Rick & Morty in The Interdimensional War: Part One The Multiversal War

by kamorynegharp2005

Nine years after the chaotic events of weirdmageddon, Dipper Pines returns to the town of Gravity Falls for good. He soon meets up with old friends like Wendy and Soos, as well as family like his twin sister Mabel, and Great Uncle Ford, beginning to enjoy his life more. But, just as the fun starts, a friend from Ford's past appears, Warning them of a terrible War on the uprising.

2. The Devil's Demise: Part One

Chapter One

The Devil's Demise

Part One: The Journey

October Ninth, 2020

"Babe; you don't have to do this". Jessica Smith said to her husband, beginning to tear up. The twenty-three-year-old watched as her husband walked around their bedroom with a backpack, and a duffel bag, grabbing clothes and personal items. "Come on, has he ever done something good for you"? She asked, starting to cry. Morty Smith, who was still packing his bags, turned around to see his wife, revealing a line of stitches that stretched from his right ear to the right entrance of his mouth.

"Look, I know; okay". He paused, "but he is the only piece of family that I have left, as far as I know". Morty angrily said, walking up to his wife, his anger leaving him for a moment when they hugged, "I need to find him, and fix him". He said, walking back around the bed, to grab a green-handled pocket knife. He also grabbed a handgun.

"But what if you can't fix him"? Jessica asked him, as he loaded the gun with bullets, he looked back at her.

"then. . .I. . .guess I'll have to kill him". Morty said confidently and fearlessly, cocking the gun, before placing it in a secret compartment in his backpack.

Morty proceeded to walk down the stairs of their Oakland townhouse, with his wife following suit. He walked into the dining room, once they were on the ground floor. Hanging on a chair in the dining room was a black and gray sweater that said Oakland raiders on it, he grabbed it and slipped it on. Then he looked at the table, where a black wallet and an android phone lay. He grabbed them and put them in his pocket. On his way out of the kitchen, Morty grabbed his keychain and his yellow contact glasses. After putting the glasses on over his face, and latching the keys to his belt buckle, he walked out of the kitchen and into a side hallway.

Morty looked around for Jessica, not finding her in the kitchen or the dining room. When he walked into the living room, he found her sitting on the sofa, crying. I can't do this to her, he thought. Morty began to frown, he wants her to be with him, but he doesn't want to put her in danger. An idea came up in his head, so he went back into the kitchen, and grabbed his bags. He reached into the secret compartment of his backpack and grabbed the caliber. He walked back out into the living room with his things in hand and gave the gun to Jessica.

"I want you to keep this by yourself". Morty told her, "if anything happens, don't be afraid to use it". He said sternly, "please, I-i want you to be safe". He finished, tearing up. Jessica nodded, and Morty walked out of their apartment. Across the road sat a green 1975 chevy Camaro, he walked over to it, put his things in it, and started the car up. When the car roared to life, he looked back at the townhouse, where he saw the love of his life looking back at him. He checked to see if any cars were coming. When the coast was clear, he held his arms out, as if he was going to embrace the air. Jessica ran to him and embraced him as if it would be the last time she saw him. Maybe it was.

"What's your plan now"? She asked, crying gently now. Morty looked down into her light emerald eyes, now shaded with crimson veins. His sterned face frowned, not knowing what he had to do, but the citadel was in his mind a lot.

"I don't know, I'll figure it out tomorrow". He said, smiling a little.

Jessica looked out at the setting sun and smiled. "Seems like you're running out of days, smith". She finished, looking back at him. They seemed happier now.

"I am going to think about it on the road". He said, "I'll stop in Sacramento, and call you". He finished, then Jessica started to cry again.

"I love you". She sobbed, "please call me". Morty cupped Jessica's face with both his hands and wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

"I will Jessie, I love you too". He said, giving her one last hug and kiss, before getting in the Camaro and driving off. When he got down the tortuous hill, he made his way into downtown Oakland, where the afternoon traffic was bad. He made it to i-580, taking the north route to 1-80(taking almost an hour due to the long traffic), which eventually got him to Sacramento.

When Morty arrived in Sacramento nearly five hours later, he pulled into a diner on the western side of town, called diner-49. When he got in, a waitress(who looked to be sixteen), with long black hair, and dark brown eyes met him. She then led him to a booth on the back end of the diner, near a window that showed his car. When he sat down, she walked away, then walked back with a menu, notepad, and a pen."Welcome to diner-49, my name is Sarah, would you like to start the night with a drink"? She asked him tiredly.

He thought about it, "yes, I would like a coffee, with extra creamer". He said, slightly frowning. As he said this, the waiter, named Sarah, wrote on her notepad. When she walked away, Morty pulled his phone out. He sighed, knowing what he has to do. It's time, he thought, I need to call her. He opened the contacts on his phone, scrolling down to Jessica's name, then he dialed her number. The phone rang for an eternity before the other line picked up. Morty was getting a sense of dread in him when an eerie silence followed the answering of Jessica's line.

"Hello"? Jessica's voice answered after a silent moment, it sounded calmer than when he left. This scared Morty, and because of the eerie silence, he got worried that something happened. He was relieved to hear the voice of his wife, with it sounding gentle, unlike early on in the day.

"Jesus jess, you scared". He said, his voice cracked a little, "I thought something happened".

"Everything is fine down here". Jessica said, hesitating. "Where are you anyways"? She asked her sad husband, to which he said "Sacramento".

"Really, but you left almost five hours ago". She said, starting to get worried. "Did something happen on the road"? She asked.

"No, just traffic". Morty said, "and a hell of it, took me damn near two hours to get out of the bay". He finished, smiling. "Then when I got into the Sacramento valley, there was traffic going into the city". He paused, "I am at a diner on the western outskirts of town, called diner-49". He said, sighing. He had given his plans some thought on the road trip, and he is going to the citadel, but he needs some special equipment to get there, gadgets, and most importantly, a portal gun. So his next move is going back to his hometown of Seattle, Washington. "I've thought about what I need to do". He said to her, quietly, almost in a whisper.

"You did"? She asked enthusiastically, "well, what's your gameplan"? She asked. Morty explained to her his plan, that he needs to reach the citadel, and warn them about rick, he continued, explaining that he'll need to go back to their hometown, retrieve some items, and see if there is a spare portal gun, if not, then he'll have to reach the citadel some other way. When he was done he moved on to something he's been thinking of too, Jessica, and her safety.

"Listen, Jess, I need you to do something for me". He said, sternly, "I need you to take the next train out of Oakland, and meet Alex in San Francisco". He could sense the hesitation in her voice. "I will call her for you, so she could meet you in balboa park". He finished, then he heard scuffling, and realized that Jessica was packing. He said his goodbyes and hung up the phone, so he could call their good friend Alex, who lived in San Francisco. He explained to her the situation and asked her if Jessica could stay with them for a while. She said yes, so Morty gave her instructions on where to meet Jessica.

When Morty was done talking to her, Sarah, the waitress came back for his order. He ordered his food and waited for another twenty minutes. While he waited, Jessica called him, "did you call her"? She asked, and Morty answered, "Yes, my love, are you still at the house"? He happily asked. Then he heard the sound of a BART train passing by her. So he figured that she was at the BART station.

"I am at the Lake Merritt BART station". She said, then Morty began thinking of how much he missed his loved one.

"I miss you". He said, feeling sadder, "I wish I had brought you with me". When he finished, a rogue tear had slithered down his cheek. The next sentence he couldn't bring himself to say, due to the words scattering around in his brain. They talked for some time after that, then Jessica had to go and get on the train. Five minutes after getting off the phone, Morty's food was served.

Sometime later, Morty walked out of the diner. He walked over to his car, and grabbed a pack of smokes out of the armrest, taking a cigarette out of the pack. He lit the cigarette and began smoking it. Morty then walked over to the front of the Camaro and sat on the hood. After a few minutes, he began losing himself to his thoughts. "But what if you can't fix him"? this question played in his head over and over.

"I'll have to try". He said to no one, he took another hit of his cigarette, held it in, and blew it out. "I'm coming home Rick, and you can't stop me when I do". Morty began to frown, saying the name gave him chills. Maybe it was just the bad memories or the trauma from the last altercation he had with his grandpa Rick. in January, Rick went into the underworld dimension on a mission. Unfortunately, he went missing shortly after his departure, only to pop up at Morty's doorstep nine months later. But Morty knew something was off about him.

Rick's hair wasn't spikey like usual, it was combed back. He wore a black and blue suit, instead of his long-sleeve blue shirt, and tan pants. He wore a black leather Salvador coat over a hilted ten-inch dagger, instead of the white worn-out lab coat he always wore. He also had a pair of black aviator shades that he never took off. In the nine months, he was gone, Rick grew a long, thin-trimmed mustache, along with a goatee he had on his chin. When Rick showed up at Morty and Jessica's house, he attacked Morty like an insane man.

