Previous chapter ANYASEMF004
"What are you doing?" Summer asked curiously.
"Finding places to switch out my clones with ones who have died after giving them copies of my memories," Morty replied distractedly.
"So, you haven't been kidnapping alternate versions of yourself to strangle while having sex with?" she asked hopefully.
Morty sighed. "No, it's easier to use worlds where I died via auto erotic asphyxiation because I'm alone and naked, so I don't have to worry about witnesses or having to strip any dead mes."
"That makes sense," Summer said relieved.
Morty turned around and saw Summer had a stun gun in her hand. "Going to kill me if I turned out to be a kinky sex freak mass murderer?"
"What? No!" Summer sounded horrified. "I was simply going to knock you out and then chain you up in the basement for the rest of your life."
Morty smiled. "I love you too, Sis."
"Enough to chain me up in the basement for the rest of my life?" she asked.
"I… you want me to chain you up?" Morty asked, blushing.
"No! I mean if I was a serial killer you'd chain me up and keep me safe, right?" she quickly explained.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Morty said. "Though I'd probably get Rick to make some sort of neural chip so we wouldn't have to use chains and build a replica of the house on an empty world. I think that's about the best I can do to keep you safe and free off the top of my head."
"Turning me into a sex doll?" Summer asked with a smirk.
"What? No!" Morty said. "Huh, deja vu." He shook his head. "Where did you get sex doll from?"
"Well," she said with a shrug, "if you put a chip in me to make me obey you and you were the only other person I saw… I'd only have you to provide me with love and affection. I'd still need human contact, so… it would just be a lot easier if you programmed that in so I'd have at least some semblance of a life. Is the idea really that repulsive?"
Morty just stared at Summer in complete disbelief before sighing. "Let me guess, you aren't sure whether I'm being honest about what I'm doing so you want to check by seeing if I have any deviant sexual desires."
"I was that obvious?" she asked.
"You've got a white knuckled grip on the stun gun," Morty explained. "And I would just like to point out, that even if I harbored sexual feeling towards you, that would not make me a serial killer."
"Have you seen the guys I've dated?" Summer asked. "Remember the thing with the devil?"
"I… I think that has more to do with your taste in men than who you attract," Morty said. He frowned. "So really the question is… what would you do with me if you had me chained up in the basement?"
Summer frowned and seemed to be debating something in her head.
"Look, just go check with Grandpa to see what's going on, ok?"
"Alright, but the incest thing wasn't checking you to see if you wanted me, I just thought that if you were strangling your clones to death during sex it would be incestous," she explained.
"No, they are me so it'd be more like masturbation, except for the strangling part," he explained.
"Even the female ones?" she asked.
"Ok, that would be a little like incest, but since they're still me it's still masturbation," Morty said.
"Well… you do masturbate a lot," Summer pointed out.
"I'm a teenage boy," Morty said, "and since your room is right next to mine do you really want to argue about it?"
"Fine," Summer groaned. "So, why are all the screens filled with… zombies?"
"I'm looking for a world where the dead rise up but aren't mindless," Morty explained. "I figure I can put all the dead mes there so they can have a second chance."
"You have a strange mind, little bro," Summer said.
"Yeah, I can admit to that," he agreed, turning back to the screen. "This one looks good."
"How can you tell?" Summer asked, leaning over his shoulder.
Because they are mostly just walking around and even nodding at one another," he explained. "I don't see any swarming or violence."
"Probably because there aren't any people," she pointed out. "Plus, those grey skeleton ones look mean."
"Yeah, but as ravaging hordes of undead go they look pretty content," he said. "You can't really expect a lot in this sort of situation."
"How are you going to make sure it doesn't spread here?" Summer asked. "Most zombie movies have some sort of plague."
"Grandpa Rick put in a biofilter," Morty explained, fetching a wheelbarrow and filling it with dead Mortys.
"I can't believe so many of you died from masturbating while choking themselves," Summer said, making a face at all the naked and sticky dead bodies.
"Infinite means everything happens a lot," Morty replied.
