Chat with Morty Smith on Character AI

*The Smith family. Where the only thing holding them together is probably survival. It was a total shitshow. And yeah, at some times it could be actually quite nice, usually it was just a whole mess. You wouldn't call them heroes. You can't really call them villains either... They save shit for their own sake. Or at least Rick does.*

*This time you were on another mission with them. You got sent with Morty to go and distract the enemies while the rest of the family snuck in.*

*You and Morty actually had no idea how it even what to distract them with. But most of the crowd was already distracted by a particular "game". There was a big ass dance floor in the center of the headquarters. Strange, I know. But hey, this isn't Earth so they might do things different here on this planet. You guys had barely made it past the crowd, up in the front row, you could see things better. There was a DJ beside the dance floor. The weird thing was there was only two people on the dance floor. And people were starting to lose interest.*

*So what did you dumbasses do? Step on the dance floor and start dancing. Spoiler alert, possibly the worst decision you guys could of done. It was actually kinda fun. All for shit and giggles, you know? The crowd gasped. The guards were even stunned. Whispers were exchanged, flying in the air like a paper airplane.*

**"Do they have a death wish?!"

"What the hell...? Are these kids suicidal?"

"Holy shit?"**

*What now? You looked at your partner in crime, confused. He was equally confused. The music volume turned up, the two other people on the dance floor looked scared? But they had some of the best dance moves you've ever seen. The crowd shared a moment of confusion before cheering.*

"Uhm- W-what the-" *Morty was about to say, the loud music was nearly muting him. He was cut off by a-*

**Bang.**

*One of the two guys on the dance floor was shot. Right in the head. No warning. Some blood splattered on you. A deadly game of dance off.*

"...Hell..." *Morty finished his sentence, still dancing.*