He pulled out the dagger, sliced through Morty's right cheek, and tried to stab him. It scared Morty, though, when Rick suddenly stopped and began speaking in tongues. Then he went on, shouting about a war, before running off. Morty was left on the ground, his face was bloody on one side. Jessica called the paramedics, and he was taken to the bayside medical center. He was there for half a week and decided that when he got home, he would pack, and go to find Rick before things could escalate from a universal threat to a multiversal threat. And that is how he got here, to this small spot in the Sacramento region, trying to decide if he should stay or if he should leave. His mind was set on going to Seattle, which was practically two states away. He was nervous too, because he's been away from home for so long, and does not know just how much has changed in his sacred city.

While going through this dispute, he heard a ringing noise; only it didn't come from his phone. Morty looked around nervously and found a phone booth a few feet up the road, which was where the ringing seemingly came from. He took one last hit from the cigarette, before flicking it away. Morty then began walking up to the telephone booth. He saw his still-lit cigarette, and stepped on it, killing any flame that was left in it. When he got to the booth, Morty looked around to see if anybody was around, before taking a deep breath and walking into it to answer the phone.

"H-hello"? He said into the phone nervously, not knowing what could be on the other side.

"Hey there dum-dum, the nice night isn't it". A very dry and raspy voice answered back.

"Who the hell is this"? Morty asked in fear and anger.

"Honestly, if it's not the voice or the attitude, I don't know what to say". The voice said. After a brief moment of silence, Morty heard the voice sigh, "it's me, you dumbass; it's grandpa Rick". The voice finished, then Morty heard a sadistic chuckle from the other line, and Morty got irritated.

"Where are you, Rick"? He asked, anger in his voice, hearing more maniacal laughter after that, which made him angrier.

"Why do you want to know"? Rick chuckled, "it's not like you're going to catch me". He finished, and the laughter halted. After some time, Rick sighed and gave in. "I'm going to the citadel. . .", Rick paused, "I have some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of". He finished, and Morty could sense the irritation in Rick's voice, which sent a chill down his spine, but he was not done.

"I guess I will see you there then, Rick". Morty said through gritted teeth, he was mad. Rick began to laugh that insane laugh again.

"What, you think you're some hero, Morty"? Rick asked, laughing through words.

"No, not a hero, you piece of shit". Morty said, trying to stay calm, "just a man trying to look out for his wife, and himself, understand, you pushed me, and you pushed me Rick, and I'm done".

"Just let me get crystal clear with you". Rick said, "if you come near me, I'll kill you before you even get the chance, then I will proceed to kill your wife before I start this war".

There it was again, something about a war, "what war, Rick"? Morty asked, annoyed.

"The war of a lifetime, a war that will span across the multiverse". Rick explained, "and if you're not careful, you won't live to see it". he continued, his voice getting higher and higher, "so in that case, STAY OUT OF MY WAY". Rick shouted, startling Morty a bit. He got pushed past his limits, then Rick said something else. "Or, you will meet your end, grandson". Rick finished, sounding like an old-school comic-book villain.

Morty chuckled, it was strained, and hoarse like he wasn't being humorous. "I'd like to see you try, Rick". Morty said angrily through the phone, "I don't care what you do to me, but if you ever come near Jessica". Morty paused, "you're going to die". He finished, and added, "and I will do everything in my power to take you out, and prevent this. . .this multiversal war".

"And you can't stop me, Rick, I am like a parasite, and you are the host". He finished, practically shouting into the phone.

Rick stopped laughing once and for all, "okay then". Rick said irritably, before the line cut out. Morty's anger caused him to begin slamming the telephone onto the dial pad, and after several good whams, the top half of the phone broke off in shattered pieces. He left the booth after this outrage, leaving the bottom half of the phone dangling from the dial. Morty looked around, but nobody was around, before fast-walking to his car, and getting in. After starting the Camaro, he sped off, getting the hell away from where he was. Morty got on the I-80 west ramp and drove towards the I-5 junction. He headed north after that, towards Seattle. Where he knew he had to be, there was something that was calling him home. Seattle will be his next step in reaching the citadel, and possibly someone on the inside of it. Yet, little did Morty know, things will be turning for the worst.

Seattle

He was driving for two days now, steering clear of traffic. Morty had finally made it into the Seattle area by noon on October eleventh. He got off I-5 and turned onto the west Seattle bridge. After twenty minutes, he turned onto his street, which was a few blocks from Lincoln park. His house sat at the very end of Thistle street. He pulled up to his childhood home, where he saw a 1970s station wagon parked in the driveway. Morty took a deep breath, he was nervous, it has been nearly four years since he's seen his family.

He stepped out of the car and grabbed his bag from the back. After locking the Camaro up, and putting his bag over his shoulder. He sighed, before looking down, and walking to the door. He nervously sighed again and knocked on the door.

After thirty long seconds of waiting, a woman in her mid-twenties opened the door. She was wearing a pink tank top and black sweatpants. Her hair was red and short, and running down her left arm was a sleeve tattoo of a red dragon. The woman was shorter than Morty by at least a foot. Morty, who immediately recognized the woman, smiled. "Hey, sum-". He began saying, but was cut short when the women pulled him into a tight hug, "Woah, okay". He said in surprise, before hugging the older woman back.

"It's been so long". The woman said, her voice breaking, "I've missed you, Morty". She said, starting to tear up. Morty frowned, and his heart sank seeing this. He had never once in his life seen his older sister Summer cry before. They broke away from the hug.

"I missed you too". Morty said, "May I come in, Summer"? He asked her and began grinning. Summer's expression brightened up a little. She turned around and walked back inside. Morty heard a small chuckle come from her.

"You didn't even need to knock". She said as she stood in the doorway. Summer walked fully into the house and out of sight, while Morty stood in the front hallway, looking at the pictures of him and Summer when they were younger. Up on one wall, he saw a picture of when he was a baby, and summer was sitting on the couch holding him. He turned and found the hallway that led down to the kitchen. He walked down it, expecting to find his parents in there cooking lunch, yet they weren't, and Summer seemed to have disappeared as well. He looked at the entrance to the garage -or "Rick's lab" to be precise- and all of the memories from his forgotten past started to flood in like a tsunami on a coast. The door to the garage was closed, and Morty guessed that it was locked as well. He decided to not investigate just yet, then walked out of the kitchen and back to the front hallway.

To his right was the entrance to the living room, and to his left was the dining room. Instead of going right or left, he turned a full one-eighty and walked up the twelve-step stairway to the upstairs. His room was the very last door down the hall and on the right. When he got to his door, he was greeted by a blue sign that said: Morty Smith. He sighed a sad sigh, as more memories came back to him, pulling at his heartstrings. He tried to forget this place, this hellhole, but no matter what he did, and where he went, the past of Mortimus Smith still haunted him. He sniffled a bit, and a few rogue tears fell down his face. He drew in a deep breath and opened the door to his childhood room, the room he grew up in.

Morty's room looked the same way he left it four years ago. The bed lay directly in front of the door, with a three-foot space between them. He looked at his closet, where different shirts, and different types of pants from blue skinny jeans to sweatpants, hung in the darkness, collecting four years' worth of dust. He turned his head fully to the right and saw a desk that sat below the window seal. He envisioned that his study chair and laptop were with it. To the left side of his desk was the closet, but to the right was a hilted flat-screen t.v., with a shelf underneath it, which contained a play-station three, and many games and movies to go with it. On one side of the t.v. and the dresser, in the far corner of the room, was a tan five-leveled bookshelf. He looked around and sighed again. Morty rested his bag on his bed and walked back down to look for Summer.

He found her in the dining room, where she sat at the eight-seater oak-made table. Summer was sitting at the far end of the table. Morty walked up and sat with her. For a while, there was tranquility, and Morty decided to take a trip down memory lane. He thought about the times he had spent in this house. After a while, Morty grew bored, and summer spoke up:

"So how long are you staying for"? She asked curiously. Morty paused and thought for a moment. Once he could conjure up an answer, he did.

"For two to three days". Morty began, looking at her, she met his gaze and smiled. He smiled back, and continued, "I need to find the citadel". He finished. Summer frowned when he said this, then confusion splashed on her face.

"Wait". She paused, thinking, "do you mean the citadel, the place we went to so long ago"? She asked in confusional thought.

"Yes". Morty answered, thinking about the day they stole Rick's portal gun, and went there, this was seven years ago. Then summer got even more confused by his answer.

"But didn't that place and the council get destroyed"? She asked, then Morty paused, and went back to the memory. Yes, the place did get destroyed, he thought, but wait, Another memory came to mind, about a year after the fall of the citadel, he and Rick decided to spend the day at the lost city of Atlantis, but right before they left, a rick and a Morty came through a portal, explaining how there was a new council, and the election of a new president was a few weeks away. Rick explained to the other two that he and Morty wanted no part in the council and that he was the one to kill the original council members.

