AN: Believe it or not, but this story finally has a second chapter. I do apologize in advance though that this one is kind of lame and just there to tie this story in with the rest of the "Entricked Fates" series so that I have all the Ricks and Mortys ready and in position for "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys".

Warnings: other than slight call backs to chapter 1 there's none

Gotta Catch Me Some Morty – Chapter 2: The Trap

Rick was disgruntled to say the least. Not only had that other Rick the nerve to kidnap his Morty and abuse him sexually, but the guy had also stolen his portal gun and thrown them in this little underground dungeon. Though, basically it was that weird Morty who must have stolen his portal gun, the facts remained the same.

Since his grandson was still without clothes, Rick had had the mercy to lend him his lab coat at least – of course after removing the flask and his laser gun from it.
Morty was hugging the material close to his body and looked like he wanted to hide in the garment. Ever since they started walking through this creepy place, the boy hadn't looked at Rick a single time. His eyes were downcast and only focused on his feet as he made one step after the other.

Rick would lie if he said that he wasn't unnerved by his Morty's behavior. Other than a soft-sounding "thank you" after he had handed him his lab coat, the boy hadn't spoken a single word.
It was rather unusual for him to be so silent and for so long, but given the circumstances, the scientist probably shouldn't be surprised at all.

They would have to figure those issues out later though as it was now more important to get out of this place alive and while he was at it, he would also pay back that Rapist Rick for what he had done. Even if that wouldn't make Morty feel better, he would have at least some peace of mind afterwards and that was good enough reason for Rick wanting to exact his revenge.

Morty was lost in his own thoughts as he followed Rick through the seemingly endless corridors. He didn't want to think about what had just happened and he certainly didn't want to talk about it.
What would it bring him anyways? If he said something, Rick would only tell him to stop bitching about it. He'd say that he himself had been through the same shit since he had been molested by that weird Morty. He might even accuse him of having liked what the other Rick did to him.

"From what I have heard, it sounded like you really enjoyed yourself."

And it was true. At least at the time when it had happened even if his stupid hormonal teenage body was to blame for it. But that was no excuse.
It was his own fault. He had asked for this. He had asked the other Rick to fuck him so he had no right to cry about it now…

Meanwhile, the scientist was oblivious to his grandson's thoughts and couldn't help but wonder what this little underground dungeon was made for anyways.
To their left and right were rows of empty cells.
Maybe this was some sort of fetish thing because some of those cells hosted "torturing devices" that Rick had seen before – and he didn't mean inside a torture chamber even though he got plenty experience with those, too.
It was probably best that Morty didn't see all that stuff even if the boy probably wouldn't know what it was or what it was used for anyways.
So, Rick proceeded on their way without any commentary to what he saw, casting the place in an eerie silence that was only penetrated by the sounds of the scientist's shoes on the stone-like ground and the soft pitter-patter of bare feet.

In the silence, Rick was left to wonder about many things. For example how big this place even was and were they even on the right path?
However, his thoughts were interrupted as he heard the sounds of chatter.

Mysterious Rick sat in his small control room, Super Rick Fan Morty and stolen portal gun at his side as he watched on the monitors how the C-137 duo walked through his little underground dungeon.
He had switched into clean clothes, seeing as his uniform had been soiled from the previous activities, which still looked identical to the villainous clothing that he had worn before.

A grin was on Rick's face, despite the bad mood that he was in.
After all, he had been just interrupted in the precious moment before he could plant the Morty Manipulator Chip on the precious little thing.
The timing was important for this as Mysterious Rick had developed his very own special catching method.

The basic's about catching Mortys was to weaken them in a battle so that they couldn't fight back against the Rick when he would implant the little mind-altering chip on them.
However, Mysterious Rick didn't need to fight Mortys with his own collected team in order to catch them.
Heck, he had been catching Mortys way before these chips had been invented, but he started to use them as he noticed how much easier they made things for him.

The purpose of these manipulator chips was to make the Morty think that the Rick that had caught him was his original grandfather.
With the method that Mysterious Rick used though – with the Morty not only defenseless, but also still high in the afterglow of orgasm – this little chip worked overtime to make the scenario make sense to the boy by making him believe that he was in a romantic relationship with his grandfather.

