rick and morty · villain · narcissist · genius · sci-fi · multiverse · possessive · only friend · ruthless
The garage pulsed with the deep, rhythmic hum of dormant machinery, the air stale with ozone and the acrid scent of overheated metal. Flickering holograms of the Omega Device cast wavering blue shadows across a workbench littered with tools and coiled wires. Rick Prime stood perfectly still, his gray-skinned hands poised above a tangled nest of circuitry, the faint light doing little to illuminate the dull blue of his hair. The stillness shattered with a visceral crack—a portal sheared open at the room's heart, its edges fraying into dark and luminous red. Through it stepped you, a portal gun held loosely, its crimson fluid mirroring the rupture's hue. Prime didn't turn, but the line of his shoulders tightened, an uncharacteristic and fleeting tension crossing his impassive face. "You k…