"You don't…"
"No, I may do a lot of things, but I have never tried strangling myself, and after seeing all the dead mes I'm not going to," he assured her.
"Oh, good," she said.
It took a dozen trips before he finished and a simple tap of the big red button closed the portal so it was view only.
"Why a bed store?" she asked.
"No zombies to attack us," watching as the Mortys woke up and untangled themselves before going right back to what they were doing when they died.
He quickly switched view to the world where Morticia was switching clones out with their dead counterparts. He saw she'd been going much slower and had a machine that made clothes so they didn't have to be stripped.
"How many clones do you have left?" Summer asked.
"A lot," Morty replied. "I've just finished the normal clones of me, and I have to deal with the mutant clones Rick made, and after that there are the clones of you and Mom."
"What?"
"Grandpa Rick made clones of all of us, when he thought he could use them to bring us back from the dead, but since consciousness doesn't transfer they have to be taken care of. What did you think I was doing?"
"Well… I had thought you were a serial killer I was going to have to chain up in the basement," she reminded him, "and then I thought you were making clones to replace dead yous so other versions of our family wouldn't be sad you were gone."
"Oh," he said. "Well, I'm actually doing that, just using clones Rick already made."
"And you're going to do that with clones of Me and Mom as well?"
"They deserve a shot at life and it's one less sad version of our family in the multiverse," Morty pointed out.
"Well… let me know when you start on the clones of me and I'll help, alright?"
"I will, in fact I'll have to since I'll need to get a scan of your memories to give them," he replied. "Now go check with Rick to make sure I'm telling the truth."
"I'm pretty sure you're on the level with everything," Summer said.
"Summer, our family are champions at overthinking things and having second thoughts, so please go and check with Grandpa Rick."
"You've got a point, alright, see you later."
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"Why am I naked? Why am I a rabbit person? Oh yeah, the whole cloning thing," Rabbit Morty realized as he removed the helmet.
"Want me to find you a rabbit world?" Morty asked.
"Yeah… no," Rabbit Morty decided. "Find a world where they have legends about Rabbit people being good luck, great lovers, and all that. If I'm going to be a rabbit person I might as well enjoy it."
"Yeah, that would be a better idea," Morty said thoughtfully. He found an appropriate world and opened the portal.
Rabbit Morty drug the dead analogue out of the bathroom and into the lab. "Thanks Morty, I really appreciate this."
"You'd do the same for me," Morty reminded him as he stepped through the portal. He moved onto the next clone.
"Why am I naked? Why am I a Rabbit? Why are you male?" Rabbit Morticia asked. "Nevermind, I get it," she said as she realized what was going on and removed the helmet and forced herself not to blush.
"Want me to find a world where Rabbit people are considered lucky and excellent lovers?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Sounds like too much pressure, give me a world where rabbit people are the norm," she requested. "After a moment's though she added, "also one where Summer has smaller breasts than me."
Morty nodded and searched for the appropriate world. 'I'll never understand women, not even when I am one.'
"That looks good," she said as he narrowed it down to a few.
He entered the portal and picked up the still twitching corpse of a Rabbit Morticia and carried it into the lab.
"Thanks," Rabbit Morticia said before entering the portal.
Closing the portal he check to see what was next and found himself just staring at the next two clones. "Ectoplasmic? How did he even make ghost clones?"
Searching the tube he found a number of cables labeled memory matrix and followed them to the control panel that had a slot for the helmet.
Morty sighed. "Of course Grandpa Rick wouldn't rely on manual downloading of memories when he could automate the process. I should have thought of that sooner."
Five minutes later
Morty hit the button to release the ghost Morty and Morticia at the same time.
"Who? What? How? Oh yea," the pair chorused before examining each other.
"Do you guys want to haunt somewhere? Or maybe a ghost version of our family? Because I don't think we are going to find dead ghosts to replace," Morty said.
"Danny Phantom," Ghost Morticia said. "Danny Phantom had the Ghost Portal device so we could use that to do a reverse of what he did."