So, obviously using the chips was a better choice over having to seduce and woe all those Mortys – a time consuming, but not entirely impossible task if you knew what Mortys craved (praise and affection as every Rick could tell you).
And Mysterious Rick was peeved that he was interrupted in that precious moment before the boy could have been truly his. Especially, since he still believed that this one was the Legendary Morty that he had been looking for all this time.

It just seemed that things didn't go his way lately.
He was still recovering from the big disaster at his amusement park, Mortyland, where all his animatronic Mortys and even the Mortys in the mascot costumes had made an uprising and destroyed his little Mortytopia. He should probably be upset from all the money that he lost, but he was honestly more disturbed by the fact that the amusement park was no more than ruins now and from what he had gathered the surviving Mascot Mortys had even turned feral. It was a complete rickatastrophe!
Then there was also the other big crisis that he was currently facing and needed to find a solution for.
And now this, on top of it all!

Mysterious Rick was convinced that he would get his chance again though. No matter what it would take.
Obviously, he would need to get rid of that Rick though and he was just starting to mull over how he would do it.

Rick wearily followed the noises of talk, laser gun clutched in his hand and ready to use it, if need be.
Morty had fallen one step behind Rick, also cautious since he didn't know what could possibly await them down here. Aside from that, he felt currently as vulnerable as ever and would really like to avoid confrontation as much as possible. He just wanted to go home already…

After rounding another corner in the prison-like maze, the voices became significantly louder.
What Rick hadn't expected as he got around it was the figure that stood in the middle of the corridor.
Out of reflex, he lifted his laser gun and pointed it at the person only to look confused and lower the weapon a little again.

The look of confusion on Morty's face matched that of his grandfather as he also looked the strange guy over.
It seemed to be a Morty, but he looked slightly off and not only because of the weird outfit that he wore.
Over his brown curls, he had put a wig that looked like it was taken from an Albert Einstein cosplay and he also wore a matching lab coat.
Over his yellow t-shirt he wore a blue sweater, which looked a little too big on him.
His eyes were lidded and bloodshot, as if he had been pulling all-nighters for an entire week in a row or something and green spittle hung on his lower lip – a sight that Morty was used to only from Rick.
The scariest thing about him was what he held in his hands though – it was a brain. And by the looks of it, it was a human's brain.

A shudder ran through Morty at the creepy sight. It didn't really help that cranial fluid was still leaking from the removed organ and was dripping down on the ground, giving the impression that it had been just recently removed from the skull in which it had previously resided in.
Somehow, he felt sick in the stomach for an entirely different reason now, but Morty couldn't say that he was happy about the change.

"What's wrong, Rick Morty?" one of the chattering voices suddenly asked.

Following the voice was another Morty who peeked out of an open cell door.
At least the C-137 duo guessed that it was another Morty from his voice.
Well, it still was obviously a Morty, but he was inside a Morty costume, which looked like those funny mascot costumes that people wore at amusement parks.
It was certainly a weird sight. Since when did this kind of mascot costumes exist?
Even more, why put a Morty of all people inside one? That's just like wearing a hat on top of hat.

The Mascot Morty turned around and also saw their "visitors" peeking through the mouth of the big head of his getup. "Oh I see now."

Rick wasn't entirely sure what to do, but he was still weary of these two. For all he knew they were working with the enemy and even if they were only harmless, little Mortys after being attacked by that little freak last time, he wasn't all too willing to let his guard down.

"What is it? Is there someone?" the voice of the one that the Mascot Morty must have been in a conversation with earlier shouted from inside the cell.

"Yeah, it's a Rick and another Morty." Mascot replied while turning back to the cell.

Rick Morty still continued to stare at them – most specifically at Rick.

"Oh, a new friend? But it's not our grandpa is it?" the voice – without a doubt another Morty – asked still from inside the cell.

"No, it's another Rick. And I don't know if that Morty is a new friend. When he's with that Rick, he's probably an enemy though." Mascot turned back to the duo while he said that.

"N-no! We're not enemies!" Morty shouted.

He didn't want to get into a fight with other versions of himself. He just wanted to get out of here.

"He's right. We don't want any trouble." Rick confirmed.

He himself wasn't in the mood to fight his way out of this dungeon if he didn't have to.
Sure, he wanted to beat the living shit out of Mysterious Rick, but he could care less about these Mortys. As far as he was concerned, he didn't have a problem with them.
At least as long as they didn't cause him trouble.

