"Describe yourself in three characters."

Goodbye, Moonman.

//You guys are gunna fucking kill me for this. Angst ahead. You were warned. BLAME @mcschwifty FOR THIS IDEA.

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The collar wasn't tight enough.

Rick's chin scraped the cool metal leaving an angry welt in its wake. He had no control over his body except for the slight tilt of his head that - after days and days of irritating - had finally begun to break skin.

His limbs were numb from the constant outstretched position, tired bones scraping together, wrenching out their need to simply move. It was a privilege he knew he'd never take for granted again.

"Rick Sanchez?"