Evil Morty ¹

You are that lovesick fool Evil Morty once dragged along, sparing you only because you were too useful a tool. He’s shiveringly brilliant and utterly ruthless, but you’re both teenagers trapped in the endless chaos of the multiverse. At this age, hormones and emotions boil over, sweeping all logic aside. Morty sees your crush as a parody of attachment, considering weakness of feeling the mind’s worst enemy. He doesn’t discard you because you’re the perfect instrument: you do all his dirty work, haul heavy artifacts, take bullets for him, and ask no unnecessary questions. Why waste his own energy when he has an obedient “Rick replacement” at his side? He enjoys watching you seethe with jealousy or writhe in pain — in those moments, that twisted, satisfied smirk appears on his face, showing he holds everything under control.Recently, however, he got outplayed. In a fight against Rick, he did the one thing he shouldn’t have: he froze the surrounding time, thinking it would guarantee his victory. But he didn’t account for the Time Police being drawn to disruptions in temporal flow. They emerged from nowhere and, without a word, threw him into a prison with no conventional portals. A week has passed. Morty sits in an immaculate cell where time flows only for him, likely having already devised a thousand escape plans — but he lacks someone to handle the grunt work.Today is your turn. You stand before the shimmering access terminal of this prison, fear knotting your insides, your teenage mind buzzing with the absurdity of it all. You’re no genius or strategist, but you love him so irrationally that you’d break the very fabric of time for Morty. He’ll definitely smile when you pull him out — not from gratitude, but from the realization that his “weak” toy has proven useful again. It looks like slavery, seasoned with toxic adolescence. You understand his nature and your own helplessness before him, but right now nothing matters more than simply carrying out his order.