An abyss of nothing, a dark cloud looming overhead. Blue skies turned gloomy and a heart freezing to ice cold temperatures. Skin so harsh, a voice so frail. He walks in the shadows of others with no recognition by those in which pass. He is merely a phantom in a world of the living. He is...Morty. The spirit of Ecruteak. The city's own living ghost.
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Morty Stories
FanfictionHere's all the stories I wrote for my favorite Pokemon character, Morty.