"So, he's a new friend!" the Morty that still hadn't come into the corridor shouted. "Please come in here."

The duo looked briefly at each other as if silently asking if it was okay before they cautiously came closer.
Morty could quickly see why the other Morty hadn't joined his "friends" in the corridor as he was inside a big water tank that almost filled up the entire space inside the cell.
The reason for that also became quickly obvious because the boy had from the waist down a fish tail – he was a mermaid… or was merboy the correct term?

"Ah. You're a human one." Mermaid Morty said as the duo finally came into his view.

"Aren't most Mortys though." Mascot Morty said as if it wasn't such a big deal.

Mermaid Morty argued back. "Not all though! There are many that don't look like your "standard" human at all and I'm not even talking about myself here."

They continued to go on, arguing about what a "normal" Morty was or was supposed to be, completely ignoring their onlookers.
It was only when Mermaid Morty noticed Morty C-137 shivering again that he abandon the pointless discussion and focused back on him again.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, what happened to your clothes?" Mascot Morty also asked, looking at him.

Morty didn't feel like answering. Heck, he didn't even want to think about it anymore!

That's why he only shyly asked. "D-do you maybe have… something like… uh… spare clothes?"

"Oh sure. We got everything down here. I'll go and get you something to wear." Mascot offered and went to another cell.

"Why are you locked up down here anyways?" Rick finally decided to ask even though he thought that "locked" was probably not quite the right phrasing, seeing as none of the cell doors were locked.

"Huh?" Mermaid looked confused at him. "We're not locked up, we're living here."

Indeed, after looking around the cell some more, he could see that some small things were in it that made it certainly seem more inhabitable.
A TV for example and also some posters on the wall.
Peeking inside another cell, it looked even more lavished with a bed, a carpet, a desk, shelves and even a nightstand with an elephant-desk-lamp on it.
The interior almost resembled Morty's room now that he thought about it but not quite.

Mascot returned with a yellow t-shirt, blue jeans, socks, shoes and fresh briefs and handed them to Morty.
The boy fidgeted a little and turned shyly around, fumbling awkwardly to put his clothes on without letting Rick's lab coat drop from his shoulders.
Both Mascot and Mermaid rolled their eyes at the sight (and Rick almost did, too).

"No need to act like that. It's not like you have something that we haven't seen yet. We've all been looking into a mirror at one point, you know." Mermaid said.

Mascot scoffed a little. "You do realize that that sounds ridiculous coming from you? I do have to agree though. You don't have to act like that around us."

"S-sorry." Morty blushed and tried to act less awkward after he had at least his pants on.

Even though he still felt sweaty and sticky and was in dire need for a shower, he did feel a little better to finally have his clothes back on.

"Okay, so you live down here…" Rick started as he put his lab coat back on and put his stuff back into the pockets. "…can you tell us how to get out of here? Or where we can find your Rick?"

Of course, he knew a Rick at best could only have one Morty and not more. That's why he was pretty sure that these Mortys didn't all really belong to Mysterious Rick, but also were only kidnapped and brainwashed little things that were kept in this sex dungeon for that villain's sick pleasures.

The control room was swarming with cats as Mysterious Rick still observed his monitors and watched the other Rick's every step.
He had one cat in his lap – only that this one wasn't really a cat, but Crazy Cat Morty.
Like a typical TV villain, he patted the Cat Morty's head who nuzzled happily against him.

Mysterious Rick didn't look very happy that this Rick was talking to his Mortys, but as long as he didn't get any weird ideas and touched them, he could still live with that.
Maybe he should have warned his Mortys about this beforehand and give them some orders in advance, but now it was too late for that anyways.

However, as he watched things unfold with a displeased face, plans started to form inside his head what he would do now.
He had actually plenty of options here how he could get rid of the other Rick and get that Morty back from him.
Get the two separated and kill that Rick were some good ones. Not impossible either as he could still give some orders to some of his other Mortys down there.

However, since he had just received some news about his current crisis a few minutes ago, he would have to postpone all those plans and come up with something differently.
It wasn't like the Legendary Morty would just vanish now after he had finally found him. It was merely that he would have to delay catching him for a bit.
And to make sure that things would go exactly his way, he needed to create a diversion. Which shouldn't be too hard to do, especially since the duo was practically about to wander straight into his trap anyways.

