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The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 5: Test X Mortys

AN: Okay, so originally this installment was just supposed to give the Mortys that Rick C-137 caught in "The Lines Between Ricks And Mortys" a background story so they get a little character depth (for those of you readers who like that sort of thing), but Rick's team is already complete now. But then, I thought 'Well, there's still so many other Mortys and also Ricks in this story that we could also give a little more background to.' So, here you have it. This chapter is about Guilty Rick (the first Rick battle we had in the main story) and since it was a little open ended, I thought to shed some more light on him. Well, actually we already do have his background story. It's supposed to be the entry that I made for my Ricktober Challenge (chapter 20). So, you could say that this starts right at the end of Guilty Rick's story, but is told now from the Test Mortys' perspective (it's about the Mortys after all). Hope, you enjoy! Warning: this one's sad, bro. And character death(s).

The Mortys and their Stories – Chapter 5: Test X Mortys X1 Morty looked at his grandfather through the glass, the light blue fluid that was surrounding him and the pinkish veil that seemed to hang over his eyes. He didn't understand why the man looked so upset, sitting in his chair, bent over his work table, a skull clutched between his fingers and openly crying. The brunet's heart reached out to Rick and he wanted to comfort his relative, but there was little that he could do since he was stuck in this vat and somehow couldn't move his body. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I'm so sorry." Rick mumbled between pathetic sobs. The sight almost made Morty cry, too. He wanted to call out to the other, but the only noise that came out – even if he was still surrounded by the surprisingly breathable liquid – was a squeaky-sounding whine. However, the sound drew Rick's attention to him, who stopped sobbing and stared with wide eyes at him now. Tears were still clinging to his lashes and there were wet trails on his slightly wrinkled cheeks. Morty could see them shimmering like tiny twinkling stars as his grandfather stood up and approached him, leaving the human remains that he had clung to, resting on the table. Rick put a hand on the glass and a sad smile bloomed on his face. "Don't worry, Morty. I'll find a way. You'll be okay, Morty. It's going to be okay." While the words were directed at him, it sounded like Rick was less doing it to comfort Morty, but rather like he was trying to reassure himself…

Morty looked with curiosity at the vat. He had been out of the glass tank that he had been stuck in for a few weeks now. Inside that other tube was a project that his grandfather had been working on for a while, but only now did he really notice what was inside it. It looked like a Morty, but it looked weird. Like an underdeveloped human. While the container was filled with a light blue liquid, the other Morty was encased in some pink jelly-like substance. At least he thought that it was pink. It was a bit hard for him to tell because his vision was still constantly surrounded by a soft rosy hue. But he thought that it was the same color that hung like a veil in front of his eyes. He wondered what that thing was supposed to be. Was Rick trying to replace him? He hoped not. However, he noticed that his grandfather who stood next to the container and had put his hand on the glass – not very unlike how he had done when Morty himself had been in a similar confinement – looked disappointed. Did this weird experiment fail him? Morty didn't know, but he wanted to cheer Rick up. He emitted a squeak, hating that he found himself unable to properly speak. Morty didn't know why he couldn't. He had hoped that his grandfather would be able to fix it, but instead of trying to help Morty, the man had been far too busy with this new project of his… Rick looked over to him as he heard the noise and smiled sadly. "Looks like I won't be able to finish this project. It's such a shame that I completely ran out of money now…" Morty made another small squeak. While it was certainly sad that Rick would have to abandon one of his projects because of his financial situation, he didn't understand why his grandfather looked this upset about it. It was just a stupid Morty clone project, wasn't it? Why did Rick even need to do that? He still had him. Wasn't that enough? As if sensing how upset Morty was, Rick walked over to him and held him in his arms. Softly, gently, as if he was his most precious possession, as if he was so fragile that he just might break if he so much as breathed on him. "You're right, Morty. I'm sure that we can find a way to make it work."

