Evil reigns ( evil morty x reader)

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Hi guys! I rly love Rick and Morty so I wanted to write this. Not many people with actually do so, so this is just here as a reference I guess :)

Rick! What are you doing?! LET GO!"

He covered his ear with one bony hand at her screams, dragging someone who obviously wanted to go in the opposite direction for some reason.

Her tears were rainfall. "We can't leave him here! RICK I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Get the fuck *burppp* in the ship before I kill you."

She broke down at that. "Rick, we can't leave him here, he's your family, he's my—!"

"We don't *burppp* have the fucking time!" Rick's desperation wrenched at her. He sighed at her unmoving stance, a serious face adorning his features. "You're the second smartest brain in the universe, god forbid the little Y/Ns of the all infinite timelines actually get smart. You're an anomaly, you're tied with him. The only difference I'm making is to save you. We can't lose you. Not to that thing."

"Rick, you're horrible. I'm going back to get—!"

"I know. That's why I have to do this." At those words he lurched back, tossing Y/N's flailing body into the rocks. She hit her head and a steady flow of blood trickled down her head.

He barely had time to exhale and debate how to get Y/N's body on the ship when he arrived.
(cue signature music)

"RICK! Where is she?? If you've touch a hair on her head I swear I will kill you! You see if I don't!" He spat out 'kill' with enough venom to poison a family of cobras, his flying spit spiralling blood into the high winds. The boy who addressed Rick looked a mess; his normally slicked back hair rebounding; his eyes crazed; scratch marks on his face; a gash above his eyebrow, a wound enveloped with scarlet nothings.

The strong evolve. They move past their old habits, old loves, because it doesn't exist to the strong; the past, that is. Oh, how rapidly this one had. So much wasted potential.

"She's *burppp* not going to die. The only one here that's gonna die is you, *burpp* my most evil, highly intelligent project. You are a threat to the balance of the universe. A Morty such as yourself should never have been thought of!"

Morty seemed stunned at his grandfather's outburst, his confession. Despite his initial, he turned his gun on Rick, hands trembling slightly with hate.

"NO U."

A gun was shot, and the mangled, partially alive body of Morty Smith lay screaming out to Rick.

"It's *burppp* over Morty! I have the high ground!"

"DON'T YOU DARE STAR WARS ME! I HATE YOU."

Rick turned his back on the figure, tears welling in his eyes. I'm not fucking crying.

Morty desperately looked for Y/N. She would help him, they were friends, if not soon to be lovers! She would help him out of tight spots, like she always had—

He lay sobbing on the ground. He was God, how could someone equal of his level (because Rick was equal in intellect, if not inferior) subject him to this? A god of wisdom, of war, a god of everything there could be a god of.

She... she would never leave him intentionally.

It's all Rick's fault.
It's all Rick's fault.
It's all Rick's fault.

"IT'S ALL RICK'S FAULT!"

He collapsed. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you and win everything back. Mortys can fight and win. And we will."

(There are two prologues, just to get an insight before the actual story begins so...)