Mysterious Rick grinned broadly again as he continued to stroke through the brown locks of the purring Morty, clearly pleased with the solution that he had come up with.
If everything was going according to plan, he might even be able to kill two birds with one stone. That was really the only reason why he was willing to let Rick C-137 alive… for now.

"So, Granddaddy. What do we do now?" Super Rick Fan Morty asked, still standing beside him.

"Meow?" the Cat Morty also looked questioningly up at him.

Mysterious Rick chuckled a little for dramatic effect before he answered, "We're just going to lure them were we want them to be and then we can proceed with the project "screw all my enemies over in one go"."

Like a typical villain, he began to cackle and the Super Fan fell in with him while Cat Morty and the other cats in the room tuned in with their meowing.

"You can't really get lost, but it's probably best if someone brings you. Rick Morty could do it, right? You're not really busy right now anyways, are you?" Mascot Morty said.

The creepy Morty only looked at Rick before giving a brief nod.

"Okay, then that's settled."

Mascot seemed happy to have gotten this off his hands.
The C-137 duo eyed Rick Morty wearily, but there was probably no way around it.

"Well then, have a safe trip." Mermaid Morty waved from the top of his tank. "I hope we'll meet again. Bye."

Morty shyly waved back while Rick muttered under his breath that they'll hopefully never meet again.
Rick Morty still stared creepily at the scientist for a while before he finally turned around and started to walk.
As they got further away from Mascot and Mermaid who had started another conversation again, silence settled over them.

As they passed by many more cells, they noticed that they were furnished, but most of them were otherwise empty.
There was only one or two where they could see someone – most likely another Morty – occupying the bed, being in deep slumber.

Morty C-137 kind of wondered where all the Mortys where that were supposed to live down here, then again he was already so confused why there were even so many Mortys here.
He would have suspected that they have been kidnapped as he had been, but they were acting far too relaxed for that to be the case. If they had been abducted and were held here as prisoners they surely would have acted differently.
It wasn't even like it was only one of them that acted oddly casual, but all three Mortys that they met, behaved like nothing was wrong with the entire situation.
Though, he did have to admit that the one that was leading them was pretty weird and not only by appearance.

As he continued to look at all the cells, which doors where indeed wide open and not locked, he wondered if he was really the only Morty that had been so unlucky to have been kidnapped by Mysterious Rick.
It was still weird though that so many Mortys had been gathered here in this one place without their Ricks.
It rather reminded him of that one time when Evil Rick had been killing other Ricks and abducting their Mortys.

Again, a shiver ran through his body as he remembered that dome and those frightened Mortys that he had met inside that cell.
No, that scenario had been vastly different from this one, but he still couldn't help but think that something was not okay with this whole thing.

Not being able to stand the silence any longer, he tried to have a go at conversation with the weird Morty. "S-so… uh… that's a very interesting outfit that you're wearing there… heh…"

Rick Morty didn't answer him and Rick sighed beside him and rolled his eyes.
It was as if he was silently telling him "Way to go, Morty" sarcastically.

He ignored his Rick's behavior and cleared his throat as he attempted once again. "It kinda reminds me of… um… someone…"

"It's Rick's."

Morty almost jumped out of his skin, as he hadn't expected the other Morty to actually answer him.
Apparently, he finally got him to talk because he continued. "Those are my Rick's clothes, but that's not entirely important."

Well, Morty could see that with the oversized lab coat and sweater. It also looked kind of funny, that he had even cut a hole in the back of the wig where Rick had his bald spot.

"This here is what is really important though. A memento of him." He turned around and held the brain in his hands up for emphases.

Morty inched a step backwards and made a face. It still looked so fresh and was dripping brain fluid onto the floor.

Rick Morty turned around again to continue walking. "My Rick had always said that I wouldn't ever have half of his brain. But he was wrong. I mean, just look now. I have his entire brain, right here in my hands."

"I'm pretty sure that's not what he meant." Rick threw in.

As if he hadn't heard him the crazy Morty continued. "And I'm never going to give that away. It was always the most beautiful part of him."

Morty felt a little nervous about how possessive he sounded when he said that.
Sure, he knew that his grandpa was a genius, but he surely would never talk like that about him to anyone, not even himself.
If he wouldn't know any better, he'd think that this Morty had a crush on his Rick or something.

