him up from underwater so he can learn how to be a pirate."

A woman in the group raises a hand. "Are we pirates now?"

Captain Celbi shrugs. "I guess. Can't be that hard, can it?"

What?

Pepito snaps his head up to stare at the captain in shock. What?

But...

Oh! They're lying. Just like Apa Roier said pirates do, they're all scumbags and liars!

That makes much more sense.

Pepito pokes his head out from behind Captain Celbi and offers the most evil smile he can muster. He even waves, evilly; to his confusion, most of the other pirates smile back. Except the kid, who huffs and looks away moodily.

(Captain Celbi is the captain, but this kid must be the boss. Hmm...)

"Baghera, can you help Pepito find a bunk downstairs?" Captain Celbi orders. "I need to finish taking inventory with Pac before we can get going."

The woman who had spoken up earlier grins and salutes, stepping forward and taking Pepito by the hand.

"Come on, Pepito," she says. "You can sleep near me. Unlike some people, I don't snore."

The captain starts shouting in protest, but Baghera just giggles and skips away with Pepito by her side.

As they head down into the bowels of the ship, Pepito takes one last look up at the sun. He waves goodbye to it.

(He just wishes that he got to say goodbye to Apa Roier...)

-

(Meanwhile, Bad hums as he tends to his plants in his garden. He's just returned from dropping Pepito off with Cellbit, and he's exhausted.

He doesn't look up as a shadow falls over him.

"What the fudge did you do to my Pepito?" Roier demands.

He levels his sword at Bad's Adam's apple; its point digs in slightly, drawing sickly green blood.

Bad calmly pulls his neck backwards.

"Look up," is all Bad says in response.

And that's when the shadow of Cellbit's ship passes over them. They'll have been sailing for, what, an hour now? Just long enough for Pepito to have gotten settled in. (Hopefully, Richarlyson hasn't gotten jealous yet...)

"Fuck," Roier swears. He drops his sword into the sand and runs his fingers through his hair, pacing through the water in frustration.

In a flash, he turns back to Bad and demands, "Me, too. Take me up, too."

Bad hums. "I don't know, you'll have to give something up."

"Yes, yes, I know, just- take this."

Roier points to his bottom-most pair of eyes. (Honestly, Bad hasn't figured out what the heck kind of fish he is.) Without those, he'll be down to two eyes, and he'll basically be blind.

Eh, it'll work.

"Oh, fine," Bad sighs. He gives Roier a look. "But we'll have to wait until they make port again. I can't just stick you up there like this, it'll scare him."

Roier frowns. "What?"

That settles Bad's suspicions, then. Roier really doesn't know what Pepito did, huh.

Well. He's going to find out.

Bad just hopes Roier doesn't scare the poor kid when he gets to the surface and realizes that Pepito's new best friend is Cellbit of all people. All those feelings, ew.)

-_-_-_-

A/N:

Hey guys!! PLEASE reblog this! And leave an ask or a comment or a tag or a whatever telling me your thoughts and questions! Let me know if you want more, because there is more!

Rambles of a lunatic

(And ofc, some Omori music to go with my Horrortale ramblings)

GUAH!! I can't formulate my words as well as I want to, but I gotta write this out and hopefully make SOME sense???

Other than my recent obsession with Mouthwashing, I have been thinking of Horrortale and my obsession with the brothers.

Ough, my heart hurts thinking of everyone underground, and how both brothers focus on being there for their home in different ways.

Saint, the echo of who he used to be, now as a guard that does better providing for Snowdin than Undyne and her royal guard. I'm sure that he had to deal with conflict in ways that were harsh, but overall protected them. To me, he always seemed like someone who was a passive individual up until Frisk left and things started going south. Once he was stripped of his choice and had to go through such a harmful injury, I'm sure that he went home changed in more ways than one. I can imagine that he would prevent any harm of those around him if he can help it, and that he would be protective of those who struggle to be independent and assertive. He seems to me like he would be protective of his brother even more than before once he realizes that Undyne has most likely become harsher and more cruel to him even if she realizes it or not. Something I also wonder is if he fed the underground human meat because he feels responsibility for them being stuck underground currently. He seemed to me as a skeleton who provided hope in others before, and now he provides a security in Snowdin as well. How haunted is he by memories nowadays? What eats away at him in a way nothing else could?