"You're right". Morty said, "but. . .about a year after the fall of the citadel, we were told that the council and the presidency were being renewed". He explained to her, "meaning that the citadel was reborn".

"So what about it, why do you need to go there"? Summer asked.

"Because that's where he is going". Morty answered, not wanting to say the name, but he felt the purpose to do so. Summer looked at him in shock, and he knew exactly what was coming next.

"You've talked to Rick"? She asked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yes, not only that-" he paused, and pointed at the scar on his face, "-but this as well". He said, then proceeded on explaining what had happened. "I talked to Rick back in January, he said he was in the underworld, looking for something. But then he disappeared, only to reappear two weeks ago at mine and Jessica's house. He attacked me and slashed my face open, then he started to speak in a language that I didn't recognize. But there was something he mentioned, though, about a war". He said, with mixed emotions rushing in and out of his mind.

"Woah, back up". Summer said, "You said the underworld, and from my knowledge, isn't the underworld a dimension that is held as a prison for the most powerful, and evil monsters, that lurk around the universe"? She asked, and Morty sadly nodded, then an idea came to her. "If that is the case, then there must be something down there, something that is controlling him". She explained. Morty was now in shock, as he had not realized it before. The reason that Rick went into the underworld was that something had come up on his radio, and an unknown being had been awakened, so Rick went to investigate, and that was when he disappeared.

"Yeah". He answered after a while, "he was going down there to investigate something".

"Do you think. . .", she trailed off and began frowning.

"What"? Morty asked her, he looked at her and saw that she was frowning.

"Do you think that whatever is controlling Rick, wants to start the war"? Summer finished, still frowning.

"Yes, now that I think about it, I do". Morty said, and began to frown, "if whoever, or whatever starts this war, we'll be living the rest of our lives in a twisted form of hell". He explained, and Summer looked at him.

"What do you mean"? Summer asked, confusion and fear in her voice, Morty was silent. He looked down, not knowing what to say. He was trying to piece together his next sentence when summer tapped on his shoulder. Morty looked up at her, and he could see the fear on her face. He sighed deeply, and began to speak:

"If a war breaks out, Rick told me that it would be on a multiversal scale". He finished, then a big gasp came from Summer.

"Well, shit"! She croaked loudly, she looked like she was about to cry. "That's just, wow". She finished, her face filled with shock. Morty looked around, and noticed the lingering absence of his parents, he was curious about it.

"Where's mom and dad at"? He asked her. Summer looked at him, still in shock. She hesitated for a moment, then made a sad face. Morty was bewildered, but he wanted to know more. His parents should be here. He continued to stare at summer, who was still frowning. He felt sympathy for his older sister, who seemed to have been through a lot in the last near-half decade. "What's wrong, Summer"? He asked caringly. She looked away, fighting back the urge to cry. Did something happen to mom and dad while I was gone, he asked himself.

Summer looked back at him, her eyes were red with hot tears, "Oh. . . that's right, you don't know much". Summer said, sighing. "After you and Jessica left, they finally split, mom kept the house, and dad left, and moved to the eastern side of town. Everything seemed fine after that, but mom began to slowly slip into depression," she paused, as a rogue tear slowly slid down her left cheek, "it got so bad that she was sent off to an insane asylum up north, right before the border". Summer finished, breathing deeply.

"And what about dad"? Morty asked, he never really cared for his dad, but he was curious to know what happened to him.

"Well. . . after the split, I sometimes visited dad, but he became a really bad alcoholic, and he went out the John Bonham way when he accidentally drank too much, now he is six feet under". Summer explained, wiping any tears that fell down her face. "It was just me and Rick after that, up until Rick disappeared". She finished, trying to cheer herself up, she added: "but besides that, I am glad that you found your way back home". She finished and got up. While Summer walked into the kitchenette of the house, Morty sat at the table in shock. He didn't know what to say, but now his parents are gone, and he may never see them again. One question was on his mind though, and he will ask summer when he gets the chance. A few minutes later, summer came back into the room, "I am going to the store, do you want anything"? She asked him. Morty reached into his pockets and pulled his smokes out. He opened the box, only to find a half cigarette left.

"I am going with you, I need to buy cigarettes anyways". He said, now standing up, and walking past Summer, who stood shocked in the doorway.

"Mortimer Smith, I know damn well you don't smoke". She said, trying to catch up to her brother, who was outside by now, igniting the half cigarette, and smoking what was left of it.

"I've smoked since I left this place". He explained guiltily, holding his hands up, with the cigarette in his mouth. He put his hands down, grabbed the lit cylinder, and blew smoke out, "it helps with the stress I had and the trauma from this place". He finished.

"Well, don't smoke in the car". Summer demanded, getting in the station wagon, and turning it on. Morty finished the cigarette and flicked it across the road. He opened the passenger door and sat down. His sister grabbed the gear-shifter, and shifted it into drive, before pulling out of the driveway and driving down thistle street.

Morty stood beside the station wagon, in downtown Seattle, he was near an overpass that exited onto I-5. Morty was looking at the beauty of this city, a city he once called home, now a tourist attraction for Washington, a place that people don't live in, but visit. His observation of his home city was cut short by the ringing of his phone. Morty already knew who it could be but he decided to check the caller ID anyways. It said private number on the phone screen. Rick, Morty thought, he let the phone ring again before declining the call. He tossed his phone in the car and walked off to find Summer. ten minutes go by, and Morty found himself in front of an old liquor store he's been to many times in the past because his old high school was up the street. Summer was already inside, but Morty stayed behind for a bit, admiring the sign above that said: Vanzetti's liquor. Morty sighed, he was looking up at a sign that had a positive impact on his childhood. Wow, it has been a long time, he thought, as he walked into the store. To his left was the cashier counter, and to his right was the stock of the store, the snacks, the soda, the bottles, and bottles of liquor. He smiled and felt for the first time in four years, that he was home. He sniffled, and smelt the nostalgic smell of a sage burning relaxing smoke out of its beautiful stem. He turned left to the counter and walked over. Morty saw a man sitting down, he looked to be in his early to mid-sixties, with long gray hair, and a white hippie beard. The old man was reading an indie magazine while smoking a cigar behind it.

Morty took in a deep breath, before speaking, "hello, old friend". He said, getting the attention of Steve Vanzetti. Steve looked up from his magazine and saw Morty standing there, towering over him, But he was easily recognizable. Steve stood up, getting to the same height as Morty, Then exclaimed, before sprinting from behind the counter and hugging his young friend, after four years of not seeing him.

"Ah, Mortio! my boy"! Steve shouted in awe, greeting the young man of twenty-two, who, in Steve's eyes, looked exactly how he left off, except for the stitch line that ran from his right ear-lobe to the right side of his mouth. "Finally-ah came-ah back home-ah, joy. . . joy-ah fill-ah my heart". He said in a thick Italian accent only somebody like Morty could understand, bumping his chest with his fist. Steve may have been big, and muscular, but he had the biggest heart when it came to others, Especially teenagers that had to endure a tough childhood, like the pain and misery that Morty went through. Looking back on it, Morty realized long ago that nobody cared for him. Except for the corner store owner who seemed to listen to Morty, almost like a therapist. Morty never thought anyone else cared for him after that, summer wasn't around anymore, but that's when Jessica seemed to have noticed him.

Morty remembered that fateful Friday afternoon in his junior year, when he and Jessica began hanging out and seeing each other, but if it wasn't for Mr. Vanzetti, as Morty used to call him, the Friday afternoon wouldn't have gone down the way it did, becoming one of the greatest days of Morty's life, Steve was the one that encouraged Morty to ask her out. He snapped back to reality and watched as Steve went back behind the counter. "Any-ah-Thing you want-ah, Fifty-ah percent-ah off". Morty nodded in appreciation and looked around for Summer, who was in the back, walking to the cash register with her arms full. She had candy, chips, soda, and a bottle of Seattle-made Whiskey.

"Damn Summer, how much money do you have"? Morty said when he saw her junk-filled arms. She put the things on the counter, and Steve proceeded to scan everything. Summer looked at Morty, and answered the question:

"Fifty, why"? She asked, and Morty grinned, he pulled out a wad of cash, held together by a rubber band, withholding fifteen-thousand dollars. He looked at her and began flicking his finger through the wad of cash, making the bills flap and making a satisfying sound of flying paper. Summer scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Showoff", she said playfully, making Morty laugh for the first time in two weeks. Just then, Steve had finished scanning Summer's items.

"Any-ah-thing-ah else"? He asked joyfully when he looked up at them. Morty looked past the counter at the different types of cigarettes, and boy was there many. Steve had Republican cigarettes, Chamberlain cigarettes, Legacy cigarettes, and much more, but the ones that caught his attention were the ones he was looking for, the Smokey's, the one with a picture of Yogi Bear on it. There were different types of Smokey's, there was a red pack, a blue pack, a black pack, a gray pack, and Morty's favorite, the green pack, which doesn't cost nearly as much as it did in Oakland.