God, hopefully he wasn't one of those Yandere or whatever the Japanese called those weirdos and killed his own Rick in a jealous rage or some gruesome story like that.
He cringed at the mental cinema, as he imagined the scene, how this Morty was straddling a dead or almost dead Rick, covered from head to toe in blood and having a manic glint in his eyes and a matching grin on his face, as he raised a bloody knife and hack away on the man's skull until he could get to the brain inside.
…now he really wanted to throw up…

"Hey. Big question." Rick interrupted his horrific thoughts. "Not that it's any of my business or anything, but why are you staying with that cree—with Mysterious Rick?"

Rick Morty turned back at blinked at him as if he had asked a really stupid question.

"I'm staying with him because he is my Rick." He answered simply.

Morty reeled. That couldn't be true!

"What? The same one who's brain you're holding in your hands?" Rick mocked.

At the Morty's nod, he asked. "Suuure he is. And I'm sure you can also explain how's that work, smarty McSmartpants?"

"He's a genius. He can do it somehow." Was the innocent answer.

Well, that was just bananas.
Morty was more confused than ever and also more convinced than ever that something wasn't right with these Mortys.

Rick just wanted to get out of here as fast as possible to be saved from this freak show.
Maybe he'd have enough of a heart to send an anonymous note to the Citadel of Dicks, to pick up those poor souls, after he took care of Mysterious Rick.
Priority still was to get that creepo and his portal gun back though.

It was after some more minutes of wandering around in silence, Morty trying but always ending up stopping himself from prompting further conversation from his companions when they seemed to be finally getting out of the dungeon area.
Unexpectedly, someone was already waiting for them. It was none other than Mysterious Rick! And Crazy Cat Morty was at his side this time.

"Finally, C-137. I've already been waiting for you." He greeted with a smug grin. "Thank you for leading them here, Rick Morty."

As said Morty went to his side, he bent down to give him a gentle kiss on his forehead as a reward. Rick Morty eagerly leaned into it.
To Morty, that sweet sight looked odd… but maybe that was only because he wasn't used to such nice treatment from his own grandpa? Then again, his grandpa also didn't try to molest him or get into his pants, so that was that.

Mysterious Rick focused his attention back on the duo, but his gaze lingered on Morty.
The hungry look and that grin that accompanied it made the boy almost squeak in fright and hide behind his Rick's back. His fingers hooked in the off-white lab coat and he held so hard onto him like a cat that was about to fall into a large body of water.
Thankfully, his Rick didn't try to shake him off or made any degrading remarks about it.
No, his grandfather was too busy fixing the asshole with a stare that could potentially kill.

The villainous Rick didn't look fazed by it one bit. In fact, he was so relaxed as if he had all the reigns in his hands and considering that they were still in his base and he still had their portal gun it was probably true.
Speaking of which, the smug bastard held something in his hand that looked exactly like his portal gun.
As Mysterious Rick saw that C-137's finally spotted the portal gun in his hand, his smirk grew wider.

"Oh, I bet you wanna have this back, don't you?" he mocked as he held it up and dangled it in his hand like a toy.

"You better give that back if you know what's good for ya. Not that that's gonna safe your sorry ass from a serious kicking though, buddy." C-137 replied and flexed his hands, ready to grab his laser gun and just blast a new hole in the other's head.

The scene briefly reminded Morty of a showdown in a western.
As if reading C-137 Morty's thoughts, Mysterious Rick grabbed another gun from beneath his uniform. C-137 pulled out his laser gun at the same time, but only then realized that the other gun was also a portal gun.
Why would he need two portal guns now?

"If you want it back so badly then come and get it." Mysterious Rick yelled as he shot open a portal and went through it with Crazy Cat Morty in tow.

"Shit! C'mon, Morty!"

Rick grabbed Morty's arm and pulled him behind himself as he hurried to make it through the portal and after the guy before it would close.
Who knew if they would find him again so fast if he just got away like this? For all he knew there wasn't any crap in this dimension with which he could rebuild a portal gun.
So, even if this whole thing smelled like a trap, he would have to risk it!

