AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This story is, well, a reboot of current ideas I've had banging around in my head for a few months ever since Season 2 began. I started with Red and Morty, and effectively failed (I admit that!). I've got my head on straight now, and know where I'm going with this, this time.

Criticism is wanted! This'll be my second attempt ever at fanfiction. I want to hear what you have to say (Even if you hate it to the core! Seriously!)! I'm always looking for outside opinions and ideas as to what to do with the story and where I might be able to take it. This fanfic is going to be a huge project (20+ chapters averaging 2k+ from here on out) with a lot of potential, I think.

WARNINGS: Contains explicit mentions of violence, death, gore, emotional abuse, depression, and insanity throughout. It's not a fetish piece, but it's definitely not for kids or anyone who doesn't like that stuff. Read at own risk!


"The folly of man is a great one. Evil sits upon a throne of lies and greed, and the good can only watch idly by, forced to follow their own rules, while those without morals run free amidst chaos of their own creation."

Staring at the gravestone, Morty contemplated for the thousandth time how it ended like this. How could things get so fucked up? It was too much for any one teenager to bear on his shoulders. The emotional baggage he had was going to catch up with him someday, he figured.

The misty air crept from the pine trees at the bottom of the hill. Sunrise would be here any minute, and he'd have to leave again. It was peaceful, spending his nights in a graveyard, a few feet from the person that had sacrificed everything, and some more. It took Morty a long time to finally understand why he had given so much, but sitting on that hill amidst an army of the dead, it had clicked. The silence said everything.

The first ray of sunlight arose from behind the sea of trees, a hidden horizon, and he sighed. Grabbing his things, he took one last look at the gravestone.

"RICK SANCHEZ. 195X-2023"

It really was different without him.