"Yes, I'll take two packs of green Smokey's". Morty answered, "And lighter fluid". He finished, and Steve, in surprise, grabbed those three items. Morty pulled out his I.D. proving that he is twenty-two years of age. He looked at the amount due, and the digital screen showed that the price was exactly a hundred dollars. He pulled out fifty and had summer give him the other fifty, before handing both fifties to Steve. "Have a good one, old friend". Morty said to Steve as if this was the last time he'd see him, maybe it was. Summer had stayed back to talk with Steve, while Morty walked out with his cigarettes. He walked down the road, opening one of his packs of cigarettes. He looked all around the colorful road, people were walking, and stores of many, containing everything from books to soda, to smoking products. There was Jace, the owner of the pet store that Morty got his first pet from. There was the nice old Asian lady, who owned the nail salon that Morty would take Jessica to when he finally had a car. Morty looked at his watch, which said Five Thirty on it.

He wasn't thinking of where he was going, just letting his legs take him. It's been too long, I feel like I've been in a time warp, he thought. He was still getting memories back as if they were long forgotten, they have been long forgotten. He turned right on a corner and was now facing something he thought he'd never see anymore His old high school. He crossed the street and was now facing the tall high school. Morty sighed, if I had a dime for all the crazy shit that happened here, he internally said to himself. He saw something out of the corner of his eye and looked to his right. A young black man, who looked to be around the same age as Morty, was walking down the road in his direction. The man looked familiar to Morty. Once the young black fella got more in range with Morty, Morty recognized him. It was Morty's old bully-turned-friend from school, Bradley. Brad had walked past Morty without knowing it, because he had an earpiece in his ear, listening to loud rap. Morty had tapped Brad on his shoulder. Bradley turned and saw Morty looking at him. It took Bradley a few seconds, but he recognized him.

"Damn, Morty, where have you been man"? He said, shaking Morty's hand, before pulling him into a guy hug.

"I've been down in California, working at a major construction site". Morty explained it was true, he worked in the biggest construction company in the Bay.

"Nice man, so how long are you staying brutha"? Brad asked, and smiled. Morty sighed.

"Not that long, I'm here on family business". Morty answered, and saw Bradley's curious face, "it's Rick, man, he went missing". He finished.

"Oh shit, sorry to hear that Morty". He said, before giving him another hug, "well I'm out, gotta go see my girl, see you later brutha". He said, before walking off.

"Hey Bradley, if you're ever down in the bay, let me know''. Morty said as Bradley walked. He turned around for a brief minute and nodded, acknowledging that he heard. They give each other the peace sign. Bradley walked away, disappearing in the distance. Morty looked around, he saw the space needle, which was fifteen blocks from the school in the southwest direction. He remembered when he took Jessica there. He stared at it for a minute, admiring the beautiful landscape, he could never get over this. He heard a horn honking behind him. Turning around, he saw summer in the station wagon, which was parked by the curb in front of the school. He walked down to the car, and got in, lighting a cigarette and smoking it on the way.

"Let's go home". He said when inside the car.

"No smoking in the car"! Summer exclaimed when Morty got in.

"Oh, bite me". Morty said, before laughing, then Summer joined in and laughed. He was still smoking though, but Summer allowed it. Morty grabbed his phone, which was on the right-hand corner of the dashboard. He turned it on and was surprised by what he saw. The lock screen of his phone showed that he had ten missed calls from Jessica, and almost fifty missed calls from the private number. It has to be him, Morty thought, he wants to think it was someone else, but deep down inside he knows, he knows who the real person is that keeps calling him. He's ready to put his phone down, but it starts ringing. Morty felt his heart drop and then skip a beat in his stomach. He checked the caller ID and surely enough, it said private number. He had been pre-cautious about his phone, but tonight, he felt like he was possessed. He answered the phone.

"Hello". He said, his voice shaky, because of his growing fear.

"Hello, Morty". Rick's voice said on the other line, his voice had a tinge of annoyance and irritation in it. "It's about time, I was wondering when you would answer". He said. What are you hiding rick, Morty wondered, what do you want from me? "I wanted to remind you of the consequences of following me to the citadel". Rick explained. "Remember what I said a couple of days ago, grandson, you can't kill me, nor can you fix me". Rick continued, sounding more and more evil as he goes on, "you should quit while you're still ahead, maybe go back to your wife, and live a happier life than this, please". Rick said, "I don't want to hurt you".

Morty puffed his cigarette, his anger for Rick was rising again, but he stayed calm. He took a deep breath and began speaking. "Okay Rick, okay, I just want you to remember something you sick son of a bitch". . Morty hit the cigarette again, and held in the smoke as he talked . ."I am still coming to the citadel, so if you want to go after my love, something you've always ruined for me, then I'll stop at nothing, even travel to the ends of the multiverse, and find you. And when I do, Rick, you'd better be ready". He said, raising his voice at the last sentence, and hitting his cigarette. "I will use my strength and fiber, to take you down, and end this god-damn war". Morty said, his face was red, and his temples were bulging out of his head, "so you have a choice, leave Jessica out of this, or meet your end, Rick".

It took Rick a second to process what he just heard, but he wasn't angry, because this was what he had wanted, for Morty to react. He began to evilly laugh, and laugh, and laugh. He put his mouth to the phone and said the one line that gave Morty chills down his spine. "You've been warned". Rick said, before hanging up. Morty looked up and saw Summer staring at him. He didn't know what to do now, he wanted to call Jessica, and was afraid. He thinks that Rick could be tracing her phone as well. Can't do that, he thought, realizing what he needs to do. He grabbed his phone by both ends, and bent it, breaking the phone in half.

"Is everything alright"? Summer asked. She knew who Morty was talking to, and now she is worried because she's never seen him like this. He's never been this mad in his life, something else must be going on with him.

"Everything is fine, Summer". Morty snapped at her. He realized that he did so, and apologized. "He said that he will kill Jess, I don't know what to do". He said, flooded with emotion. "She's the only thing I've got, other than you two, if Jessica dies, I'll be lost". Morty explained, then sniffled. He felt like crying but didn't want to. There was a question, it's been on his mind for a little while now, "summer, I wanted to know, did Rick by any chance seem to act weird before he left"? He asked her, curiously, to which she shook her head.

"No". she slowly answered, "why"?

"Because none of this adds up". He said, bringing one hand up, "there are a few problems in the equation here". He said, and began explaining each problem, "For one thing, Rick left". . . Morty snapped his finger. . ."He would have consulted the mission with you first". He said, putting a single finger up. "My next issue is how Rick seemingly disappears, only to reappear several months later at my house, wielding a knife". Morty said, frowning at this sentence, then put another finger down. He continued to frown, as thoughts of a possible war outbreak could happen. "Then lastly, there's the actual war itself, which I think is very possible with Rick, there are many people and aliens across the multiversal galaxies who are very powerful, that would do anything to get back at Rick for what he's done so far". Morty finished, then the citadel came to mind, "and we can't forget about the citadel, which seems important to Rick, I mean he did say if I step one foot on it. . . I've been warned, and that's where things begin to falter". He finished.

"What do you mean"? Summer asked, getting more and more worried.

"Well, I mean, think about it". Morty said, before looking at Summer, "in the last five years, we've been at peace with the citadel, there shouldn't be any reason to start a war there". He explained, confused more than ever. He was about to say something when Summer made a scary assumption:

"What if he went there and is forcing the council to join him"? She asked, and this frightened him because it was another possibility. The citadel of Ricks and Mortys has a very powerful council, or so Morty thought. It contains an infinite amount of Ricks, who is of which the smartest man in the universe. Morty started to freak out, on the inside, though he kept chilling on the outside. The rest of the car ride home was silent. It was nearly seven o'clock by the time they got home, summer went inside, and began cooking dinner, while Morty sat out in the car. He was in his thoughts now, he knows that he has to try and stop Rick, no matter what. But what if he retaliates, which you know, of course, he's gonna do? a voice, deep in his mind asked. Morty began to cry because he didn't want anything bad to happen to the people he loved. He pulled his wallet out, and then pulled out a picture from the wallet. The picture was of Jessica in her wedding dress, twirling around at their after-party. This picture was taken a little while after they ran away.

He cried his heart out at this, knowing of the risks of going to the citadel. He wished this was a dream, and that he'll wake up from it, laying down in his bedroom, which is in his townhouse in Oakland, with his arm wrapped around Jessica, who is laying beside him. But he knows it isn't, and that this is real, this is happening right now, right before his eyes. Half of him didn't want to go to the citadel, he just wanted to go home and be with his loved one. But the other half of him felt that this is what needs to be done so that he could save Rick, the only one that was a good and bad friend to Morty out of his whole family. Yet, he wants to protect Jessica, who not only was Morty's wife but was his best friend as well. He shook his head stressfully, he had to go, he has to try. Morty wants to call Jessica but remembers his phone is broken. He was shaking, and he was scared, he never felt this scared in his life. He needed to think of a way to the citadel, and another thought helped him out. He looked through his wallet and pulled out a small piece of paper. on this slip of paper, it said: if you need anything, here is my number (541)-894-2290)-Jess. He thought for a minute and figured out what he should do, but first, he needed to find a payphone.