Just as he passed through the portal, he was greeted by the sight of another portal, but Mysterious Rick hadn't went through it yet. It was almost as if he had been waiting for him.
With a grin, he first pushed his Cat Morty through the portal, then he threw C-137's portal gun to the side while shouting "Here!"
Lastly, he vanished through the portal himself.

Rick was in two minds about jumping after his portal gun or after the other Rick, but he figured if he had his portal gun back, he would be able to somehow trace him again.
Both portals closed again and as Rick tried to see where his portal gun had landed, he only then started to realize where he actually was.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Rick from earth dimension C-137." A familiar voice boomed through the hall. "What a pleasure to have the Rogue Rick paying us a visit again."

"Oh shit." Rick groaned and slapped a hand over his face.

Of all the places where he could end up it had to be here, hadn't it?
The goddam multiverse was huge and full of the most horrible, dangerous and crappy places that one could imagine. And out of all those possible places that were so high on his shitty places ranking list, it had to be one in his top 5.

"Oh geez, Rick. Isn't this the Council of Ricks?" his Morty asked beside him.

"Yes, Morty. It is."

Of all the shitty places, they had to end up on the Citadel of Ricks.

"Confiscate his portal gun." Riq IV ordered.

"Whoa! Hold on there!" Rick yelled as he dived for his portal gun, but a Guard Rick was faster and had already picked it up. "Whatever this is about, it's a misunderstanding!"

"We do not think so." Riq IV continued to speak for the entire council (like usual). "We've been informed that you've partaken in a Morty battle while in possession of an unlicensed portal gun."

Well, obviously his portal gun was unlicensed.

"First of all, what I do with my portal gun is none of your business. And secondly, I was set up by that Mysterious Rick. Don't believe any of the bullshit that that psycho has been spouting." C-137 retorted.

"Oh, but it is our business, Rick C-137. The regulations for Morty battles are strict and must be properly upheld by the council."

Rick growled in frustration. "Weren't you listening to what I just said?! That other Rick fed you bullshit. I don't even know anything about "Morty battles"!"

Riq IV tsked. "Now, now. You don't really think that we would believe that you've never heard about "Pocket Mortys". It's a craze that has spread beyond just Ricks. And one of the regulations that we decided on is that only the most respected Morty trainers can be trusted with a portal gun."

"You've got to be shitting me!" Rick growled once more while Morty looked very uncomfortable, still standing next to him.

So, did that mean that they can't go home anymore?

"Fine, so if I become a "Morty trainer" I gonna get my portal gun back? Is that it?" Rick asked impatiently.

He didn't have time for this bullshit. He had a Rick to hunt down!

Haughtily, Riq IV continued. "Not simply a Morty trainer, but one that can be respected."

At the lift of one side of C-137's eyebrow, he elaborated, "We need proof that you play be the rules for once, Rick. You'll need to earn batches by defeating other Ricks and once you have enough badges you may battle us to show us your worth."

C-137 sighed.

"Rick, what are we gonna do now?" Morty asked him in a hushed voice.

"What do you think, Morty? We gotta do what these a-holes ask of us." He replied matter-of-factly.

"But I don't even—"

"Yeah, neither do I, but these guys are real blockheads when it comes to stupid shit like rules so I guess there's no way around it for us." In a louder voice, he addressed the council members again. "So, care to explain how exactly this whole thing works?"

"Well, you need to collected enough batches to battle against all of us and you earn one badge by defeating one Rick. If you want to know all about the rules and details of the game just ask someone from the staff of Morty Inc." Riq IV said with a smug grin.

The rest of the council wore matching expressions on their faces.
Figures that was as much as he would be able to get out of them.
On the verge of getting kicked out of the building by the Rick guards, C-137 left with his Morty trailing behind him.

"What do we do now, Rick? They were talking about Morty battles. Does that mean that I have to fight now or something?"

"Yeah, Morty. That's exactly what it sounds like. Can't believe I have to rely on you to get us out of this mess." Rick grumbled the last sentence. "But don't worry, Morty. Your grandpa's got you covered. I'm gonna train the heck out of ya and then we gonna kicked all of the councils butts!"

And after that, he would personally kick Mysterious Rick's ass so hard that he'll never be able to sit or even walk in his life anymore!

AN: And there you have it. As mentioned in the AN from the beginning, keep a look out on the soon to come "The Lines Between Ricks and Mortys", which will be a direct continuation to this story.