AN: As always, it's advised to read chapter 4 of "The Lines between Ricks and Mortys" first.

Warnings: surprisingly none for this chapter despite the Morty that it is about (other than that it is kind of lame as far as background stories go)

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 3: Super Morty Fan Morty

The first time that Morty met his grandfather, he had been confused by the man.
Rick had been so delighted – excited – to finally meet him.
Why that was, was something that Morty hadn't understood for a long while.

At first, the boy had been a bit weirded out by the scientist since his grandfather treated him as if he was some kind of celebrity.
He wore a ski hat that had the form of Morty's head, some badges on his lab coat that looked like his head or had a big red 'M' in front of a yellow background and a t-shirt that also had his face on it. There was also a red dazzler with a big 'M' around his neck, a yellow belt buckle also in the shape of an 'M' and he had a doll that looked like him that spoke weird sentences in a recorded voice that sounded very much like Morty's.
Morty truly didn't understand why his grandfather did that or where he even got all of his merchandise.

However, after a short time, he stopped caring about that.
He actually enjoyed all the attention that he got from the crazy scientist, being the only one that was invited to come along on his adventures.
Usually Morty had been below average and aside from the school bullies no one had ever paid him any attention – not even his own family.
So, obviously, he was overjoyed to have finally found someone that he considered as a friend, albeit a crazy one that was a hell 'a lot older than he was, but he wasn't one to nitpick about something like that.

Things however began to change drastically when his Rick brought him to the Citadel of Ricks for the first time.
It was finally at that point that Morty understood where his grandfather had gotten the merchandise but not only that.
He was met with the realization that his grandfather wasn't the only Rick there was, but that there were plenty different versions of him throughout the entire multiverse and so many of them were gathered here in this one place.

However, this was only something that he took notice of one the side because even more he realized that there were also many different versions of himself.
Normally, one would expect that the boy might have felt offended about this, seeing himself so often that he would feel like he was insignificant and nothing special, but that was not the case.
In fact, he was in awe as he saw all the many other versions of himself.

While most of the Mortys looked exactly the same as him, there were also ones who looked completely different.
Like the Aqua Morty who looked like a fish and had to wear a helmet with water inside it so that he could actually breathe on land.
Or the Cyclops Morty who had orange skin, pointed ears and only a singular eye – he actually looked a bit intimidating and dangerous.
The Robot Morty looked also very interesting.
And there was even a Morty whose head was in the shape of a hammer.

"Woah! There are so many of them and all they're all different!" Morty said to his grandfather with starry eyes.

His Rick could only grin and agree.
It was at this point that Morty himself became a fan of Mortys because even though they were essentially the same as him, he thought that they were really awesome and cute.
He completely fell in love with them. Loving every chance that he got to interact with them. Also loving to just watch them.

So, from this moment on, he also started to dress himself in a similar fashion as his grandfather:
He wore a hat in the form of a Morty head, a backpack in similar shape on which he put all of his badges that he bought on the Citadel and a t-shirt with a Morty's face on it. A similar red dazzler to that of his grandfather hung also around his neck, he also wore the same 'M'-shaped belt buckle and he even thought about getting himself a fancy tattoo, but so far only drew 'MORTY' and a heart on his stomach and abdomen.
Morty and his Rick seemed to have gotten even closer than before, having now something to talk about excitedly the entire time like all the different looks or lifestyles that Mortys from other dimensions could have.

Of course, those new changes didn't go unnoticed by the rest of his family for long.
Especially as Jerry found one questionable fanart that the boy had drawn – he had started to actively draw and write fanfictions, too – his parents knew that they had to do something.

"I don't know what we should do with him, Beth! Probably admit him to a mental hospital or something because what he does is anything but healthy!" Morty could overhear his father yelling.

It wasn't rare that his parents argued with each other, but it was one of the rare times that he was the topic of their argument and they somewhat agreed that things were not okay with him.

"A mental hospital, Jerry?! Really?!" his mother argued back. "I don't think that it's that serious that we need to look for medical help. Maybe we can just try to talk with him."

"Not that serious?! Have you even looked at the picture that he had drawn?!" was the counter argument. "The boy is narcissistic! A little friendly talk won't just fix that magically! This probably would have never happened if he wouldn't hang out so much with your crazy father!"

"Keep my dad out of this!"

"No, if anyone is at fault that our son has developed such a weird tendencies than it's Rick's!" His father thundered and didn't let his mother get another word in. "We should have never allowed him to stay with us! It's only because of your fucked up father complex! You're probably not even going to care when the old weirdo ends up sexually molesting or even raping our son, do you?!"

Morty had heard enough.
He was just fed up with everything. He was fed up with his parents trying to stage an intervention – even wanting to go so far as to lock him up in a loony bin.
And on top of that they wanted to place the entire blame on his grandfather and would try to kick him out of the house now.
His brilliant Rick who had opened his eyes to a whole new world – a whole new level of existence even!
No, he wouldn't stand for this anymore.

Morty felt actually a little bad for what he was about to do, but he didn't have any other options.
He had packed his Morty backpack to the brim with snacks, his block and pencils for drawing his fanart and some of the Morty merchandise that he was able to fit inside.
It was in the middle of the night that he secretly snug in the garage. His grandfather had fallen asleep in front of the TV so he knew that it was save to go in there without getting interrupted or stopped by anyone.

The boy grabbed his grandfather's portal gun, which rested innocently on top of the workbench. He put in one of the view coordinates that he had memorized – the ones that would bring him to the Citadel of Ricks.
Maybe it wasn't the wisest choice and Morty knew that his grandfather would know where he went from the coordinates, but then again since it was the Citadel, maybe he wouldn't find him so easily.

Opening a portal against the wall of the garage, Morty put the gun back where he picked it up.
Slowly he moved closer to the rip in space and time that presented itself visibly as a swirling green vortex.
Morty took one last look back towards the door.
He really felt bad for what he was about to do. Not because of leaving his parents and sister behind, but because he was leaving his Rick despite knowing how much the man loved him.

It had to be done though. In Morty's mind this was the only option to protect them both.
So, he faced the portal again, took a deep breath and then walked through it.
The portal closed, leaving no trace behind that it was ever there to begin with.

It would take a long while before anyone in the house would rose from their slumber.
It would take an even longer while before anyone would notice that Morty was gone.
And it would take even longer before Rick would notice that his portal gun had been used.
But who knew how long it would take before he would find his boy again… if he ever would.