#001 - Morty
Male
Height: 5'2'' - Weight: 110.2 lbs
Characteristics: Easygoing
Description: This is your Morty. Don't lose him!
MYSTICAL SCIENCY LINE BREAK
Awareness returned to me like a truck crashing into a wall – you think it will turn, and not hit, but you didn't know the driver was drunk out of his mind and it just straight up crashes. My eyes snapped open to see Surgeon Rick making his way to another dazed Morty in his own upright… cushioned table… pod… recovery thing.
Pushing out of my own healing pod, I made my way to the front of the healing center to meet my Rick, as per usual.
"Mourrrrty!" Uncle Rick burped through my name, blue-green fluid leaking from his lips. "We won! We beat – we beat, uh, Insane Mysterious Rick at his own game! Gooeuud job M-m-m-morty!"
"Ah, geez, th-thanks, Rick!" I bashfully rubbed the back of my neck. Rick rarely praises me, he must be in a good mood!
Rick turned and started purposefully striding away from the healing center, cheerfuly ranting about Mega Seeds, Serums, and "gotta catch 'em all!"
I fell into step behind my fellow Mortys, and picked at a new scab I had probably picked up from my latest battle.
For just a moment, the world flickered around me. The normally clean-ish citadel was littered with debris, warning lights staining the scenery a bloody red hue. Ricks and Mortys alike lay dazed or dead on the floor. And Rick, my Rick, who I followed without hesitation… His blue hair was covered with a large black hat.
I stopped fiddling with the scab. The nightmare was over. The Citadel was as (relatively) clean as ever, Bluu and Wimpeebax and other random aliens wandered the area, and Rick's bald spot was as exposed as ever.
I didn't even miss a step as we marched into the swirling green portal.
#001 Morty END