Ohhh....and Lunar. Imagine the anger he felt, the fear he felt when he realized that his own brother was hurt all because of his best friend? And imagine the anger as he realizes that a reason for his transformation is due to not only Starvation, but because he ate a "mystery meat" that his brother provided to keep him and Snowdin alive. Forced to be a mediator between your own brother despite him feeding you 'mystery' meat without you knowing and your best friend who caused the hole in your brother's skull? To add to it, he would have to also help protect and defend Snowdin too, wouldn't he? Mediation of rations, emotions, and learning to fix tears in the clothes Snowdin wears. I think if he was lonely before, he probably became a better representation of hope than Saint due to his hesitant optimism and resourcefulness. He has to watch those around him change but I'm sure he feels that he has to stay as close to the same as possible or else the underground would spiral even more so than before!

Their relationship would be so complicated and filled with hurt, I think. My headcanon for Saint only accidentally killing a human because of his uncontrollable and reactive anger and then realizing that the possibility of feeding them to Snowdin is present? I'm sure he felt it was rational, even if he tried to avoid telling Lunar. Then, Lunar finds out on his own since it's clear he and the others at this point are changing physically? The fighting, the hurt. I imagine that Saint would be the least physically changed other than his LV levels and physical changes to adapt to the harsh environment. I think he'd be scrawny, much more unhealthy than Lunar, but just grow in height and become more "jagged" since the LV must be doing something. I also imagine that Lunar changes physically for similar reasons, but his body is still somehow surviving because of the 'mystery meat'. It's not technically c@nnibalism, but it must hurt inside knowing that he befriended the last human and then ate the next.

They hurt me so much and I love them both so much like omgomgomgomgomg

the way...

the way "wolf/rabbit " and "predator/prey" dynamic has a grip on me.

everyone eating some corn flakes and there's Rick eating a rainbow tooth rotting sugar filled alien cereal

and look at Morty, he's so adorable his little face I can't, they are both so cute Rick is always looks so cute eating

😭😭😭 he has his own blue bowl and all

look at him, grown ass man btw, sulking like a seven year old

im a little bit slow and it just accrued to me that I read all your fanfiction on ao3 (I actually read few of them two or three times, they are so good I couldn't help myself) so hi! big fan over here, you're doing god's work for real🩷

a smol prickcest ficlet inspired by @sleepylotus137 's prompt the other day!! Summary: Prime is hurt after coming back from a solo mission and Rick patches him up. Rated: T tw: blood, injury

Rick jumped as he heard the muffled slam of the front door all the way from the basement. Instantly, his stomach twisted with nerves as his heart began beating against his chest. That didn’t sound good. Prime had left earlier to run a few errands, insisting that Rick stay at the apartment. He’d already felt apprehensive suspicion when Prime told him he wasn’t needed-- they always went together. If there was a reason Prime didn’t want him coming along, it was because there was some shady shit going on. Prime wasn’t sneaky and Rick wasn’t stupid. He quickly set the beaker full of neon green fluid on the worktop and made his way up the stairs, where he could hear Prime taking his aggression out on the furniture, swearing loudly in Spanish. 

“Hijo de tu pinche madre, métete conmigo y verás lo que te pasa!”* 

There was a trail of bloody spots leading into the kitchen where he found Prime, leaning over the sink of the kitchenette, clutching his side as he rinsed blood off his face. Rick quickly took in the way Prime was shaking uncontrollably. His jacket had been torn in several places, but the worst of it was on the left side that was wet and dark red. His fingers that were staunching the bloody injury on his side were stained with fresh red.

“W-what the fuck happened!?” Rick hurried over, his mind spiraling into theories and possibilities of the worst case scenario. Prime was in a foul mood and he didn’t want to get too close and aggravate him further, but the amount of blood that was pooling on the floor was worrying him.

“Nothing.” Prime bit out through gritted teeth. “Fucking filthy bitch fuckers think they can fuck with me.” He trailed off muttering more insults under his breath as the water ran over his swollen hand, bruised and angry. “Made sure they won’t fucking to do that again though. See if they can pull some fucked shit from beyond the fucking grave.”

“What happened to the--”

“They tried to fucking undercut me.” Prime snapped, “Fucking Yarzik fuckers can’t tell the difference between quantity and quality.”

“T-take your jacket off-- let me see--”

“I don’t need help-- this is--” Prime swore loudly as a fresh gush of warm blood spilled over his fingers and he groaned in pain. “Fuck me, this fucking blows.”

“Don’t be fucking stupid! Take your jacket off now so I can see.” Rick ordered, moving in closer to help. Prime grudgingly acquiesced letting Rick pull his zipper down. He hissed as the fabric rubbed against the open wound and began trembling again.

