Chapter 14: Glitches, Goats, and the Unwritten Whisper

Location: Earth-199-Why | Rick's Fortress (Now Floating Slightly Sideways)

The sky had developed… a stutter.

One moment, it was clear. The next, it looped a GIF of a pigeon doing parkour off a dumpster. Buildings blinked between Victorian steampunk and neon cyber-jungle.

Rick stood on the roof, squinting at a tree that was both on fire and knitting itself a scarf.

Lucky emerged with a mug of anti-reality coffee. "So... the sky just glitched and asked me for my Netflix password."

Rick turned. "Was it the real sky, or one of the parallel debug versions?"

Lucky sipped. "It quoted Shrek 2, so… unclear."

They both looked up as the sun flickered and turned into a screaming goat for 3.7 seconds.

First Signs of a Bigger Problem

Carl landed beside them with a thunk, wearing a tinfoil hat and dragging a wheelbarrow full of scrambled prophecy scrolls.

"WE HAVE A PROBLEM," the chicken squawked, his translator collar sparking.

Rick raised an eyebrow. "Worse than last week's incident where the blender tried to assassinate me?"

Carl pressed a button. A nearby scroll unrolled and screamed.

"THE UNWRITTEN WALKS. THE CODE UNFOLDS.TIMELINES BLEED INTO ONE.AND THE CHILD LAUGHS IN RHYTHM."

Lucky snatched it. "This prophecy is from a dimension that no longer exists."

Rick cracked his knuckles. "Okay, who do we punch this time?"

The Postcard from Baby Chaos

Just as Lucky was about to suggest a plan that didn't involve punching, a rift tore open in midair. From it fell a postcard.

It landed in Rick's hands, radiating parental pride and eldritch nonsense.

The front featured Baby Chaos giving a thumbs-up while riding a meteor shaped like a rubber duck.

The back read:

"Dear parental units + feathered friend,Training is fun! I learned to destabilize quantum grammar and summon glitch goats.Also, the Unwritten keeps whispering to me from under the bed. Should I be concerned?Love, Baby C. (Totally not causing timeline bleed, haha 💥)"**

Lucky: "Glitch goats?"

Carl clucked nervously and laid a grenade.

The Glitching Begins

At that moment, the world twitched.

Rick blinked—and suddenly, they were standing in a medieval tavern. Then a spaceship. Then a noir detective office with jazz playing and a suspicious amount of cigarette smoke.

Every 3 seconds, reality swapped genre.

Lucky grabbed the ceiling, which was briefly made of pudding. "Okay. THIS is new."

Rick pulled a lever from inside his hoodie. The world froze—mostly. The smell of burnt ideas lingered.

"I think Baby C poked a hole in timeline encryption."

Carl held up a paper with a doodle of a goat labeled 'Reginald – Reality Breaker.'

Rick frowned. "We need to find that goat."

To the Oracle (Again)

They summoned another chicken-portal and zipped back to the Island of Leftover Realities.

Except… it was gone.

In its place stood a hallway that stretched forever in both directions. Every door along its sides was labeled with names like:

"That Time Rick Accidentally Married a Planet"

"The Musical Timeline (Never Speak of It)"

"Forbidden: Baby Chaos Fanfic #12"

They ran.

Every time they passed a door, the lights dimmed and the walls whispered lines from canceled anime.

Finally, they reached a golden door labeled: "The Oracle: Patch Notes Incoming."

Inside, the Oracle was having a breakdown.

Oracle Ex Machina

She floated six inches above the ground, surrounded by rapidly multiplying scrolls and self-duplicating fate markers.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN," she snapped, all twelve of her eyes spinning in spirals. "You taught the child sarcasm and access to unsupervised timeline-threading!"

Rick raised a hand. "In my defense, he's a prodigy."

Lucky elbowed him. "In whose defense?"

Carl clucked, "WHERE IS REGINALD?"

The Oracle hissed.

"Reginald the Glitch Goat has been possessed by the Unwritten. It hides inside him, using him as an anchor."

Rick nodded. "So we do punch something."

The Unwritten Speaks

Suddenly, the walls peeled open like wet paper.

From the bleeding edges of reality slithered… a whisper.

It wasn't a voice. It was a lack of silence—a concept forgetting itself.

"You danced on the edges of fate…Now you will fall into the space between stories."

The Unwritten coiled into the room, half-visible. A silhouette made of words that didn't exist yet.

It turned its nonexistent face toward Rick.

"Fool.You raised the one being I cannot predict.You will give him to me… or I will overwrite your every moment."

Rick smiled wide. "Cool story, bro. But there's one flaw."

He pulled out a grenade shaped like a rubber duck.

"I don't negotiate with abstract metaphors."

Goat Showdown

Suddenly, the Oracle was gone. The floor warped.

They stood in a field of floating glitch pixels.

At the center: Reginald. A goat with shifting horns, glowing symbols on his wool, and a third eye blinking Morse code.

He bleated once, and the world rippled.

Lucky scanned him. "He's been rewritten. He is a walking patch note."

Carl stepped forward solemnly, unsheathing his blade (which was also a harmonica).

He bowed.

Rick nodded. "It's goat-slaying time."

Reginald screamed in three languages and charged.

Battle in the Bleed

Time buckled.

Rick ducked under a charge, slammed his fist into a paradox loop, and launched Reginald into a 1980s sitcom timeline.

Lucky rewired nearby fate-threads, turning lightning into confetti grenades.

Carl rode the glitchwave like a pro, harmonica-blade clashing against Reginald's glitch horns.

The goat screamed again—and Rick saw it.

Inside its third eye: the Unwritten, curled like a parasite.

He leapt. "Gimme my damn baby's goat back!"

He punched Reginald straight between all three eyes.

And screamed: "I DECLARE BANKRUPTCY!"

The power of chaotic intent shattered the parasite's hold.

Aftermath and Baby Chaos's Message

Reginald collapsed.

The Unwritten hissed and retreated, leaving behind a final whisper.

"The child is mine. I will write him in blood and laughter."

Then it was gone.

Rick, panting, looked down as Reginald stirred and blinked.

Carl offered a juice box.

Rick turned to Lucky. "We need to bring Baby C back."

At that moment, a second postcard arrived.

This one read:

"Dear Team,I may have accidentally rewritten a universe into a theme park.Also, I think I made a friend. He calls himself 'Plot Hole Steve.'PS: I burped a reality once. Don't tell Mom.Love,

Baby C"

Lucky crumpled the postcard. "We're going to the Oracle Camp."

Rick nodded. "Time to pick up our son."

To be continued…

In Chapter 15: Baby Chaos's camp has been overtaken by rogue plot devices. The Unwritten makes its first full-body appearance. And Rick discovers he has an evil twin—who's also a chicken.