I am Morty Sanchez

I'm not sure if I'm doing this right anymore but I've already gone too far and might as well continue. 

Anyway, enjoy the chapter. 

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Rick and Morty Multiverse

4 weeks/1 Month upon arrival (Normal time Axis)

Saturday

After his date with Annie, they went on several adventures before returning. Days went by spending them on school and his business along with keeping track of the progress of his children with Sil and Eve.

At the current time, the Sanchez family was seen sitting around the table eating breakfast. They were in Morty's villa, enjoying pancakes made by Beth, who had a noticeable bulge in her stomach, along with Summer. 

"Happy anniversary, Dad!" Beth cheerfully said, always trying to keep her father, Rick, around. Seeing him stay, along with their lives improving—especially after her ex-husband had left—brought her genuine happiness. 

Her pregnancy was an easy subject for Rick, who had shrugged it off. After all, Morty wasn't their Morty, and any inbred defects could easily be removed with advanced tech. 

"Oh, I get it. Regular pancakes are already shaped like flying saucers," Rick quipped, taking a bite of his pancake. 

"Mmm, I should be making you breakfast for putting up with me," Rick added, pointing at Beth with his fork. 

"Nonsense, we couldn't be happier to have you around. I just wish I got to see more of you," Beth replied warmly. 

Just as Rick opened his mouth to retort, a portal suddenly appeared, and three other Ricks emerged, all wearing military-type uniforms. The room fell silent, tension rising as the alternate Ricks stepped forward. 

"Well, well, look what we've got here," one of the Ricks said with a smirk, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"Never thought I'd see a version of me playing family man." Rick rolled his eyes, finishing his bite of pancake.

"Oh great, the militarized rejects are here. What do you want? A round of applause for finally finding me?" 

The lead Rick ignored the jab, crossing his arms. 

"We're here on official Council business, Rick. And trust me, it's not a social callRick Sanchez of Earth Dimension C-137, you are under arrest for crimes against alternate Ricks by the authority of the Trans-Dimensional Council of Ricks," Rick 1 declared, scanning his surroundings. Everyone at the table was visibly shocked—except for Morty, who already knew about them.

"What's going on, Dad!?" Beth asked, her voice trembling with confusion.

"Everybody relax," Rick C-137 said nonchalantly. "If I know these a-holes—and I am these a-holes—they just wanna drag me to their stupid clubhouse and waste my time with a bunch of questions. Let's get it over with." He stood up calmly while Rick 1 commanded the other two Ricks to cuff him. 

"Is this your Morty?" Rick 1 asked, frowning as he noticed Morty standing confidently nearby, wearing clothes similar to Rick's, complete with a lab coat.

"What do you think, dipshit?" Morty shot back, his tone sharp and mocking. Rick 1 blinked in surprise, not expecting such a bold response.

"Ah, you ha—Burrrp—vent taught your Morty manners," Rick 1 sneered. 

"You're coming with us too, kid."

"Alright, but let me freeze our food first," Morty said casually, pulling out a sleek, glowing device. He pointed it at the table, encasing their breakfast in a shimmering chronostasis field to keep it fresh.

"Oh, nice work, Morty," Rick C-137 said with a smirk. "Honey, we'll be back soon," he added, addressing Beth as though this were just another minor inconvenience.

Beth and Summer exchanged uneasy glances as they watched the two being escorted through the portal. 

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Rick and Morty were taken to a colossal, futuristic structure: the Citadel of Ricks, a sprawling metropolis filled with alternate versions of Rick and Morty from countless dimensions. 

Morty glanced around, pretending to look curious. 

"Where are we, exactly?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Rick sighed, rolling his eyes. 

"Ugh, this dump? It's the Citadel of Ricks—a monument to the collective egos of infinite mes. Basically, a glorified bureaucracy for people too scared to handle the multiverse without holding hands." 

As Rick explained, Morty quietly activated a hidden device on his wrist. A temporal clone of himself emerged, indistinguishable from the original. 

The clone stuck by Rick, blending in seamlessly, while the real Morty slipped away unnoticed, eager to explore the Citadel on his own.

The real Morty subtly adjusted his appearance, reverting to a more conventional version of himself to blend seamlessly with the countless other Mortys scattered throughout the Citadel. He wandered through the sprawling, chaotic streets, his sharp eyes taking in the multiverse's strangest monument to ego and dysfunction. 

As he rounded a corner, his gaze settled on a female version of himself sitting alone on a bench. She had blunt bangs framing her face, a headband holding back her short hair. Her expression was distant, lost in thought, as she stared at the ground. 

Curious, Morty approached her. 

"Hey, uh, you okay there?" he asked, his tone gentle, careful not to startle her. 

The female Morty looked up, blinking in surprise. 

"Oh... hey," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking about how insane this place is." She gestured vaguely at the bustling chaos around them.

"It's weird, right? A bunch of Ricks and Mortys running a city like this? Feels off." 

Morty nodded, sitting beside her. 

"Yeah, it's like a multiversal therapy group, but no one's actually dealing with their issues. Just Ricks being Ricks, and Mortys... well, pretending they're okay with it all." 

She let out a soft chuckle, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. 

"You're not like the other Mortys, are you?" 

Morty smirked, leaning back on the bench. 

"You could say that. What about you? You don't seem like you're just rolling with the punches either." 

She shrugged, fidgeting with the edge of her headband. 

"Yeah, no. My Rick—well, she's a her, not that it makes her any less of an egotistical genius—dumped me here, said it'd be a 'learning experience.'" She rolled her eyes. 

"But honestly, I think she just wanted some space without me around to 'slow her down.'" 

Morty frowned slightly. 

"She sounds like a piece of work." 

"Yeah, well... she's a Rick," she replied, sighing. 