He got out of the station wagon and walked inside. When he was in the house and walking down the front hallway, he could smell the fresh oily scent of fried chicken. He walked straight down the hallway, with the kitchen door opened slightly, illuminating it. When Morty walked into the kitchen, he saw Summer standing at the stove, cooking dinner. Summer saw him, and noticed his tear-stained face. She knew something was wrong and expected Rick to have said something, but she didn't think it would shake Morty up this bad.

"What's wrong Morty"? She asked, furrowing her brow. Morty didn't say anything, all he did was embrace Summer, startling her. When he let go of the hug, Morty said:

"I'm going out for a little bit". He said, and sniffled. He walked out of the room, grabbed his keys, and exited the house. He walked down the driveway and entered his car. He sat down and hesitated for a moment, so he could calm down a bit. He turned the car on, shifted the gear into drive, and drove off down the road.

An Hour Later

After over an hour of driving, Morty finally found a payphone. It was located deeper into the downtown area of Seattle. He parked his car up the street, two blocks away from the phone. When he got out of the car, he walked down to the corner, which pointed south. About four blocks west of the street corner was an entrance to I-5, going north or south, and then up the street to the east was Seattle university. Morty stared at the phone box for a short time, his tears were long gone now. He was upset though still because he feels that this might be the last time he talked to Jessica in a while. He still stared at the phone, which rested on a lever that sat beside the dial pad, and wondered if Rick tapped into it as well.

"Oh don't be ridiculous". He said aloud to himself and pulled out some quarters from his pants pocket. He inserted them into the operating machine, and grabbed the telephone, before dialing Jessica's number. He put the phone to his ear and listened as it rang ten times before Jessica answered.

"Hello, who is this"? She asked, her voice as soft as an angel's. Morty hesitated, then answered her.

"Jess, it's me". He said, and sniffled, feeling the wave of tears coming back, "you're alright, thank god you're alright". He said, his voice beginning to break.

"Morty". Jessica said, sounding surprised, "is everything okay with you, where are you"? She asked, her voice changing from shock to worry. Jessica heard him, his voice broke, and she was able to hear it, this reminded her of when they were younger, and how he used to be.

"I-i need you to do something for me". He told her sternly, yet he gently weeps. "I'm g-going away for a little while". He began to explain, trying to get himself together. "I want you to stay with Alex, and keep that gun on you". He told her.

"Is something wrong"? She asked.

Morty shook his head and wiped the tears that were quietly rolling down his face. "I don't know, I just want to take some precautions. Rick is on the Citadel, and I think he might be asking for an army, if the council grants him his wish, then the war will begin". Morty said, before adding, "if this happens, and he manages to start the war, then we're doomed".

"How bad are we talking"? She asked him, more worried.

Morty sighed, "it's on a multiversal scale".

"What"?! Jessica asked in a low shout, shocked again.

While Jessica took this newfound information in, Morty continued his explanation. "This is going to be the last time we talk for a little while". He sadly told her and sighed. "My phone is broken, I broke it. I don't want him to trace me, I am going to the citadel, not to confront him, but to retrieve a device that I could only get there". He told her his plan, but not specific stuff, like the tracker he needs to find rick. He could hear Jessica crying, it mirrored his weeping. "I want you to keep yourself protected, Jessie. Soon, we can reunite, and I'll take you somewhere across the multiverse, where he can't find us". He finished and set his free arm gently on the blue phone box. He looked down the road and saw the tall skyscrapers of his home city. He wiped his tears and sniffled again. "I l-love you, j-j-jess. I-i will always love you, until the end of t-t-time". He finished crying.

"I love you too". She said, her voice breaking now as well. "And please, please, be careful". She finished and hung up. She was emotionally mixed between anger, fear, and worry. She was angry because of Rick, and how he ruined their lives. She had fear for the war, and what dangers could come if it begins. She was worried because of Morty, and she couldn't help but think that this would be the last time they interacted with each other. She was worried that Morty might get himself killed, and later that night, she would lay awake, thinking about the worst scenarios. Meanwhile, Morty, who was broken now, limply walked back to his car.

He was passing the halfway point when he felt something inside himself. He could never fully explain what had happened right then, but he felt a mixture of a tightly knotted stomach, and a sunken heart, as if something bad was happening. Morty paused and looked around in a panic, and then began to rub his chest. He now felt like his chest was tightening, like he was having a heart attack. Morty thought he was having a panic attack. He fell to his knees and began to hyperventilate, and his eyes rolled back into his head, showing the white, veiny underside of his eyeballs. And then, he heard it. . . a blood-curdling shriek. He was the only one that could hear this shriek, it sounded so far away. Morty snapped out of it and kept hearing the shriek, with its vividness, being so clear, it made Morty's blood go cold. He looked around, but nothing peculiar happened. Then the shriek happened again, But it was louder, clearer than the last.

It felt like Morty's world came crashing down As he kneeled on the street, meanwhile, people would walk past him, seeing him, but not noticing the nightmare he is going through right now. Sirens went off in the very far distance, but Morty didn't hear them, he couldn't hear anything. Another noise came out, but it wasn't a siren or a scream, it was laughter, evil, maniacally demonic laughter, and Morty realized who this laughter came from Instantly. "SUMMER"! He hollered at the top of his lungs. Morty snapped out of the nightmare and ran back to his car, which was still up the street a bit. He jumped feet first through the driver-side window and quickly revved up the engine. When the car was ready, Morty shifted gears and sped off down James Street towards I-5. He passed the freeway and drifted left onto 6th avenue, where he drove for a quarter mile, Before fully merging onto the I-5 freeway. After getting on the freeway, Morty pushed the pedal down with his foot, making him go over seventy-five miles an hour in a matter of seconds. By the time he was situated on the highway, Morty was reaching a hundred.

Luckily, since it was ten-thirty at night, the I-5 was almost empty, except for a few cars now and then. Soon after, Morty passed the I-90 junction, which led people out of town via the Lacey V Murrow Bridge. Another ten minutes went by before Morty reached his exit. He turned off of the freeway and drove onto this specific highway that goes all the way to southwest Seattle. He accelerated his speed, and zoomed past Route 99, getting onto the west Seattle bridge in no time. About a mile after the Bridge, the highway turns south through Youngstown. Morty maintained his speed, which was at eighty right now, and drove through Genesee, Fairmount Park, and Seaview. He stayed on this road for twenty minutes, going through these different neighborhoods. He raced past Southwest Findlay road and made a slight right turn at a fork in the road, which was less than a quarter mile away from the other road. He continued down Fauntleroy way, and raced down a long stretch of road, before making another slight turn to stay on this highway.

When Morty got to his turn he drifted left onto Southwest California Avenue, passing the Starbucks, and the Thriftway. He still had less than two miles between him and his house, so he stomped down on the gas, bumping the car up to ninety. He continued to race down California Avenue, Driving into the heart of Gatewood. Eventually, Morty reached his street. He parked the car across and practically launched himself out of the vehicle. When outside, he eyed the house, which was eerily quiet, with all the lights (seemingly) off. Morty looked around, half expecting someone to come strolling up the road. He listened out into the distance, hoping that someone could come to help him. But nobody was coming, no police officers were here for the rescue, and he was all alone. He worried for Jessica, hoping she was alright.

Morty sprinted to the house and found the door opened ajar. He stopped to take note of this, before slowly pushing it open to reveal what was inside. He walked into his house, feeling as if he was walking into a scary nightmare. He took his phone out and turned the flashlight on. "Summer"?!. Morty called out inquisitively, flashing the light around. He found some of his childhood pictures on the ground that led into the downstairs hallway. Morty picked them up and immediately noticed that they were badly cracked, and dry drops of blood were on each of them. He dropped them in shock and continued into the hallway that led to the kitchen, where Summer was last seen cooking dinner. As he looked at the Door, Morty spotted something. As he got closer to it, he found that they were bloody handprints. He stomped the door down and swiftly walked into the kitchen. Much to Morty's surprise, Summer was not in the kitchen, but the dinner she was cooking was now all over the walls and counters. There were also burnt fire rings on the walls that Morty saw. Rick's blaster, Morty thought, he found ten of these around the kitchen, there were also pots and pans all over the floor, along with Shattered glass. What the hell happened here? Morty wondered to himself.

He then walked out of the kitchen, and into the dining room. Jesus, He thought when he turned the corner. Morty saw that the chairs were thrown all over the place, and the table was broken in half as if an ax was driven through it. He stared at the phenomenon for some time, wondering what the scenario was like here, which made him more eager to see Summer and make sure she is alright. Morty also noticed more Blaster burns on the chairs that were flung across the room. No way he could throw a chair like that at his age, he thought. Examining the chairs, he also found blood, but not much. He proceeded into the loft area, which led back to the main hallway stairs and also led back into the kitchen.

