smith family reaction

It started with a single ping the sharp, crystalline sound of a message hitting the family group chat one of those moments that cracked the thin ice of normalcy underfoot before anyone realized they were sinking. Summer's thumbs hovered over her phone at the kitchen table, eyes narrowing at the screen as she scrolled past the flood of hallway videos already racing through the school's social feed. She didn't hesitate. No context, no sugar-coating just a clipped, brutal message she sent to the entire Smith family thread: "So… Morty just humiliated Chad in front of the whole school. Like… destroyed him. You might wanna check the internet."

Beth saw it first, her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. She snatched it up, read the message, and froze her heart lurching into her throat when she clicked the attached video link and saw her son dismantle Chad with surgical ease. The same hands that had been on her that morning breaking another teenager apart like he was a toy… and with that same calm, indifferent expression. Her gut twisted a sick knot of denial and something darker. She shut the phone off, dropped it onto the counter, and just stared at the wall, knuckles white around a coffee mug she no longer remembered pouring.

Jerry saw it next. He wasn't even in the room he was hiding in the garage, nursing the echo of Morty's last cold words. The vibration of his phone sent a cold spike of dread up his spine. He opened Summer's message, read it, watched the clip and the blood drained from his face. The sight of Morty twisting Chad's arm, the precise, deliberate control, the whispered words no one could hear… Jerry felt the same invisible noose tighten around his own neck. He set the phone down slowly, like it might explode, and stared blankly at the garage wall. He didn't know whether to run… or just start digging his own grave.

Summer's text hit Morty's phone next not that it mattered. He was already sitting at a bench outside the school, elbows on knees, staring at nothing while the noise of a hundred whispering students swirled around him like smoke. His screen lit up, the message popping across the glass, but Morty didn't move. He just exhaled a slow, quiet breath and let the world keep talking.

But the message didn't stop there.

It hit Rick's phone last.

He was in his lab half-drunk, half-working on a dimensional splicer when the ping came through. He ignored it for half a second, until the name 'Morty' flashed bold in Summer's text. He picked it up lazily, thumbing the screen, expecting some schoolyard drama.

Then he watched the clip.

The glass of liquor in his other hand tilted, spilling a slow trickle onto the floor as Rick's eyes narrowed. He watched Morty dismantle Chad watched the move, the cold efficiency, the complete absence of hesitation. No anger. No panic. No fight-or-flight. Just calculated, predatory calm. His mind ticked through the details posture, hand placement, choice of words, the way Morty walked away without a backward glance.

Rick didn't blink.

He set the glass down, phone still in his hand, and replayed the video in silence. Once. Twice. A third time, slower.

No shaking hands. No stuttered breathing. No guilt.

Rick leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable. The faintest crease ghosted across his brow a flicker of something far more dangerous than suspicion.

Because this wasn't just Morty finally standing up for himself.

This… wasn't Morty at all.

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You guys are not commenting on chapter l spend hour perfecting.

You guys complained chapter are short l spent even more time making them longer.

Yet what do l get.

Nothing....

You guys are not making it easy on me.

I really fucking want to write this fanfic

But let just say l can spend my time more wisely then this.