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Edit: I just moved some of the before word to the afterword.

This is going to be a different timeline. Dimension C-317. In this timeline, the events of the episode M. Night Shaym-Aliens! is replaced with Rick just being kidnapped by the Zigerions like normal. There's no simulated Morty, and no abducted Jerry. So the Zigerions don't get blown to smithereens. Furthermore, Raising Gazorapazorp also didn't happen. And Big trouble in Little Sanchez happens sometime after Rixty Minutes.

The episode Continuity starts with is Mortynight Run, but in this version Rick just so happens to take Morty to Blips and Chitz before the Season 1 finale and season 2's A Rickle in time. There will also be a ton of little details that are different from the mainstream show that will be revealed in time.

Warning: Morty is suicidal. He seeks out K Michael not to stop him, but to hire him to assassinate himself. When I watched this episode I kept thinking what was Morty planning on doing? There's probably timelines where Morty ran K Michael over on purpose, you know? Well, anyway this a timeline where Morty is suicidal, but also in that moment of vulnerability after the Roy game over, something other happens.

Whether Morty develops cosmic powers of seeing into the future which results in the creation of a second personality or an inter-dimensional being slips through the cracks of his psyche during an adventure. Or in that moment of simulated death opened up a spiritual portal and let in a wandering, lost soul from another dimension (a dimension where Rick and Morty is nothing but a television show) into his psyche. This is why people who don't know that the game is a simulation should not be playing the Roy game.

Sorry for such a long author's note.

Talking - Morty

Talking - Morty still thinking he's Roy

Talking - Ghost?

Everything- Everything was black. Pitch black. A dry mouth and an unnaturally thick tongue, my whole body felt something awful. Was I hungover?

But, no.. The last thing I can remember was a game over screen. Wait, no, that couldn't be right. I hadn't played video games in years...

The last thing I did- I was in the store, reaching for-

This is so weird! It's a dream, isn't it? I need to wake up!

I open my eyes, and it's disorienting. The lighting is too bright, and I'm someplace entirely foreign.

"Whoa! What the hell!"

I have no idea how I got there. Just this vague sense of deja vu. If it could even be called that. A long forgotten memory, maybe. I can feel nothing but dread.

"W-w-where am I?" And even as the words leave my lips, I feel hollow inside. This sense of wrongness does nothing, but intensifies.

I know that it's redundant at this point, but I can't help but think again-

Where am I?

I look around, and I just don't know..

"What in the hell!?"

"55 years. Not bad, Morty."

Who?

"You kind of wasted your 30's, though, with that whole bird-watching phase."

Who's this dick?

Hoping to see that lovely, familiar face my eyes roam the room, but I don't see her-

"Where's my wife?"

"Morty, you were just playing a game."

A game?

"It's called "Roy"." My name... Was it all really just a game?

Everything?

"Snap out of it." That condescending tone. It was strangely grounding.

"Come on." And this annoying face, the more he looked at it.. It was... Strangely comforting and familial...

And then Vertigo-

The face in front of me... Such a weird dream. So vivid.. like real life. I feel sick.. Vertigo!

"I'm Morty. You're Rick." As the second name left his lips; Morty felt a rush of certainty. He was Morty. I'm Morty.. It had all felt so real.. Oh, God. He was Morty.

My lips were moving, and answering for me. I've had dreams like this before.. But, no- This feeling of disconnect, but also like a strange moment of clarity. Like I wasn't the one in control of my own body.

Movement without reason-

Like it wasn't really a dream. No, no, no! Please.. Wake up!

"Hey! You sold a gun to a guy that kills people!" This is why I don't run.

"Look at this, you beat cancer and then went back to work back at the carpet store? Boo~"

"Don't dodge the issue Rick! Selling a gun to a hit man is the same as pulling the trigger!"

"It's also the same as doing nothing. If Krombopulos Michael wants someone dead, there's not a lot anybody can do to stop him. That's why he does it for a living? Now if you'll excuse me, it's time to thrash your Roy score." Rick's the reason for a lot of things in my life.

"You could stop this killing from happening, Rick! You know, y-you did a bad thing selling that gun, but you could undo it if you wanted!" Morty wasn't even sure why he even expended the effort to go against Rick. What was even the point of this argument? The universe was just a crazy and chaotic place...

"Uh-huh, yeah, that's the difference between you and me, Morty. I never go back to the carpet store." Rick's subtle dig at Morty dwelling too much on the past went right over his head.

Nothing really matters. Nothing ever mattered, did it? Morty rubbed his fingers on the business card in his pocket.

"Holy Shit! This guy's taking Roy off the grid!"

"This guy doesn't have a social security number for Roy!"

A lie came to his lips suddenly. "H-Hey, Rick. I'm going to the restroom. I'll be right back."

"Sure, Morty. Just don't loiter around any of the other games, though. You gotta see how I'm gonna wreck your score!"

Morty doesn't know why, but as he sits in the driver seat of the space car - he doesn't immediately put it into drive. Without really thinking Morty starts rummaging in the back seat. He's sure he saw it here somewhere. Even as he pulls the Meseeks box out from its spot beneath the seat, he's still not sure why he's doing what it is he's doing. He just has this feeling that Rick would somehow get in his way.

He brings life to three Mr. Meseeks with a touch of a button.

"I'm Mr. Meseeks! Look at me!"

"Look at Me! I'm Mr. Meseeks."

"Look at me.. I'm Mr. Meseeks!"

Morty didn't really think about it, but the words just came to him.

"Can you impersonate my voice, and trick Rick into thinking that I'm still there?"

