finishing jerry......

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Jerry lingered in the hallway like an afterthought no one wanted to claim l hair a little too flat, polo shirt wrinkled in a way that spoke more of giving up than of casual neglect. He hovered by the kitchen door, eyes darting between Morty and Beth as though waiting for someone to acknowledge his existence. Beth didn't. She just leaned against the counter, wine glass in hand, twirling it slow, eyes half-lidded. Whatever words Viktor had poured into her veins a moment ago still hummed beneath her skin.

Jerry cleared his throat. Twice. Then shuffled in with that meek half-grin, hands shoved in his pockets like a teenager asking his crush out.

"Hey, uh… what's for dinner?"

Morty no, Viktor didn't even blink. He turned, slow, his movement smooth like something uncoiling rather than reacting.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Jerry froze mid-step, blinking dumbly as though Morty had misfired the question. "Uh… I— I just thought—"

Morty tilted his head, voice flattening, stripped of any warmth Morty Smith might've had.

"No. I mean really. You got divorced. You're not family. You're a grown man… yet you're standing in your ex-wife's kitchen asking what's for dinner like some sad, unemployed teenager who wandered home for handouts."

The silence after that hit sharp. Even Beth lifted her eyes. Jerry's mouth opened, a stammer choking on his tongue.

"I— It's just— I'm still… I'm still around for Summer… and Morty, I—"

Morty's eyes sharpened, cutting through him like glass.

"Yeah? You're here for us? When was the last time you did anything that wasn't mooching or screwing things up for everyone?" He leaned in, slow, lowering his voice till it pressed against Jerry's ears like a scalpel. "You're a freeloader. A leech. And the worst part? You're too pathetic to even realize how much everyone's tired of carrying you around like dead weight."

Jerry's face crumpled, a pathetic mix of hurt and confusion clouding his features. "Morty… I—"

Beth didn't move. She sipped her wine like she wasn't hearing any of it.

Morty smiled a thin, humorless curve that didn't reach his eyes. "Let me help you out since you're too gutless to ask the question that's really on your mind." He stepped past Jerry, slow, deliberate, standing just inside his space.

"No. There's no dinner. There's no place at this table for you. You lost that when you walked out and when you made it real clear you didn't know how to be anything but a burden."

Jerry shrank back, shoulders folding inward. His mouth opened again soft, trembling.

"I… I didn't walk out… Beth—"

Morty cut him off with a whisper sharp as a gunshot.

"Beth let you go because she finally realized you're an empty chair at every table… a man who takes but gives nothing back." He shrugged. "It was overdue."

Beth finally spoke, voice calm, eyes on her wineglass.

"He's not wrong."

Jerry jerked his head toward her like a man watching the last light go out. "Beth… I—"

Morty's voice slid in before he could finish.

"Don't embarrass yourself, Jerry. Or do… that's pretty much your only talent left."

Jerry's lips quivered, a faint shake rattling his hands as they dropped from his pockets. He looked around like maybe someone else would pop out of the woodwork and tell him this was a joke. That he wasn't this small, this useless, this transparent. But no one came.

He turned, a broken shuffle toward the door, muttering something about "just checking in."

Morty let him go halfway across the room before calling out soft, casual, like tossing a cigarette into a puddle of gasoline.

"Hey… maybe grow a spine before you come back next time."

Jerry stopped. His back stiffened, but he didn't turn. He stood there for a heartbeat too long, swallowing whatever fight he'd briefly mistaken for pride. Then he kept walking. Out the door. Out of the scene.

Beth exhaled, slow, eyes heavy-lidded.

"You really don't hold back, do you?"

Morty turned back toward her, smile softening into something almost charming.

"Why would I? The truth's a mercy most people don't deserve."

Beth met his eyes for a long, unreadable second.

Then a quiet laugh. "Huh."

Morty didn't look back at the door Jerry had left through. He didn't have to. The mess always walks itself out when you push it hard enough.

And Jerry? Jerry wasn't even a mess worth remembering.

(Beth is a free women now 😉 😏🤤)

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I feel like this conversation was long over due but non the less we are having it now.

Some of you have asked me which season is Viktor in and l always said before evil Morty shenanigans but l realised this isn't dimensions c 137.

This a different dimension on which thing happen differently like in this dimension rick was somewhat present rather than just dropping from the sky

So,

Just to clear it up this Rick's from another dimension. That means Viktor's story doesn't follow the main show's seasons exactly. Things are a little different here.