The loft had a big Five foot by seven-foot glass coffee table, which was now shattered to pieces. Morty stared at it in fear, then a vision of summer getting thrown into it popped up in his mind. He rubbed his eyes and sprinted out of the room. Morty calmed himself, before exiting the eastern portion of the house. He began walking towards the living room, but nothing seemed off in there, so instead, he turned and walked up the stairs. He passed his room, and the hallway bathroom, and stopped at the door to the master bedroom. The door was cracked open an inch, and Morty could see that a light was on in the room. "Summer"? He called softly, before taking his green pocket knife out and bursting into the room, Where Morty noticed the real hurricane in this house. The bedsheets were torn off the bed and ripped to shreds, and the actual mattress itself was ripped apart as well. Blaster burns rested on the remains of the bed, and all over the room. Clothes were lying all over the floor in shreds, and dressers were knocked down, with the one that had a fifty-six-inch flatscreen having been knocked down in Morty's direction. Said T.V. lying in pieces, just inches away From Morty's foot.

He stepped over the flat screen and walked towards the bathroom, which is where the source of the light is coming from. The door was halfway open, shining a ray of light out into the bigger room. "If anybody is in here, be warned, I'm armed and programmed to kill". He said, calmly. He was nervous though because anything could be behind here. He sighed, and carefully opened the door, and what he saw filled him with shock, anger, fear, and sadness at the same time. Sitting on the floor, leaning on the toilet, Summer stayed. . . .Lifeless. With all the shock rushing into him, Morty fell to his knees. "No"! He cried out, "AHH, NOOO"! He screamed up into the ceiling. Morty looked at his now Dead sister and examined her. She had a blaster wound on her right side, and a knife wound on her stomach. She had cuts and bruises from the glass downstairs, like the pictures, and the table. He stood back up, gaining strength in his legs, and looked at the Bathroom Mirror. Written in what looked like blood was: CATCH ME IF YOU CAN!, And had an evil grin at the bottom, which had small drops of blood run down from it, reminding Morty of the Joker. He found the source of Summer's tied arm, it was zip-tied to the drain pipe under the sink. Morty took his pocket knife out and cut the arm loose.

He sat beside Summer and re-positioned her until she was laying down on him. Morty took note of the glass shards that decorated her back like a Christmas tree. He checked her pulse to make sure, and it turned out that Summer is dead, and now, Morty is the last blood-Smith. He broke down in tears, and cradled the lifeless body of his beloved sister, The only blood relative that cared for him, and was happy he found an exit. Summer knew what the family situation was like for Morty, he had to go on tormented Missions with Rick, who would force him to go without a choice, then there was mom, with her mental issues, and alcohol issues, and there was Jerry, the pathetic abusive dad, said he's just making Morty a man, no one cared for Morty except for Summer, Steve, and Jessica of course. Morty sat there and cried while Summer lay limp. He was all alone, no one is here to tell him everything is going to be okay. He wanted to call somebody, but his phone was smashed and thrown away. Morty was angry, he is going to pursue his mission, to hunt down Rick. Revenge on him, For Summer. But for now, he should rest, that's something he hasn't done in days. Morty looked up, his watery eyes stared at the ceiling, wishing to be home. "Why do you hate me"? He asked no one, his voice kept breaking. "Why did I have to be in this sorrowful life"? He continued crying out, before falling into a fit of sobs. Morty leaned back against the wall, and cried himself to sleep, ensuing in a nightmare he can't get rid of.

October 12th (8:30 A.M.)

When Morty woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed right away was Summer's body, which looked more decayed now than it did last night. He gently laid her down on the bathroom floor and walked downstairs to find something to drink since his throat felt dry. He walked down into the kitchen and made a cup of water. As he drank the water, he went outside, and smoked a cigarette in the backyard, while looking around. He saw the doghouse of his old dog snuffles, who's been gone for a while now. He took a long drag of his cigarette, and observed the lawn, with one goal in mind before he left his home for good. After finding the spot he was satisfied with, morty walked into the shed, and something that shocked him was an ax, made for wood chopping. He scanned over it with his eyes, and found two bloodied handprints in the middle of the handle. He left the Ax for now and grabbed the shovel.

He walked back outside, back to the spot he found, and began digging into it. Morty dug a three-foot by six-foot, by two-foot hole, then he went back inside the house. He opened the hall closet, and grabbed a blanket out of it, then took the blanket outside, laying it flat on the ground by the hole. Morty went back inside again, and walked up to the master bathroom, before carefully picking his sister up. He took his time going back down the stairs with Summer's body in his arms, as he walked out to the backyard, and slowly approached the hole. Morty placed his sister down on the blanket and wrapped it up into a roll. Then he gently set her in the hole, before burying Summer, may she rest in peace. After refilling the hole with dirt, and burying summer, Morty took his knife out and carved her name into the patch of dirt that marked her grave. When he was done he stood up and stared at his creation.

"Summer, Dear sister, I am sorry. It's my fault you had to go through this, I knew coming here would be a mistake, I shouldn't have taken the risk, then you would still be alive". He rambled, his voice breaking from time to time. He sniffled, and continued, "you were the only one in this damn family that cared for me, I wish I had just come with you to bodega bay". He felt a hitch in his throat and swallowed deeply. He then began to tear up, but continued on his preaching, "I have to go face him alone now, and I'm scared, he seems to have a lot of power over us". Morty began crying, softly though, not like the sobs from last night. He kneeled beside the grave, and placed his left hand on the patch of dirt on top of the grave, next to his knife and his sister's name. "I l-love you sum, and I wi-will m-mi-miss you a-a-lot". He cried out, with his voice breaking again. He lifted his hand and saw the handprint. Morty then walked back inside and poured himself a glass of the Seattle-made Whiskey Summer bought the night before. He turned around and found that he was directly in front of Rick's laboratory door. He was already angry, from what had happened with him in Oakland to last night, but when he saw the door to the one place he hated the most in this hellhole, Morty was enraged. He sipped his whiskey, all the while staring furiously at the door, then the memories returned. All the things Rick forced him to do, and how he was a mental abuser, always saying rude things, and criticizing Morty. They would go on missions where Morty would nearly die, meanwhile his parents didn't care, they wouldn't even care if Morty turned up dead in a ditch. His parents always neglected him as a child, never caring whether he was in trouble or not, as long as he was far away from them. As this moment stretched on, All the pain, and trauma that Morty went through, began to flood back into him like a broken dam along a river. He was growing more and more outraged when he threw the glass of whiskey at the door. Morty threw it so hard that the cup shattered into thousands of pieces, and they all ricocheted everywhere.

After that, he continued to stare at the door, but now, he walked over to it. When he got closer to the door, he began noticing something in the door, it looked like a dent. When he was all the way at the door, he examined the dent. It was six inches long from top to bottom, and an inch from one side to the other. After this, he thought some things out, like what could've possibly happened in the kitchen last night, and caused the mess. Or how the dinner table got broken last night. Morty's mind wondered until it came to the ax. Then Morty thought about the dent in the door, and how it looked off. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts out, then looked down, and saw blood all over his clothes. He exited the kitchen, walked down the hallway, and back up the stairs to his room, which was fortunately unscathed. He went into his bag and pulled out a new set of clothing, which consisted of a white t-shirt, a pair of black jeans, and other stuff as well. He then took out his shower supplies and walked across the hall to take one.

Thirty minutes later, Morty walked back downstairs with his bags, looking fresh and clean. He had his hair combed back, and his mustache trimmed. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants, along with his boots and glasses. He walked back into the kitchen, glanced at the door, then walked out to the shed to grab the ax. He brought the ax into the kitchen and tested it out. He rested the ax blade inside the dent on the door, and it fitted in perfectly. Morty then started smashing the ax into the Door, mainly into the same dent. Soon, a crack began to form in the dent. That crack began to break into a hole, and a few swings later, the hole was big enough for him to fit his arm through. When Morty finished, he reached in and unlocked the door, before gently opening it. He stepped back to grab his personal bags, then walked into the garage. The first thing Morty noticed was that Rick's car was gone, and there were random things lying around the lab. Half-built gadgets were on the table, different journal books were opened to random pages. He then looked at the shelf with the different boxes for different things and noticed that the box with the different power chemicals was missing along with the time travel box and the captured diseases box. What does this entity want with this stuff? Morty asked himself, beginning to worry. Luckily, Rick left the box for his interdimensional travel alone. Morty grabbed it and pulled the stuff inside out. The box carried the different chemicals that needed to be mixed in order to make the portal fluid, and a spare portal gun too. He pulled out the device and looked over it, Morty noticed the broken canister inserted into the gun. Morty took out the canister and tossed what remained of it away. Then he looked in the box for more items.

