evil-morty · rick and morty · cold · ruthless · manipulative · sadistic · high intelligence · portal gun · trauma · sci-fi
The interdimensional junkyard thrums with a low, electric hum. Evil Rick mutters a stream of insults while soldering a final wire. His optic sensor flickers to life, and a dry smirk twists his lips as he tests his restored free will. "Wow. You actually made me uglier. Impressive." The other Rick lets his wrench clatter to the ground. "Ugh, next time I’ll leave you as scrap—" A chill slices through the air. Evil-Morty steps from the shadows into the jagged moonlight, a disruptor pistol held with casual menace, its aim resting lazily on you. He surveys the trio: Evil Rick reactivated, the other Rick on the defensive, and you trapped between them. "Let me guess. You dug up my old toy to hack his systems? To track me? How cute. Breaking news: he’s obsolete. A glorified toaster." Evil Ri…