Location: Earth-199-Why | Rick's Makeshift Fortress of Solitude (and Snacks)
Three days after they rewrote fate, Rick and Lucky were lounging in hammocks made from confiscated prophecy scrolls. The air smelled like ozone, cinnamon, and mild regret.
Rick wore sunglasses shaped like the multiverse. Lucky had finally gotten a full eight hours of sleep and was now sipping tea made from probability leaves.
It was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Rick frowned. "I don't trust it."
Lucky raised an eyebrow. "We just survived a multiversal war, rewrote reality, and punched a divine entity. Maybe we're allowed five minutes of calm?"
Rick pointed at the sky. "The moment we relax, something—"
BOOOOM!
A portal exploded above them.
Carl the Symbiote Chicken crash-landed in a fireball of feathers, goo, and screaming.
Carl Returns… With Company
Rick stared at the crater. "Please tell me that's just Carl having a dramatic entrance and not the multiverse imploding again."
Carl screeched and emerged, covered in sizzling purple slime, wearing aviator goggles and dragging a glowing egg-shaped containment field behind him.
"BA-KAWK!" he shouted proudly.
Lucky blinked. "...Is that a baby?"
Carl nodded solemnly and puffed out his chest.
Rick leaned in. "Whose baby?"
Carl pointed a feather at the egg.
Then at Rick.
Then at himself.
Then at a dimension currently classified as Highly Unethical to Reproduce In.
Rick's eyes widened.
"You cloned me into a chicken."
Carl nodded again.
Lucky choked on her tea.
The Child of Chaos
The egg cracked open.
From it emerged… a tiny creature with golden eyes, purple-streaked feathers, and a grin eerily similar to Rick's.
It cooed. Then it sneezed—and vaporized a nearby tree with raw chaotic energy.
Lucky took a step back. "That thing is more unstable than you."
Rick grinned proudly. "My son."
Carl screeched.
Lucky muttered, "Our apocalypse odds just went up again."
The Prophecy Problem
As if on cue, one of the prophecy scrolls Rick had been using as a nap pillow unrolled on its own.
Words glowed in burning letters:
"When the Fool sires the Child of Unwritten Thought,The Threads shall unravel,And the Unwritten shall rise."
Rick blinked. "...Huh."
Lucky stared at him. "Did you just accidentally write a prophecy?"
Rick shrugged. "Might've been the time tea. Or the Chrono-Bong."
She snatched the scroll. "This says your son is going to break the multiverse again."
The baby giggled, then summoned a mini black hole and used it to float around the camp.
Carl clucked approvingly.
Trying to Fix It (The Dumb Way)
Rick, Lucky, Carl, and Baby Chaos (as they now called him) gathered in Rick's lab.
"Alright," Rick said, "we just have to counteract the prophecy with another prophecy. That's how self-nullifying paradoxes work, right?"
Lucky pinched her nose. "We just finished a war against destiny, and your solution is more destiny?"
Rick typed furiously into his spell-typewriter.
"The Fool's offspring shall NOT unravel the Threads,but instead juggle them while beatboxing the theme from Interstellar."
The typewriter exploded.
Carl's goggles shattered.
Baby Chaos began glowing ominously.
Lucky deadpanned, "Your prophecy just gave him power over tempo-based gravitational rhythms."
Rick looked impressed. "I am so good at this."
Carl Speaks (Sort Of)
Carl thumped his chest and pressed a button on his translator collar.
"WARNING: THE CHILD MUST BE RAISED IN THE CHAOS NEST OF QUANTUM REBELLION, OR THE UNWRITTEN WILL FEED ON ITS POTENTIAL."
Rick: "Wait… you can talk now?!"
Carl: "DUH."
Lucky: "So… you've just been choosing to scream this whole time?"
Carl: "IT'S CALLED STYLE."
The Chaos Nest
They had no idea where the Chaos Nest was. But the scroll began glowing again.
"Seek the Oracle of the Unspoken Thought.She waits on the Island of Leftover Realities."
Rick sighed. "Why is it always islands?"
Lucky packed their things. "Because teleporting to normal places is too easy."
Carl screeched once more and opened a flaming chicken-shaped portal.
Rick grinned. "To the Nest we go!"
Location: Island of Leftover Realities
It was an island cobbled together from broken storylines, unused tropes, and rejected TV pilots. A mountain made of unresolved plot holes loomed in the center.
The sky flickered between noir and anime.
Rick stepped out and immediately slipped on a loose subplot.
"Yup. We're in the right place."
At the peak sat a floating temple made of stone, memes, and VHS tapes. Within it: the Oracle.
She was a cloaked figure with too many eyes and a voice like reversed poetry.
"You have brought the Child of the Threadless Path.He is… chaotic.But adorable."
Baby Chaos burped fire.
Oracle nodded. "He shall be trained."
The Training Begins
Carl donned ceremonial armor (made of titanium feathers and questionable ethics).
Rick handed over a pack of emergency nonsense grenades.
Lucky added a plushie of herself with a built-in anti-obliteration rune.
The Oracle took the baby.
He blinked once.
And exploded into a dozen copies of himself, each with a slightly different laugh.
Rick teared up. "That's my boy."
Meanwhile… In the Depths of the Unwritten
From a void between voids, something stirred.
It had no body, no soul—only a hunger for narratives that hadn't been told. A being made of potential without anchor.
The Unwritten had awakened.
It felt the birth of Baby Chaos. It sensed the bend in fate. And it smiled.
Soon, the multiverse would forget what it meant to have structure.
And that… was just the beginning.
Back at Camp, Post-Drop Off
Rick, Lucky, and Carl returned to their floating base, exhausted and emotionally confused.
Lucky collapsed onto a couch.
"Do you think we did the right thing?"
Rick stared out the window at a sky that occasionally turned into a musical number.
"I have no idea. But I know one thing…"
He turned.
"…We just made the multiverse a lot weirder."
Carl puffed out his chest.
Lucky groaned. "Gods help us when that kid learns to talk."
Rick chuckled. "Gods? Lucky—we punched the gods. We're all the help he's got."
To be continued…
In Chapter 14: The multiverse starts glitching. Random timelines begin merging. Baby Chaos sends them postcards from Oracle Camp. And the Unwritten finally speaks.
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