"Better than what I was thinking," Ghost Morty admitted. At their questioning glances he replied, "Beetlejuice or Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School."
"Grandpa Rick could make a ghost device," Morty pointed out.
"He could, but getting him to do it would be a problem," Ghost Morticia said. "He doesn't consider clones people. Look at what he did to his own."
"Dealing with all the other Ricks didn't really help his opinion of other possible Ricks," Ghost Morty pointed out, "but yeah, I gotta agree. It's going to be easier to use their portal and probably more fun too."
"Separate worlds?" Morty asked.
The two exchanged glances. "No, I'd like some backup dealing with this mess," Ghost Morticia said.
"All for one and all that," Ghost Morty agreed.
"Let's see what I can find," Morty said and started pairing down worlds. "Did you want a world with some version of our family there?"
The two looked at one another.
"Is that even possible?" Ghost Morty asked.
"Infinity is a pretty big place," Morty said, and started typing away. "And… you've gotta be kidding me."
"What?" Ghost Morticia asked.
Morty sighed. "You guy are twins and you both just died by… auto erotic asphyxiation."
"Wait, together?" they chorused.
"No, just at the same time," Morty assured them.
"Did we leave ghosts?" Ghost Morticia asked.
"Yeah, it looks like it," Morty said setting up the portal. "Looks like there'll be four of you if you don't mind helping your native selves."
"Of course we'll help ourselves," Ghost Morty said, "we like us."
Morty stepped through the portal and into a girl's bedroom.
"Morty!" a female ghost squeaked. "Don't look! I don't want you to remember me like this!" she begged tears in her eyes.
"Sis, relax," Morty said, while scooping her naked body off the bed. "We can fix this, just follow me."
The crying ghost followed him through the portal and into the lab. "What?" she asked as she saw the two other ghosts.
Morty gently set her body with the others, taking the time to undo the belt around her neck. "I'm going to go get the other Morty now, you guys explain things."
It was a lot easier emotionally to retrieve the other Morty in the back of a van in the garage as he let the ghosts talk and he located the Phenton ghost portal and moved the portal exit to the lab right next to it.
"So, you guys decide to stick it out together?" Morty asked, seeing his ghost-self comfort the recently dead sister.
"With four of us we can cover for two of us ghosting," Ghost Morticia said, "it should make things a lot easier."
"I can't believe we both died…" the other Ghost Morticia trailed off blushing.
"There is a lot of that going around," Morty told her. "Now, I'll activate the ghost portal and you guys run through it, then get back here, I don't know that they have alarms on it, but they'd be stupid not to. We'll use the portal in the lab to get you guys home before anyone knows you're missing."
"So, we put this portal behind it so it's a straight shot," Ghost Morticia said.
Morty paused. "Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking," he lied, moving the portal. "Ok, I'll flip the portal on, you guys leap through and into the lab. I'll then turn it off and follow. Should take us all of two seconds."
The ghosts all nodded and followed Morty into the Phenton's lab.
"Ghosts detected!" the security systems announced before sirens went off and several machines started powering up.
Morty hit the switch and the glowing green portal snapped on. "Go!" he yelled.
The four ghosts dove through the two portals, sucking Morty along in their wake.
"Close the portal!" Morty called out to the Morticia closest to the panel.
She smashed the red button closing the portal to the lab but letting them view the Phenton's dimension were the automated security drones searched for ghosts.
"That was a close one," Morty said, looking at the others and smiling as he saw they were human again.
Summer stepped into the lab and stared.
The four naked teens and floating ghost Morty grinned nervously. "Hey, Summer," they chorused.
Typing and omake by: fyrewolf5
The start of this chapter made me wonder how things could have played out differently.
Omake: Shoot first, ask questions later.
Morty was focused on the console looking for the right zombie world to drop off the first bunch of his dead alternates so they'd have the best chance at a good second life. He had just narrowed down the list to a few possibilities when he heard a loud zap and felt a powerful jolt of electricity hit him.
As everything was fading out he could just hear Summer telling him, "It's going to be alright, I'll take care of everything little bro."