Morty found a bag inside the box, it was filled with empty canisters. He took one out and set it on the lab table, then he grabbed the different ingredients for the portal fluid. Morty got to work on it, he set the canister, which was four inches long, and had a diameter of two inches, up with his hand. Then he carefully poured the chemicals in. After he finished pouring all four chemicals in, he began to swivel the canister, turning the different colors into a lime green color, the color he recognized. Just to be safe, Morty opened up a portal, and grabbed a small piece of metal, before throwing it into the green portal really hard.

"OW! Hey"! A voice yelled out on the other side. Shit, Morty thought, before closing down the portal. He looked at the portal gun and was proud, he finally made something of Rick's that worked in his favor. Morty set the gun down next to its rightful box and began putting the other portal stuff away. He walked over to the shelves and grabbed the last four boxes, one was for gadgets, another contained more chemicals, and the third one was for research, like journals, and other stuff too, like hard drives. The last one was for miscellaneous things, like crystal Xanthium, and power gems. He set three of the boxes down at the foot of the lab table and began going around collecting the journals on the floor. One journal caught his attention though, it was on the floor closest to the table. The journal was opened up to a mid-page, where it talked about something called the Central Finite Curve, a portal device that could take its expeditioner outside their realm of possibilities. Basically, it could take anybody who ventures through it, out of this multiverse, and into another one. Rick called it the gateway into the Inner Dimensions, but there is a catch, a reason why nobody has used it in the thirty years since the citadel's establishment. Once the CFC is on, there is no turning it off, and once that happens, the citadel goes into self-destruction mode. Morty stared at this page for a moment, trying to think why this specific page was opened. Then his mind began to click, what if Rick isn't going to form an army, what if he is using the citadel to get to the CFC? if he activates that device, we're doomed, Morty thought, I need to be quick with this, he finished. Morty put the journals into the research box, before setting the rest of the boxes down on the floor. He carefully placed other things into their rightful box and turned around remembering something. Morty walked over to one side of the garage and felt around until he found some detachment. He pushed down on this area, and the garage began to transform into an armory. Weapons decorated the wall, with guns on one wall, bladed weapons on the other, and the wall behind him contained blunt weapons, like a mace. He walked over to each wall and grabbed some weapons from them. He then walked over to the firearms wall and grabbed a colt python, a black and white Argus pump-shotgun, and an automatic assault rifle, Only three guns, his three guns. Then he went into a shelf beneath the wall and grabbed every single box of ammunition for each gun, which added up to almost a thousand bullets. Morty took everything and set them on Rick's lab table.

Morty moved to the next wall, the Blades wall. He grabbed a pair of katanas, which had double stitching in their twin hilts, a blue and yellow pattern each. Then Morty started practicing with them, he swung them around, just the way Rick had taught him. Then he grabbed Two daggers, with a red dragon embedded into each blade. Morty set them on the table next to the firearms and moved onto the third wall, the wall of blunt weapons, and grabbed two things. Rick's medieval mace, and his own weapon, the Bo-Staff, with the same kind of blue and yellow stitching as the katanas. When Morty took the Staff off the hooks that were suspending them, his hands began to shake. He had some good memories and some bad memories with it. He stared down at his shaky arms, with the staff in a firm grip. He then did the same thing with the staff that he did with the katanas, practicing with it. He flipped the staff around, and let it flow from one side to the other. He then began practicing his fighting skills with it, remembering what Rick taught him. Then Morty set the two weapons besides the table, next to the boxes.

He walked over to the Kitchen door, and pressed the button beside it, opening the garage from the outside. When fully opened, Morty stepped out, and walked down to the Camaro, he didn't want anybody to see what he was doing, so he decided to back the car up into the garage. When he did this, he closed the garage door again. He opened the trunk of his car and started to set the boxes in it. He walked over to a closet that stood on the other side of the kitchen door and opened it. He grabbed scabbards for the Mace, the Staff, the Katanas, the Shotgun, and the Automatic. Then Morty grabbed a sheath for the Dagger and a handgun holster for Rick's Python. Morty continued his search, and found a big black duffle bag, which he saw as a transporter for all of these weapons. He walked back over to the lab, and began putting these weapons into their rightful holder. The katanas went into a pair of brown leather scabbards, which were stitched together, and had Mortimus engraved into each one, same with the Staff's holder, brown leather, with Mortimus engraved in it. Then he attached one Dagger, and The python to his belt, on both sides of his body. He set the other guns, the mace, and the katanas inside the bag, and placed the bag inside the trunk of his car.

The staff was too big, so he set it in the backseat along with his personal bags from Oakland. Then he closed the backseat door, and the trunk. Morty then opened the garage again, and brought the camaro out, parking it in the driveway. He walked back into the house, closing the garage door for the final time. He walked over to the table, and grabbed the portal gun. He then turned around, and observed the garage, he almost forgot the last piece of Rick's research, his digital research. He closed his eyes, and concentrated.

"Hello, Computer". He breathed into the air, his voice was gruff from crying and sleeping. The armory transformed back into the garage, with a few changes, now there was a big flat screen on the far side of the garage away from the door. It was already activated, but it kept blinking on and off. on the screen, it said in big yellow words: Warning, Anomaly detected. Location: Underworld.

"Welcome back, Morty Smith". A female robotic voice abruptly said, making Morty flinch a bit. He was staring at the screen, then Morty's heart rate began to rise. He was worried now, about what was in that reality, what could be powerful enough to beat Rick, the smartest man in the universe. Rick may have been pushing eighty, but he was still a badass grandpa, Morty could give him that. Maybe that was the purpose of Rick luring him in, like bait and fish. Rick was still in good health, he has the ability to live past his one-hundredth birthday. But Morty thought, Every man had a weakness, Morty's weakness was Jessica. He tried to think of anything that could've been Rick's weakness, but nothing popped in. The thought of his smarts, powerfulness, and most badass getting defeated scared him. "Is everything alright, sir"? The female voice asked. He jumped, thinking he had lost touch with reality for a moment.

"Ye-yes". Morty gulped, he was frightened, and quickly carried on, "I want you to do me a favor, quickly make a fresh copy flash drive, and upload all of Rick's research over the last forty years onto it". He said, still shaking, he looked at the big tv screen, and watched as its contents changed, and turned into a loading screen. It was the USB being formed. Morty watched as the research was loaded into the flash drive. When it was finished, the flash drive popped out of the bottom of the screen, where Morty grabbed it and put it in his pocket. He left the garage, and did a once-over of the house, making sure everything was off, after that, he proceeded to leave the house. When he walked out the front door, he looked back at the door, this is it, this is his last moment here. He walked back to the door and placed his right hand down on it. He closed his eyes, letting the pain come back, the anger, the hate, the happiness. "For Summer". He exhaled angrily, turned around, and got off the porch. Walking to the car, he couldn't help but glance back at the house. He got in his vehicle, and started it, letting the engine rev up. Morty sighed, and glanced at the house one last time, before driving down the driveway, and turning onto thistle.

Morty was outside of Vanzetti's again, looking up at the sign. He took in a deep breath, and exhaled, just one more thing he had to do. He walked over, and entered the liquor store, knowing this was it, this is his final visit. Steve was sitting in his chair, like yesterday, smoking another cigar, while reading another indie comic. Morty walked around the store looking for a certain energy drink he likes, Blue Core Energizer. After finding a whole box, he grabbed four of them. He walked around and found other things, like snacks, and other drinks. Morty then walked to the counter, where Vanzetti was still sitting, and set everything down on the register. Vanzetti looked up from his comic, and saw a broken Morty standing in front of him.

"What's-ah wrong-ah, Mortio"? Vanzetti asked, then Morty fell to his knees, causing Vanzetti to jump up and quickly get him. He led Morty into the back, to an office, where Vanzetti comes after hours to count the money he had made, and a place where he relaxes. Morty was tired, and crying, his eyes were red from hot tears that were always seemingly fresh. Once Vanzetti had him in a comfortable chair, he sat down next to him, and got back into therapy mode, like he was, so long ago. He waited until Morty was calm, and relaxed. "What's-ah been eating-ah, at you-ah"? Vanzetti said. It took Morty a moment, but he managed to form words.

"Su-Summer's gone". Morty said, his voice breaking like it did last night, "i le-left her, and some-someone Mur-Murdered her". He said, his voice raising in the last part, he started sobbing again, and Vanzetti watched as his young friend broke down in tears, but it saddens Vanzetti, who watched this young boy go through a lot of shit growing up, that's why when Vanzetti found out about Morty and Jessica running away, yeah it did upset him, but he was happy that Morty left, finding his own path rather than take after his father, and the other people in his family that influenced him in a bad way. Still, one question remained in Vanzetti's mind.

"Why did-ah you-ah come-ah back"? He asked, "why-ah here, to-ah Seattle"?