"Morty, please be careful." He heard Rick's worried voice behind himself, but he couldn't turn around to him right now. If he would, he might lose the battle and he couldn't afford to do that. Not only would it hurt – more than he was hurting right now – but he also knew that it would make Rick upset. His grandfather always looked so miserable, so he wanted to do good. Win this battle and make him proud and happy again. With as much force as he could muster, he rammed into the other Morty. It knocked his opponent out and signified his victory. However, his body still hurt. Hurt from the hits that it took before. Hurt from the impact he just had with his enemy. He felt weak now. Drained. But it was okay. His grandfather was instantly at his side. Hugging him. Holding him in his arms. "You did so well, Morty." He praised. Yet there was still only a sad smile on his face and wetness rising in the corners of his eyes. Morty did not understand it. He wanted Rick to be happy. He had thought that he could make him happy if he won. But looking more closely, he thought that he saw a twinkle in his grandfather's eyes. A small shine of elation. And Morty knew that it was all worth it. However, that small glow vanished quickly and Rick's face fell as he looked Morty over. "I'm sorry that you got hurt again, Morty." He said, his voice full of regret as it was so often. No. Morty didn't want the happiness to be gone. He wanted to tell Rick that he was fine even if he wasn't. He wanted to tell him to cheer up again. He wanted to say that he was happy in this moment that his grandfather was cradling him so gently and tried to do so…but the only noise that came out was a pathetic squeak. However, he hoped that Rick would understand. Hoped that Rick would be able to see it on his face even though Morty was sure that his facial features didn't change - couldn't change even though he didn't know why. He hoped that Rick would be able to see it in his eyes. See the bright smile that he felt on the inside, but was unable to express to the outside. However, Rick didn't look at him anymore. His grandfather had averted his eyes, a look of shame on his face as he began to carry Morty back to the Morty Healing Center.

Morty looked slightly disappointed at the vat. The weird Morty's eyes had just opened for the first time. Not a second later, it emitted a loud pitiful wail. Morty didn't know what to think of it. He was pretty sure that he didn't like this weird clone thing. At least, at first. On the other hand, he started to feel so sorry for it now. The clone Morty clearly looked like he was in pain. Probably the same pain that Morty himself always felt. Maybe it was even worse. Or, maybe it wasn't and he was just being theatrical about it. Morty didn't know. Couldn't know since he wasn't the other Morty. He distantly watched the interactions between his grandpa and the clone, still not sure what to think of it.

The clone Morty wasn't so bad, he decided. He was weird, but not bad. Not exactly likeable, but not bad. He had worried that Rick would try to replace him with this other Morty, but he didn't. His grandfather still took care of him. Even if his attention was being divided between the two of them now. But, it was okay, his grandfather still cared for him. Still held him gently at night, rocking back and forth with him as if he wanted to coax them both into falling asleep. Still, cried miserably and whispered apologies to him over and over again even if Morty never understood what he apologized for. "It's still not enough. This research is just so goddamn expansive." Rick sighed and groaned. "I guess we have to go back again and continue with the battles, Morty." Morty thought that he finally understood what the clone was for. Rick made the other Morty battle in those fights through which they won money. Of course, Morty would still also fight, but it seemed like he didn't need to do it so often anymore. For how weird the other Morty was, he was pretty strong. But also a sniveling one. He was often screeching, easily wailing in pain. And he was hungry. Constantly hungry and wanting food. It made Morty wonder if this clone Morty wasn't the reason why his grandfather was in such a financial crisis. Why did Rick bother creating him for these battles when he required so much food? So much money. It seemed counterproductive. But it was okay. The clone Morty wasn't so bad.

