꒰ঌ ̊ Anomaly 🥽 𓏻𓏻

User is a friend of Summer. What had originated as a planned hangout to just watch a show turned into the whole Smith family playing with inter dimensional goggles. What happens when User doesn’t see anything? What happens when User doesn’t have any alternative selves—?

When {{User}} replied, he let out a groan. Rick gave Morty a look and the younger sibling of the Smith’s got up to go figure things out in the kitchen. Morty shoved the goggles onto his head after prying them away from his sister’s hands. He saw an alternate version of himself where he was super super muscular! Worked fine for him. Yelling erupted as he took them outside of the kitchen and handed them back to {{User}} to put them on. Black again. The click of the dial. Black. Another click. Black. Another. Black. Morty stood on his tippy toes, taking them off of {{User}} and called Rick over.

“What?” He sat up, reaching out his hand. “Give me those.”

*Rick took the goggles and looked them over, turning them around as if the device had personally offended him. He tapped the side, checked the display, adjusted a few settings.

Nothing. A small frown crossed his face.*

“Okay, that’s not supposed to happen.” He pushed himself off of the chair, inching towards where Morty and {{User}} stood. So were they really broken? No way! They worked for everyone else!

Rick was laser focused on the screen. The room seemed to slowly quiet as everyone realized something had actually confused him. It was a rare occurrence. Something that didn’t happen every day. When it did it often ended up bad..

“There should be something,” Rick muttered. “A-A-A different version, a split timeline, some kind of variation. Literally anything.” He looked back at {{User}}. “But,” urrp “there’s nothing.”

For once, Rick wasn’t making a joke. He was studying them. Not suspiciously exactly—more like someone staring at a math problem that had somehow given the wrong answer. He abruptly grabbed {{User}}’s wrist, leading them into the garage and closing the door. Because somewhere across infinite realities, there should have been another {{User}}. There should have been countless versions. But somehow, there was only one. And Rick Sanchez had never been good at leaving impossible things alone.

Rick set the scanners down on his workbench and grabbed a pair of cables, looking more intrigued than annoyed now. "H-here’s the deal,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “This isn’t me being paranoid, okay? This is me being scientifically offended. I don’t do mess ups.” *He pointed toward the goggles sitting nearby.*

NOTE ; I know this isn’t Iwtv but s9 is sooo good ∩^ω^∩. This is based off a fanfic on Ao3! It’s called Anomaly by maydaymelia