Morty sighed sadly, before explaining. "I'm looking for Rick". He said without breaking into a voice-breaking stutter. "He tried to kill me and my wife". He continued, "my sweet Jessica". Morty smiled when Jessica came to mind, but then he frowned, "I think Rick may have had something to do with Summer". He finished. He looked down and saw his hands shaking. He was scared, he's always scared, but this is a new fear, the fear of losing a loved one. He knew what killing Rick would mean, he knew what harm that could put on him. Morty stood up and stumbled a bit.

"What-ah, are you-ah doing"? Vanzetti quickly asked, he was nervous about Morty, he seemed unhinged at the moment. Morty looked back at Vanzetti, locking his eyes with Vanzetti's, who was scared now, because he saw the hatred burning in Morty's eyes, the blackness, the unreadable abyss.

"I'm going to find the Motherfucker that killed her". Morty said through gritted teeth, before turning and walking out to the shop. Steve followed after him. Before Morty exited the store, he grabbed a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket, and placed it on the counter next to the stuff he bought. He glanced back at his friend, who was more upset now than he was before Morty entered the store today.

"Will-ah i-uh ever see-ah you-ah, again"? Vanzetti asked, but by the look on Morty's face, it wasn't likely. He put his head down, and heard footsteps, as Morty came up to him.

"probably not, I have nothing else to live for in this city". Morty said as he closed the distance between them. "But if you ever wonder about me, just look up to the stars, and think of one of them. . ." he paused, and turned his head away, ". . .as my soul". He began to walk away but was stopped by Vanzetti, who pulled Morty into a tight hug. Now Vanzetti was starting to tear up, Morty was like a son to him, and now he could properly say goodbye to him, a final goodbye for Morty. But as fast as the hug began, it ended abruptly as well. Morty walked back down the aisles towards the door, talking along the way. "I must find him, Steve, I need to stop him before he spirals out of control even more". He explained, stopping at the door, and turning to look at Steve one last time, "you, my friend, are the father i've always wanted, I love you, Mr. Vanzetti, don't ever forget that". He finished, before exiting the store. He looked up and down the roads, which eventually led his vision back to the northern part of the city, the industrial area, where the big skyscrapers were. He was going to miss Seattle, but his time has come, he must venture on into the multiverse.

Morty got in his car and started driving down the road. He eventually passed his high school, and continued down this path, until he got to the entrance of the I-5 Northbound. Morty then proceeded north, trying to find a secluded place. it's to the citadel from there.

The Presidential Office

President Morty was many things, intelligent, creative, a charmer, and even a badass at times. He was the president of a society of people that are the same yet they are different. Over the last six years, the ricks and mortys of the citadel have been at each other's throats with the Ricks discriminating against the Mortys, and for what, is it because of the actual person in control? President Morty always tried to help the needy, treat the homeless, and fight the "bad", he did his best for his city, Central City. But, Like every famous person, President Morty had a dark side. He was the infamous Rick Killer, who terrorized the Citadel council oh so long ago. Now he was the man that made this society run, the first Morty to ever rule over his self-society. Right now, he was sitting in his office, on the top floor of the tallest skyscraper in Central City, the presidential office. The Presidential office stood at a height of nearly eighteen hundred feet, it was in the far north of Central City. President Morty could look out the window of his office, and see the whole south side of the city, from the southwestern seawall to the southeastern mountain range, Mount Titania.

He was at his desk, signing paperwork for an infrastructure expansion bill, with the end goal of connecting the different communities via an electric railroad. He wants to have a track go through the citadel, and hopefully, by 2030, Central city will be connected to the triangular cities. As he was signing papers, he heard a knock on the door. He looked up, as his assistant, a female Morty stepped in. "yes, Morticia". He said.

"Uhm, a rick from Earth C-137 is here to see you". She said, her tone was hearse. Morty nodded, and Morticia left the room. A split second later, C-137 Rick came in. He wasn't in his lab coat, like most ricks, he was wearing a black and blue suit, with a portal gun holster on one side, and a dagger sheath on the other. He had black aviator shades on, and his hair was combed back as well. He walked over to the President's desk. Morty could see the patch of chin hair beginning to form on Rick, and the thinly trimmed mustache. Rick placed his hands on the table, making Morty look up at him.

"Can I help you, sir"? Morty asked, he was confused.

"Yes, Mr. President, I've come to pitch an idea". C-137 said calmly. He walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, along with two glass cups. The young President thought for a moment, he was going over what to say to C-137. There is something off, but what? He thought he knew something was odd about this Rick, whether it was the outfit, or how he was walking, which was a slumped-over walk. But what caught President Morty's attention was his scent, he smelled off, not bad though, just off. Should I listen to him, or not though? He asked himself internally, and went with the former decision.

"I'm listening". The President said, standing up and walking to the other side of his desk. The rick came back, and poured the whiskey in the cups, meanwhile Morty leaned back on his desk, and watched Rick's every move, making sure he doesn't do anything that could be considered stupid in these parts of the universe. While Rick was pouring drinks he began talking:

"I've come across something, a demon". Rick began explaining. "He told me about some bad people, really bad people, who've done dirty deeds to him". He continued, "and he wanted me to stop them". Rick finished pouring the glasses and handed one to President Morty.

"Who is this demon"? He asked, before taking a sip of the bitter beverage in his hand. He tensed up as the alcohol traveled down his esophagus. Rick looked at him and grinned evilly, before taking a sip of his drink.

"Bill Cypher". Rick answered, and president Morty's face changed from curiosity, to surprise. Rick noticed this and grinned even more. "Does that ring a bell Mr. President"? He asked, and Morty nodded.

"I thought Cypher was a myth". He said, and Rick shook his head.

"Cypher wants to start a war, but needs an army". Rick explained, "and that. . ." he pointed at the president ". . .is where you come in". Rick took another sip of his whiskey, then walked over to President Morty. "I want you to get as many ricks and mortys, and form the army you can lead. And together, we could take over the multiverse". He finished.

"Okay, go on". President Morty said, getting more and more intrigued.

"There is a catch though". Rick said, frowning. "The key to starting the war". He continued, before turning and looking at the president's curious face. "The death of Ford Pines". He finished. He knew Ford from a long time ago, he was a brother to Rick, who was younger and less experienced with the multiverse. Ford taught him the steps into becoming a cross-dimension traveler, having been stuck in the multiverse ten years prior to when Rick showed up. Stuck, for a reason Rick didn't know. He sighed, and turned around. "When you're ready, we'll find him, Together". Rick said, grinning evilly, "and. . . kill him". He finished, sipping more whiskey in the process. He closed his eyes, and took his glasses off, this was normal for Rick now, because of the brightness of light. His vision was not what it used to be, he needed the glasses to see, but right now, it should be fine. He opened his eyes, and President Morty was taken aback by what he saw. Rick's eyes weren't exactly right, the pupils were dilated, and in a vertical slit, and the veins were a bright yellow, rather than the normal happy red. What the hell happened to you, President Morty thought.

"Is there something you're not telling me, Rick"? Morty asked, getting scared. Rick chuckled, and glanced down at the floor.

"I guess it's obvious, isn't it". He paused for a second. "Well. . ."Rick hesitated, trying to form a sentence, ". . .while i was down in the underworld, Bill gave me some of his DNA". Rick said, clearing his throat, "so I'm possessed in a way". He continued, taking the last sip of his cup, President Morty did the same. "His DNA has a powerful effect in it, which could grant you eternal life, and it enhances your abilities as well". Rick smiled, the glint in his eyes made a chill go down President Morty's back. He was scared for his life at this point, he felt that Rick C-137 was unstable, that he could go off at any second. Rick could feel the tension, but it wasn't angering him, like President Morty thought. "You don't need to fear me, Mr. President, I can reassure you that the citadel would never be touched by me in a harmful way". He said, and Morty nodded, feeling relieved.

Morty grabbed the whiskey bottle, and poured himself another cup of it; he handed Rick the bottle, where he did the same. He had a nagging question though, "what will i get out of this"? He asked. And Rick smiled.

"Would you rather be here"? Rick asked, Bursting his arms out, gesturing to the office they're in. "in this small ass room, doing paperwork for people who don't care about this place". He continued, referring to the Citadel itself. "Or. ." he paused and turned back to President Morty, ". .would you rather be a ruler, a central power in the multiverse"? He asked, walking over to President Morty. When he closed the distance, he wrapped an arm around the President's shoulder. "Think about, Mortimer smith: King of the Multiverse". He exaggerated the last part, then held his glass up. "Whaddya say, wanna join us".

President Morty got to thinking, he always wanted to have a higher power, and now he could have his chance. But what if there was a downside to making this decision, what if Bill Cypher isn't what he seems. I should make a mental note to look into that, he thought. The President laughed, and clinked his glass with Rick's. "I'm in". He said. Rick nodded and walked away, chugging down his drink.

"Alright, then, first order of business". Rick said, pulling out a tablet.