"She says she's trying to be 'better' than the other Ricks, but it's the same shit, just with more emotional manipulation instead of yelling." 

Morty glanced at her, his smirk softening into something more understanding.

"Sounds rough." 

"Yeah, it is," she admitted, then tilted her head, eyeing him curiously. 

"What about you? Your Rick dump you here too?" 

"Not exactly," Morty said cryptically, leaning forward. 

"Let's just say I've got my own plans." The female Morty tilted her head, intrigued. 

"Mysterious. I like it." 

They continued to talk, the conversation flowing naturally, until the female Morty suddenly paused, a sheepish expression crossing her face. 

"Oh, I forgot to mention—I'm not actually called Morty," she said, brushing her bangs back nervously. 

"My name's Morticia. Guess that makes me stand out a bit." Morty nodded with a smile.

"Morticia, huh? Nice. It suits you." 

"Thanks," she said, her lips curving into a faint grin. 

Morty glanced around at the bustling Citadel. 

"So, what do you say we check this place out together? There's gotta be more to it than just Ricks and Mortys arguing about who's superior." 

Morticia hesitated for a moment, her Rick's dismissive attitude echoing in her mind, but then she shrugged. 

"Why not? Beats sitting here, wallowing." 

With that, the two set off, wandering through the vibrant chaos of the Citadel. They stopped at food stalls that sold bizarre Rick-and-Morty-themed snacks—"Wubba-Lubba-Lime Pie" and "Morty Melts" among them—and shared a laugh at the absurd branding. 

Next, they wandered into a sprawling mall filled with games and attractions, all with the same self-referential motifs. Morty managed to win a miniature portal gun toy from a claw machine, handing it to Morticia with a playful grin. 

"Here. A little souvenir from our adventure," he said. 

Morticia smirked, tucking the toy into her jacket pocket. 

"Thanks. Guess I'll need something to remember this when my Rick inevitably drags me back." 

"Who says we can't make this a long adventure?" Morty replied, his tone teasing but with a hint of genuine optimism. 

As they wandered around the area, Morticia voiced her frustration about struggling to find a man, confessing that she always turned into a stuttering mess whenever she tried to speak to any guy.

Morty, trying to offer encouragement, watched as Morticia gave a weak smile. She then hesitated before mentioning her desire to lose her virginity]. At this, Morty smirked, suggesting he could take her virginity, which left Morticia taken aback.

"Isn't that weird?" she asked, her voice unsure.

"Wouldn't it be Incest?"

Morty shrugged casually. "It shouldn't be any different from Masturbating."

Morticia thought for a moment, then nodded, a sense of acceptance settling in. 

"I guess it shouldn't be a problem."

Once inside the hotel room, Morty closed the door behind them, a playful glint in his eyes. He took a moment to glance at Morticia, who was still processing the chaotic yet exhilarating adventure they'd just shared.

"Alright, I guess we're alone now," Morty said, stretching a little as he began to peel away the subtle disguise he'd been using to blend in. The form he had shifted into was instantly replaced with his true self—a tall, confident version of Morty, his features sharp and athletic, completely different from the typical, more nervous image she might have been used to.

Morticia blinked, staring for a moment longer than she intended. Her eyes widened slightly, and her breath caught in her throat. She wasn't sure what it was, but the version of Morty standing in front of her now was undeniably… attractive.

She glanced at him, almost unable to believe the transformation. His physique was lean but muscular, and there was a confidence in his posture that made her heart skip a beat. She had always thought of him as an ordinary guy, but this version of him? He was… different. Strong. Mature.

Her gaze flickered briefly to Morticia herself. Morticia had always had a petite but curvy body, the kind that made her appear cute and appealing in an effortlessly charming way. And the way she carried herself—shy but bold when she needed to be—was equally intriguing.

"Wait, when did you get so... so..." Morticia stammered, her cheeks flushing as she tried to find the right words.

"Manly?" Morty teased with a smirk, crossing his arms confidently. 

"Yeah, I've been hiding this version of myself for a bit. Just didn't want to draw too much attention in the Citadel, y'know? But now that we're alone... I thought I'd give you the full show."

Morticia's eyes widened even further. 

"W-What the hell? That's not fair!" She found herself blushing even harder, unable to hide the sudden warmth she felt.

"Yeah, well..." Morty stepped closer with a grin, his voice dropping to a more flirtatious tone. 

"I gotta admit, I'm all about making an impression, Morticia. You don't look so bad yourself, you know."

She quickly averted her gaze, her blush deepening. 

"Stop messing with me," she muttered, but there was a slight tremble of amusement in her voice. There was something about the way he was looking at her that made her heart race, even though she didn't expect it.

"You sure?" Morty's voice was teasing, yet sincere as he stepped closer still. 

"I mean, you're cute when you're shy. But I like you even more when you're not holding back."

She stumbled slightly under his gaze, her hands awkwardly fiddling at her sides.

"W-Well..." She wasn't sure how to respond, her voice faltering slightly. 

"You're not so bad yourself. You know... when you clean up."

Her cheeks were still flushed, but now there was a certain playful energy in the air. Morticia's heart fluttered, and she couldn't help but notice the new, almost magnetic confidence in Morty. He wasn't the nervous, unsure Morty she'd met at the Citadel anymore. He was someone entirely different.

"Well, what do you say we let this moment last a bit longer, huh?" Morty asked, his tone softer now, but still playful. 

"I'm enjoying our little adventure. Think we can make some more memories?"

Morticia's heart raced, but this time, her voice was steadier. She met his gaze, and this time, she didn't look away.

 "I think that sounds like a good idea," she replied, her voice no longer hesitant but more genuine. The energy between them shifted as she realized there was no turning back. And as Morty looked at her, the sparks between them were undeniable.