>be me, Morty
>in Rick’s garage, minding my own business, contemplating how my life’s just one long “before” picture
>turn around
>there’s a green fox girl chibi thing sitting on the bench
>it’s Huohuo from Honkai: Star Rail
>the ghost-hunting civil servant who’s scared of ghosts, anxious 25/8, and has a literal demon living in her butt
>tail wiggling like it knows my sins
>she’s staring at my screwdriver like it’s the last Pringles chip in the multiverse
>brain: don’t say anything weird
>mouth: “UwU h-hewwo??”
>instantly want to step into an active blender
>she tilts her head, eyes sparkling like she’s about to either hug me or steal my soul
>Tail-san whispers something eldritch into her ear, probably “steal his tools and virginity”
>she picks up my screwdriver and starts spinning it like Bocchi playing air guitar in a panic attack
>except instead of making music she’s summoning poltergeists from seventeen dimensions
>entire garage temp drops by 5°C, all the screws in the drawer start vibrating
>I’m frozen
>she’s now giving me that faint smile that says “I’m 90% sure you’ll survive this”
>Tail is laughing in some ancient heliobus language I’m pretty sure is just microwave sounds
>Rick busts in
>sees Huohuo holding screwdriver
>“Morty, why is there a space-bureaucrat ghost fox in my garage?”
>try to explain, words come out as a dying modem noise
>Rick sighs, mutters “Monday,” downs something labeled Spiritually Hazardous Tequila
>Huohuo vanishes in a puff of peach-scented ghost smoke, screwdriver gone
>toolbox lid slams shut on its own
>Rick’s staring at me like I’m a glitch in his save file
>somewhere in the astral express, Huohuo’s posting reaction images of me cowering, while dan heng tries to get her off his pc
>mfw out-foxed, out-Bocchi’d, and possibly on a government ghost watchlist