They managed to get the torn jacket off, dropping it on the floor where it fell to a crumpled heap. Prime’s long sleeved shirt was completely soaked through with blood that Rick could smell the coppery scent. With as much blood as Prime was losing, it would be unwise to try and pull the shirt off in case the wound opened up further. Rick grabbed a pair of kitchen scissors and began cutting through the shirt so he could see the damage. A laser bullet had taken a good chunk out of the side of Prime’s rib, miraculously missing vital organs and bone. It had been too close though, one centimeter over and it would have pierced his left lung. It was bad, but it could have been much worse. Rick knew basic first aid but he never imagined he’d have to dabble in medical surgery until he found himself teaming up with Prime. The nearest alien hospital was at least 15 parsecs away so they’d become accustomed to patching each other up after adventures.

“Stitches-- ten maybe.” Rick assessed, thinking quickly. His finger tapped against his knee as he remembered that they’d run out of anesthetic. He considered making it from scratch but it would take far too much time. Rick looked around and spied the bottle of tequila they’d been drinking the night before sitting on the small table that doubled up as a cluttered desk and dining space.

“Here, drink this.” He reached up and grabbed the bottle off the table and pressed it into Prime’s hand that wasn’t injured. “You’re gonna-- you’re gonna need it.”

He hurried into the bathroom, pulling out the medikit and located a few bottles of healing ointment. When he came back with his arms full, Prime was sitting on the floor slumped against the cabinets breathing in deeply. 

“Y-you ready?” Rick asked while he fished out some cotton pads and unscrewed the cap on a bottle of distilled water. “Let me see the-- the wound.”

Prime slowly removed his hand and his palm came away slicked with sticky crimson. At least the blood was beginning to coagulate a little bit. The area needing critical medical attention looked dark and mangled, bits of burnt flesh had curled back from the heat and force of the bullet. Blood was drying in various states; matte, sticky and wet as it was exposed to oxygen. Rick swallowed a little, feeling some revulsion, but he poured out some of the water onto the cotton pad.

“Just-- just gonna clean it up a little okay?” 

Prime jerked his head in a get on with it sort of way, jaw clenched hard. Rick took a deep breath and with a steady hand that belied his nerves, he began dabbing at the area gently, trying to clear away some of the blood. The white cotton bloomed with red, soaking up the blood easily. Prime twitched and took a few long swallows of the tequila, wincing a little. Rick went through seven cotton pads before he deemed the area clear enough. The blood had slowed to a trickle but the wound still looked raw and angry. 

“This is going to sting.” Rick took another pad and poured some hydrogen peroxide on it. “Ready?”

“Just--,” Prime sucked in a breath,”Just fuckin’ get it over with.”

“Okay.” He started cleaning out the wound, sanitizing the area, placing one hand on Prime’s thigh soothingly as he felt his partner jolt with every cool swipe. Prime started breathing heavily again through his teeth, his abdominal muscles clenching and flexing in an effort to keep still.

“D-drink more tequila.” Rick urged,”I’m-- I’m almost done.”

Rick reached for a spool of surgical thread and a sharp needle, threading it with slightly shaky hands. He’d stitched himself up before, but it was the first time he’d be doing this on another person. He swallowed and looked up at Prime whose face was rapidly draining of colour as he leaned against the cabinets, face tilted towards the ceiling. 

He scooted closer, needle in hand and bit his lip. Rick’s heart was drumming an erratic beat and he was suddenly overcome with nerves. He willed his heart to stop beating so furiously so that he could make the first incision. 

“I’m-- I’m going in, okay?” 

His fingers gripping the needle felt sweaty and he nearly lost his grip as it slid between his fingers. The needle drew closer to Prime’s wounded skin. Rick cursed himself for losing his nerve a little when Prime was the one in pain, needing medical attention stat. The longer the wound was exposed to air, the chances of pathogens infecting the wound would become infinitely higher. Rick had to work quickly. Steeling himself, Rick poked the needle through Prime’s skin. Immediately, Prime let out a choked cry, pressing the mouth of the bottle to his lips, fingers tightening around the glass neck as he took three large gulps. He knew without anesthetic that the stitching had to hurt. 

