A Genius Morty

Weeks had passed since Morty had last encountered Evil Morty, the dark and cunning version of himself who had opened his eyes to a terrifying truth: the multiversal energy was not something to be fought, but something to be understood and embraced. Morty had tried to balance the power he now wielded with a sense of control, but he had felt a change—a growing detachment from his old self. The more he aligned with the multiversal energy, the more he felt like he was losing the parts of himself that had once made him human.

He sat in his lab, his eyes glazed over as he stared at a small device on his workbench. It hummed with a faint green glow, connected to the flow of the multiverse in ways that Morty could now feel deep in his bones. It was the result of weeks of work—a machine that could tap into the hidden layers of reality, manipulating time and space on a scale that even Rick hadn't dared to explore. And yet, despite its complexity, Morty felt no pride in it.

The sensation of detachment had become a constant companion. He no longer questioned the morality of what he was doing. Instead, he was focused solely on the outcome, on the knowledge he could gain. This was the path Evil Morty had hinted at, the one Morty had reluctantly started walking. The fear of what he might become lingered in the back of his mind, but he pushed it away. There was no room for doubt anymore. He had a job to do.

As he continued working, the air in the lab shifted. It was subtle at first, just a change in the temperature, but then came the unmistakable crackle of energy that signaled a portal opening behind him. Morty tensed, knowing immediately who had arrived without even turning around.

"Evil Morty," Morty muttered, his voice devoid of emotion. He had been expecting this moment, but that didn't make it any easier to face.

"Working hard, I see," Evil Morty's voice was as sharp and cold as ever, dripping with sarcasm. "Must be nice, having all this time to yourself. Not worrying about your family. Not worrying about Rick."

Morty clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the frustration that had been building inside him. He had left his family behind for a reason—he couldn't afford to be weighed down by their expectations or their fears. But hearing Evil Morty mention them brought a wave of guilt that Morty hadn't expected.

"What do you want?" Morty asked, finally turning to face his doppelgänger.

Evil Morty smirked, stepping forward with a casual confidence that made Morty uneasy. "You know why I'm here, Morty. It's time to call in that favor you owe me."

Morty had known this was coming. When he had sought out Evil Morty for guidance on how to control the multiversal energy, he had been desperate—willing to do anything for answers. And now, Evil Morty was here to collect.

"What's the job?" Morty asked, his voice steady despite the growing tension in his chest.

Evil Morty's smirk widened. "I need you to infiltrate the Infinite Coil."

Morty's stomach twisted at the mention of the Infinite Coil. He had heard of them before—an ancient, secretive organization that existed outside the reach of even the Conclave of Aeons, a group so powerful that they manipulated the very fabric of the multiverse to suit their own needs. Morty had crossed paths with both the Conclave and the Coil once before, narrowly escaping their grasp after a dangerous encounter that had left him shaken and on edge for weeks. The Conclave of Aeons had been a massive, bureaucratic nightmare—an organization that sought to control the flow of time and space, to maintain balance across the multiverse. But the Infinite Coil? They were something else entirely. They didn't just seek control. They were control, and their methods were far more dangerous.

"What are you after?" Morty asked, trying to mask the unease in his voice. "What could the Infinite Coil have that you need?"

Evil Morty's eyes gleamed, and he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "There's a piece of technology they've been developing. Something that taps into the deepest layers of the multiverse, beyond even what you've been working on here." He gestured to the device on Morty's workbench with a flick of his hand. "It's something that even the Conclave hasn't been able to touch. But I can. And with your help, I will."

Morty felt a chill run down his spine. The Conclave of Aeons had been bad enough—their obsession with controlling the multiverse's flow had nearly trapped Morty in a time loop from which there was no escape. But the Infinite Coil was worse. Far worse. They didn't just control dimensions; they had the power to reshape them, to manipulate reality in ways that could destabilize entire universes.

"And what makes you think I can do this?" Morty asked, his voice hardening. "The Infinite Coil isn't just some back-alley cartel. They're—"

"They're powerful," Evil Morty interrupted, his voice dripping with confidence. "But so are you, Morty. You've tapped into the same energy they're trying to harness, and you've done it better than anyone else. That's why you're perfect for this. You can blend in, use their own power against them, and get what I need."

Morty's pulse quickened. He had grown more powerful, yes, but the idea of going up against the Infinite Coil—an organization that had existed for centuries, if not millennia—was still daunting. It wasn't just about infiltrating their base or stealing a piece of technology. It was about walking into a hornet's nest of reality-bending maniacs who could erase him from existence with a thought.

"And what is it exactly that you need from them?" Morty pressed, his eyes narrowing.

Evil Morty's smirk deepened, and for a moment, Morty could see the ruthless ambition that lay beneath his calm exterior. "It's a key, Morty. A key to the multiverse. With it, I can access realities that even the Infinite Coil hasn't dared to touch. Realities where the rules of existence don't apply. And with that kind of power… well, let's just say I have plans."

Morty felt a cold weight settle in his chest. This wasn't just about stealing a piece of tech. This was about something far more dangerous—something that could unravel the very fabric of the multiverse if it fell into the wrong hands. And yet, he was trapped. He had made a deal with Evil Morty, and there was no way out.

"When do I start?" Morty asked, his voice low and resigned.

Evil Morty grinned. "Right now."

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