Morty C-137 and 'Evil Morty' meet for one final showdown.
Warning: Contains the death of a beloved character. Just a random thought I had about how a conversation between 'our' Morty and Evil Morty might go down
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Morty looked down at Rick's lifeless body. He didn't really want to come on this adventure to begin with and ever since they stepped out of the portal everything went wrong.
They were on the top floor of a building in the Citadel. The Morty that was with that Evil Rick was standing in front of the window. He wasn't wearing an eye patch this time but he could tell it was the same person. It seemed that he was now the president of the Citadel. He hadn't been there for most of the confrontation but since there was no one else in the room he was sure that this Morty killed Rick.
President Morty swirled a glass of amber liquid as he turned back to Morty. "So, Morty," he said smoothly. "What will you do from here?" Morty didn't have an answer for that question.
Instead he asked a question of his own, "Were... were you his original?" Morty knew that he wasn't Rick's first Morty. He thought that since Evil Morty tried to frame his Rick then he must have some personal connection with him.
President Morty looked deep into his cup for a second, he was shaking. He suddenly looked up, laughing maniacally. "Do you really think that your Rick is so special?" He turned away, "No, I wasn't. The only reason I went after him was because he was an easy target. He turned his back on the other Rick's and they would suspect him without question. He was simply a tool I used."
Morty just stared at him for a moment. He kind of thought there would be more to it but it made sense. "So, i-if you were just using Rick what about me?"
President Morty smiled, "I really don't have a use for you." Morty hadn't noticed when he grabbed the gun that he was now pointing at him. "You are an intruder."