Rick tried to work quickly, listening to Prime’s stifled whimpers, praying feverishly for the moment to pass swiftly. The needle weaved through inflamed skin, closing the mangled hole with neat stitches. Prime’s body began another round of involuntary tremors, muscles flexing and rippling. He could see the white knuckle grip that Prime had on the glass bottle, his lips twisted into a snarl of pain. A bead of sweat trickled into Rick’s hairline as he concentrated on the last three stitches. Almost there… 

When Rick finally clipped the surgical thread off the small knot, they both sat back and breathed a sigh of intense relief. Rick pressed a hand to his hair, wiping away the sweat and letting his hands tremble with excess energy and adrenaline. They both looked around the apartment and let out a shaky laugh at the blood smeared across the kitchen cabinets and on the floor. It looked like a crime scene. 

“You did so good.” Rick rubbed the side of Prime’s arm in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“Shut up, you act like it’s my first time going to the hospital or some shit.” But Prime couldn’t hide the way tension had slipped out of his neck and shoulders. He went to lean forward to pick up one of the large bandages in the medikit but Rick grabbed his hand.

“Hey-- let me do it. You’re hurt-- you-- you shouldn’t be moving around like that. If you rip your stitches you’re going to be stitching yourself up next time.”

“You’re treating me like a little bitch.” Prime grumbled but relented anyway, allowing Rick to rip open the packet for him. Rick unscrewed the pot of healing ointment, designed to speed up the healing process, and dipped his fingers into the cream. He hissed as Rick covered the sensitive raw skin with the healing cream before placing the bandage on top. He finished up by pressing in lightly with his fingers to make sure the bandage would stay on. 

“Can you stand?” Rick asked, getting to his knees and wiping his fingers off with sanitation wipes. Prime let out a grunt of assent, making to get up but groaned as the action sent twinges of intense pain to the recently closed wound on his ribs. He pressed hand into his side, making sure the stitches wouldn’t come loose. 

“Here, hold still. There you go, I got you.” Rick leaned down and wrapped an arm around his twin, making sure to avoid the wounded area, supporting him as he got on to his feet. They slowly made their way over to the bed and Rick helped Prime lie down, propping him up against the pillows.

“Thanks.” Prime muttered, rubbing his arm. “You-- you didn’t have to do all this.”

“You shut up.” Rick frowned and crossed his arms. “Of course I’m going to take care of you I--” He coughed as his cheeks pinkened. “I’m gonna get you an ice pack for your-- for your hand.”

Prime stared at Rick’s retreating back as he turned to walk out of the room, wondering what his twin had been about to say. He lay against the pillow, his hand unconsciously drifting towards the bandaged area, rubbing on it lightly and pressing down. He’d watched Rick’s work. It was pretty good considering it had been his first time. Rick worked well under pressure-- a trait that he admired in him. They both did. It was what made them so good at working with each other. Prime pressed down a little harder than he should have and jerked when pain raced across his flesh. The sensation made him laugh a little. Pain was a funny feeling. It reminded him what it was like to be alive. 

“What’s so funny?” Rick walked in holding an ice pack and a bottle of water. 

“Your face.” 

“It’s the same as yours, dipshit. Go look in the mirror.” Rick sat down on the bed and passed him the ice pack. “I got some pain meds and an energy bar if you want it… I think we should talk about what happened today.”

“God, no. Are you serious?” Prime groaned slapping a hand over his face, “We’re not talking about our feelings like little girls at a slumber party or whatever.”

“I’m saying,” Rick continued, ignoring Prime’s theatrics, ”I still think I should have gone with you today.”

“No. It’s-- It’s too dangerous for you.”

“You can’t make that decision for me.”

“Then you need to be a better shot, if you want to cover me in the field.” Prime jabbed his finger at Rick, “Your shots suck worse than a broken vacuum cleaner.”

“They-- it’s not that bad!” Rick’s cheeks flushed. “The fucking blaster jammed last time-- you designed that blaster. That would never happen with my tech.”

“You missed a headshot from 15 feet away last week-- I saw you.” Prime rolled his eyes. “There’s no way I’m gonna bring you. It’d be like bringing a rubber band slingshot to a gunfight. Totally fucking useless.”

“I’m going to rip your stitches open.”

“Try me, bitch. I’ll still fight you off one handed.” Prime raised his hand in a mock martial arts move. “Hi-yah, motherfucker.”

“God, do you know how insufferable you are sometimes? Eat your fucking energy bar. I’m gonna go clean up the blood before it’s impossible to remove.” Rick tossed a small rectangle into Prime’s lap and made to stand up.

“Wait--” Prime caught the tail of Rick’s lab coat. 

“What?”

“I’ll… I’ll teach you how to shoot better. Tomorrow.” 

“…Sounds good.” Rick smiled. -------

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