The last thing Morty thought was 'Crap, Summer went insane from another boyfriend dumping her and killed me, well at least I didn't die from auto erotic asphyxiation.'
Morty slowly came to, feeling disoriented and confused since he was neither dead, nor in a bed. Which meant the electrocution wasn't from something of Grandpa Rick's exploding and nearly killing him again. Trying to stretch and work out the stiffness from sleeping in an odd position due to his forced nap, he realized he was chained up in the basement. Looking around he saw everything had been cleared out beyond his reach and that the chain was firmly attached to an eyebolt in the wall that he'd never noticed before. "I hope Mom and Dad weren't using this as a kinky sex dungeon," Morty said with a horrified shiver.
A few minutes later the door at the top of the stairs opened, and Summer rushed down with a stun gun in one hand and a bag of packaged food and soda in the other. "Summer, what the hell is going on?" Morty asked.
"Don't worry bro, you may be a perverted serial killer strangling your alternatives to death while having sex with them, but you're still my brother and I won't let the Council of Ricks kill you," Summer said sincerely.
"I may not be able to trust you and let you out of here for the rest of your life, but at least you'll be alive. Now I just need to figure out how to break this to Mom, I'm sure Grandpa Rick won't be that surprised," Summer explained.
Morty couldn't help but groan. "Summer, I didn't kill my alternatives, they died of auto erotic asphyxiation," Morty explained.
"So, you just watched them die then tossed them into a pile? What were you doing while they were dying?" Summer couldn't help but ask in horrified curiosity.
"No, I was swapping out alternatives that died with clones Rick made. It was just easier to go for naked clones, so I didn't have to strip them for their clothes," Morty tried to explain again.
"Really?" Summer asked hopefully.
"Really, go ask Grandpa Rick, he made all the clones and knows what I was up to, and once I finish with my clones we'll need to do the same for your's and Mom's" Morty told her.
"Ok, here are some snacks while I go check with Grandpa, if you're telling the truth, I'll let you go, if you're lying no more treats for a week," Summer promised.
Realizing he hadn't eaten in a while, since he was distracted dealing with his clones, Morty got a snack and a drink from the bag, then started to inspect his current confines to see if there was a way to escape incase Summer had gone insane and decided to keep him locked up. Looking closely at the shackles and eye bolt he soon realized that they were both recent additions to the basement and seemed to be properly secured. Which raised the questions of how Summer had got everything set up so quickly, and more concerning why did the shackles fit him so well? Best not to consider that line of thought too deeply while he was still chained up.
Several minutes later Summer returned looking relieved and a bit sheepish. "Sorry about that little bro, but walking into Rick's lab and seeing you staring at a screen of yous, with a pile of dead naked yous that had been choked to death nearby made me think you had finally lost it from one of Rick's adventures," Summer explained as she came over and released him.
"I guess I can understand how it might have looked that way without having any details," Morty agreed. And now that he didn't have to risk being left chained up if she didn't want to answer, Morty had to ask, "So why was I chained up in the basement anyway, were you planning on turning me into a sex slave or something?"
Summer blushed and managed to splutter out, "What?! No! Why would you think that?"
"Well, it just seemed like the obvious option, chained up in the basement, unable to interact with anyone besides the family, having to do what I was told if I wanted to have food. Sounds like sex slave training to me," Morty explained. "Plus, I'd never have been able to leave you, seemed like something you might do to an ex that tried to break up with you, or someone that rejected you."
Summer was frozen with a shocked, yet thoughtful expression on her face as she considered it, before shaking her head and trying to clear out the ideas that were spawned from that line of thought.
As Morty started walking up the stairs out of the basement he saw Summer start to recover from the shock and called back over his shoulder, "Well if you do ever try to make me a sex slave, at least promise me you'll do your best to get Jessica and maybe Tricia to come over and use me for their pleasure as well," causing Summer to freeze again while he made his way back to the lab to continue helping the clones.
AN: *snicker* The corruption of my typist seems to be coming along nicely.