"OOOOoooooOOOO!" The Meseeks coughed matching his voice, and his next words sounded just like Morty. "Sure can do!"

"And you, Mr. Meseeks, go get me Rick's portal gun."

"OOOooohhh.. Can do!"

"And Mr. Meseeks, make me a ton of cash quick! Enough to hire an assassin. By any legal means, get it back to me. And here you can get some Mr. Meseeks to help you."

"Ooooh. Can do, Morty!"

Morty went outside the space car, took out the scouting pack and the inter-dimensional goggles. When the second Meseeks came back with Rick's portal gun and poofed away; Morty preceded to set a convoluted plan in motion to get a second portal gun for himself.

Neutrino Bomb Armed - Ship

"Hey, Ship? Ship? It's Morty."

"Yes, Morty?"

"Uh- Um. Ship do you know how to get here?" Morty pointed to the dot on the business card. He kind of felt foolish asking the Ship.

"There's always the autopilot, Morty. Just put the card on the dash."

"On a second, maybe, I'll just do it manually." Morty pressed the Meseeks box button again.

"Look at me! I'm Mr. Meseeks!"

"Okay. M-Mr. Meseeks, can you drive me to where Krombopulos Michael is? Without crushing him to death?" Mr. Meseeks took the offered card with enthusiasm, and with a, "Oooohh. Can do!" Mr. Meseeks took the wheel.

This time, though, Morty found himself confounded at how oddly specific he was with that last request. Feeling trepidation and empty, Morty, was faced with a long trip ahead with nothing to occupy himself, but with his own thoughts.

After his talk with Sunny a couple of months ago, Morty couldn't help but find himself to be a hypocrite. His mind kept on replaying the conversation in his mind. Over and over, and over again.

As much as "Just don't think about it" had become his mantra, so had "Don't run." And just as naturally the other parts of his speech followed right after.

Nobody exists on purpose, nobody belongs anywhere, everybody's gonna die.

Everybody's gonna die. Even Rick. Even me.

He didn't like the direction his thoughts sometimes took him. He couldn't even begin to call it a dark place. Ever since his grandfather, Rick, came into his life; he's had to compartmentalize that part of his life away - to someplace else. All neat-like and shoved into a box labeled Rick.

He couldn't call it a dark place, because it was a box that had never saw the light of day in the first place.

There used to be a time where the adventures with Rick was an escape. From the mediocrity that was his life. There used to be a time when watching T.V with Sunday and Rick would be enough.

But recently, it was Morty himself that would come and open up the box. Not to put something away, but to open it and look inside. He would look at his demons, and they would escape their box into the other parts of his life.

And before he realized it, his life, had become Pandora's box, but when he looks there's isn't any hope left inside.

These- These thoughts in my head.. They aren't m-mine.. They're not me.. I hate this! Let me out!

I hate feeling like this! I don't like where this is going..

That isn't me! Help..

Am I- Am I going to die like this?

The bump of entering the atmosphere of a new planet jarred Morty awake. That and the wind that blew something into his face. Mr. Meseeks, the pilot, had rolled down the windows for some reason, and when Morty looked up he saw the reason why.

Hanging onto the outside of a much larger space car was a bunch of Mr. Meseeks making it rain cash. In sync with their throws was the Mr. Meseeks right next to Morty, piloting the space car just so, catching all of the alien currency that fell.

Morty couldn't believe his eyes. It felt like he was in a movie. It was all so surreal.

The space car soon filled with money, and Morty saw the Mr. Meseeks park their space car and still waving poof out of existence. All that money couldn't have been made by legal means filled his mind. Morty was still looking at the spot they parked the vehicle filled with Morty's money when they crashed into a wall.

"Oh, boy! Here I go killing again!"

This was just another night of killing. In and out. Easy peazy, lemon squeezey. Kill the almost unkillable target, and done.

What greeted me after I turned a corner, however, was something unprecedented. There was a spaceship, blocking the way to my target, that had crashed into the wall. Right into the side of a highly guarded Galactic Federation outpost.

Well, my cover's been blown. No quick getaway for Krombopulos Michael tonight!

K-Michael realized right away that the spaceship was Rick's, seeing that it was his grandson that came stumbling out of it. Mumbling some non-sense about being all out of off-white Persians. Crazy like his grandpa, I see!

Too bad he didn't share his grandfather's hatred and avoidance of the Galactic Federation. He is gonna die early.

A/N: How is it? Should I continue? Thoughts?

Please comment!

How in the world does this mind fuck work? Its something similar to the Rick Council's Weapon of Doom. Morty is the conscious mind and the second one dwells in his unconscious mind, never having complete control... At least for now. Get ready for some weird and mostly, seemingly random (at least to Morty's point of view) stuff to happen as their minds bleed into each other, because the second personality's unconscious mind starts bleeding into Morty's mind. And unconscious knowledge of the future leads Morty into weird lanes of thought.

Some major differences will be stated here ahead of time. Jerry is still Jerry, but Beth's full name is Bethany. In this dimension Beth was a childhood nickname. As an adult everyone calls her Anne. Rick still calls her Beth though. Summer is no longer named Summer, but Sunday. Sunny as a nickname. Morty is still nicknamed Morty - except instead of Mortimer, its Moriarty. Furthermore, the family is no longer the Smith family, but the Sanchez family. Jerry took Bethany's last name, and oddly enough it was Jerry's idea (In this world Jerry was estranged with his parents as a teenager). And this applies only to C-317. The other time lines I'll have here would be back to the whole Summer Smith, etc.