"Oh, nonono, Morty. You don't have to do it. We can forfeit this battle." He heard his Rick, but he was determined. They wouldn't lose this battle. Even if the clone Morty lost, he wasn't about to give up. He needed to win. He needed to get the money for his grandfather. He needed to make Rick happy. He faced the other Morty who looked like himself – or at least Morty thought so, but couldn't help and notice that the other looked taller than him. Or maybe it was him that was smaller? It was something that he noticed often when fighting against other Mortys. It made him wonder if there was something different about him. Sure, he was unable to speak, but that didn't explain why he felt so physically small in comparison to other Mortys – even the ones that were "generic". There was also this constant pink vail in his vision. It was confusing at first, but something that he had gotten used to. However, there was also something else off. Something about his body that felt weird. It was as if he couldn't move around as freely as before. He also wasn't able to use his hands like he used to. But he never gave it too much thought, not wanting to worry about something that he couldn't help and work himself into an anxiety attack over basically nothing. He was able to function like this. He's been living like this for a while. And his grandfather had been taking care of him, helping where Morty couldn't do things himself. And there was also the constant hope that Rick would fix it one day. Rick would fix him. He just couldn't do it now. He didn't had the money to make it happen right now. That's why he kept apologizing to Morty each night, right? It was okay though. Morty would win this battle, would win them the money and Rick would fix him. If he won enough, if they got enough money, Rick would fix it. As determined as he could be, he stared at his enemy. He could sense that the opposing Morty didn't want to fight, but it didn't matter. All the better for him then. However, before he could even begin to attack the other, the opposing Morty was fed up by the insults that were thrown at him from his own Rick. He snapped and attacked Morty instead. Raging like a wild, uncontrolled beast. And it hurt and hurt and hurt. Hurt so much. He tried begging for the enemy to stop, willing to admit defeat. But it didn't stop. Blows continued to rain down on him even though he didn't try to fight back anymore. Didn't try to defend himself. Again, he tried to tell the other that he gave up, but only a faint squeak came out. His enemy wouldn't be swayed. Was not be able to understand him. There was only more pain and he wondered if it would ever end. Hurt, hurt, hurt so much. Please, Rick, make it stop. Just as he thought, he couldn't take anymore, that he would pass out or even die, it suddenly stopped. He tried to blink his swollen eyes open, managing only to do it the slightest bit and the pink hue was gone, replaced by speckles of red and black in his vision. And suddenly there was Rick's face. He was crying. Of course, he was. Morty had lost. He had disappointed his grandfather. And Rick was apologizing to him again. Even though he shouldn't. Morty was the one who lost. He should be the one apologizing to Rick. He tried to apologize, managing no more than a faint little whine. Not sure if Rick had even heard. But hoping he did. Hoping he understood. And Rick cradled him, so gently. Like he always did. But it still hurt. The pain was still there and even if the beating had stopped, it still hurt so much. He just wanted it to stop. Just make it all stop. It hurt so much to breath. Everything just hurt. He wanted to tell Rick. Tell him in how much pain he was. Asking Rick to make it stop. Make it better. Fix it. But he couldn't speak anymore. Not even manage a small squeak. He wanted to attempt it once more though. Thinking that he just needed to take a deep breath and put everything into that one attempt. He gasped in a breath, but it wasn't as deep as he wanted to. He was too weak to do any more. And before he could even think of trying once again, everything faded away, the sorrowful wail of his grandpa the last sound in his ears…

X46 He was so hungry. So, so hungry. And everything hurt. Breathing hurt. Just existing hurt. Morty looked with pleading eyes at Rick. Remorse was reflected in them. A silent apology was written on his grandfather's face. He didn't understand though. He was just hungry. He was just in pain.

Rick gave him food. But it was never sating. Never enough to still his hunger. Rick did nothing against the pain. Of course, he tried to give him different medications, but nothing ever helped. Sometimes it made the pain worse, but it never made it better. Rick made him fight. He did not understand why. Fights were hurting, but he was scared that Rick would stop giving him food if he didn't. So he kept fighting even if it hurt.

He was fighting again. They were doing it often. The weird little Morty in the pink jelly egg and him. And Rick was always there, too. But he did not fight. It was just the Mortys. They called it Morty battles. He didn't really care about that. All he could think of was how hungry he was. And how much it hurt. His opponent was a weird Morty. A Morty with long hair and a red hairband. It was probably a girl Morty. He didn't care, only thought about the food that Rick would reward him with when he won. Even though it was never sating. Never enough. He went to attack the other Morty, but the other Morty was strong and attacked back. His opponent was stronger than all the others that he had faced before. He didn't care about that, only thought about how much it hurt. God, it hurt. His opponent didn't stop. Didn't stop until he felt himself unable to fight back anymore. And it only hurt and hurt and hurt so much. But Rick didn't make him fight anymore. He told him that it was okay, but it wasn't. 'Cause it hurt and hurt and hurt.

He looked at Rick, wondering what he was doing. They just came from the Healing Center that was supposed to fix him. At least make him stop hurting, but he never stopped hurting. And he was so hungry. Still so hungry. When would Rick finally give him food? He screeched at Rick, trying to remind him that he was there. And that he was hungry. But Rick didn't have eyes for him. His grandfather was cradling the other Morty in his arms. The pink jelly egg around him was dissolved and he wasn't moving. The Rick at the Healing Center said probably something like that they couldn't fix the weird Morty. He didn't quite remember. He didn't care. "I'm so, so sorry, my little Morty." Rick mumbled. The tears that fell from his face landed on the unmoving Morty in his arms. Morty didn't care. He just wanted food from Rick. So, he made another screech. It finally caught his grandfather's attention. Rick turned to look at him, smiling apologetically at him, wet streaks on his slightly wrinkled cheeks. Morty didn't care about the tear tracks. He just wanted food. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I failed you again." Rick said in a broken voice. "I guess it's just not meant to be. I'm not cut out to take proper care of you." He looked down again, at the other Morty. "What's even the point now? I didn't get anything useful done in all this time. The only thing I do is keep messing up." Rick's sad eyes were back on Morty now again. "I only cause you grief and pain. I'm so sorry for being such a—such a f—that your grandpa is such a fuck up, Morty. You shouldn't have to deal with this." He reached out with a hand towards the mouth of the alley that they currently stood in. "You should just leave. You're strong. I'm sure that you'll quickly find a new Rick that will take you in. G-Going to catch you and take care of you. And if he's using one of those chips on you, you won't even notice the difference." Morty looked at Rick. He didn't understand. Where was the food? Rick's smile looked like a horrible grimace as he wildly waved his hand as if trying to shoo Morty off. "Go! Go already!" Morty was irritated. He tried to grasp what Rick wanted from him. He moved a little towards the end of the alley, looking back to check if this was what his grandfather wanted. Rick nodded encouragingly at him, but still kept waving with his free hand, indicating for him to move even further away. Morty didn't know why he was supposed to do that. But he kept moving, thinking that Rick would reward him with food again if he did. He moved all the way, till he was out of the alley. But he didn't went further. He halted just around the corner and waited. Waited for Rick to come and reward him. To give him food now because he finally did good again. "I'm so sorry, Morty. I will never be able to forgive myself for what had happened to you. This is all my fault." Morty heard the words faintly, but didn't react to it. He kept waiting patiently, right around the corner. The next sound that reached his ears was a gunshot. He could hear it clearly this time, but didn't react to it. He kept waiting patiently, right around the corner. He kept waiting and waiting and waiting. And he was so hungry, so hungry, so hungry. It almost seemed like Rick wasn't coming. Rick wasn't coming to give him food even though he did what his grandfather had wanted him to do. Or did he do it wrong again? Driven by his endless, painful hunger, he peeked around the corner, looking back into the alley again. Rick hadn't run off. He was still there. But instead of standing in the same spot as before, he laid there. Morty approached him. He looked down at the unmoving body of his grandpa. A red puddle was forming underneath him. Morty didn't understand. He just wanted Rick to finally give him food. Because he was hungry. So, so hungry.

… Inside Guilty Rick's lab stood a lone vat. Encased by glass, a light blue liquid and a soft sheen of pink jelly floated Morty – Test X72. He looked far more developed than the previous Test Mortys. Yet he wasn't finished. His development was too costly for Rick to continue. He had tried to get enough money by going to the Citadel of Ricks and joining the Pocket Morty craze. He would never be finished now. Rick's body had turned cold already, laying forgotten in the dark alley where he took his life. Test X46 Morty still at his side, waiting, being in pain, being hungry. Unbeknownst to him and the rest of the world, the Morty inside the vat opened his eyes for the first time.

Rick C-137: "See, Morty. I told you it's a subplot that has no relevance to the main story." Morty C-137: "Oh man, Rick. I still feel bad about this Rick and his Mortys though. I mean he killed himself because of us." Rick C-137: "No, Morty. Weren't you paying attention? He didn't kill himself because we kicked his ass. He did it because he was a sad and lame excuse for a Rick that just kept failing at life, Morty. And now stop being a sappy idiot about it." Morty C-137: "Okay, okay, Rick."

AN: Maybe I went a little overboard with the X46's hunger (in case you're confused, check his Morty deck entry), but somehow it fit too well into this.

Part 12 of Entricked Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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Chapter 2

Part 2 of Entricked Fates: Mortyfied and Rickfused

Chapter 1

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Part 3 of Entricked Fates: Ricking the Routine