||Who needs her when I have you?|| Evil Morty X Reader ||Completed||

||His past||

"I...hate you...." He mumbled. A twisted ball of anger swelled within his chest as he pointed the ray gun at his Rick. Rick stood there shocked and unmoving as Morty trembled.

Morty couldn't stand it anymore. All of his life, morty had everything taken from him. First, it was his innocence. He could no longer see the value of life. Everyone would die eventually, even without his help. That alone didn't ever stop him from killing.

At first, it was in self-defence. He and Rick are wanted criminals. Protecting themselves by killing others was a part of everyday life. Everything was fine up until the attacks stopped coming.

Morty was left on edge. Violence was all he could think about. It was the only thing that he alone had a connection to. He couldn't make any connection to anyone else. The only good connection that he's ever had was robbed away when Jerry ran Snuffles over by 'mistake'.

After Snuffles, Morty then lost his last bit of happiness. He couldn't seem to find any reason to be happy anymore. He was sad for a while but one day a realization dawned on him and all of his sadness was replaced by hatred. It was always his family that stole it all away from him.

Rick stole his simple and innocent view on life. Morty hated that he could no longer value life for what it used to be.

Jerry took his dog's life. This alone tore morty apart. He knew that Snuffles lived infinitely among many other realities but his specific Snuffles meant the world to him and now all that's left is a grave full of bones. Jerry did more mental and emotional damage to morty that day than anyone else had.

Summer took away the girl of Morty's dreams. Morty has always been deeply in love with Jessica and it was obvious to everyone. He was torn when Summer came out as lesbian. It wasn't her sexuality that hurt him, it was that summer's girlfriend was Jessica. It just had to be Jessica, didn't it?

Beth was always working or drinking. She became just as bad as Rick with her warped jokes and comments and harsh judgements on Morty. The only thing morty wanted from her was a bit of motherly love or affection or even praise but all he would get was hurtful comments. She always seemed to go after morty. Maybe it was because he resembled his father a bit too much or maybe it was because he always had more of Rick's attention than she did.

Morty grew to despise his family. Why did they have to hurt him? Why couldn't he just be happy? Was a bit of happiness too much to ask for? Every question that swirled in his head made him more and more angry until one night, he decided that the world wants him to be evil, so why should he fight it?

Morty got out of bed and slowly snuck out of his room. Although it was late night, not everyone in the household was asleep. Morty could hear muffled shouting coming from his parent's room. Beth and Jerry were arguing yet again. Morty paid them no mind and continued down the hallway.
As he passed summer's room, morty heard her giggle out an 'I love you too'. Morty seethed in anger. Just hearing his sister's voice angered him but to hear this phrase come out of her mouth made him tremble in fury.

Morty decided to speed up a bit. He wanted them all to hurt like he did. He wanted them to hate themselves like he hated them. Mostly, he wanted them all dead. He walked down the stairs and through the kitchen swiftly, not caring if anyone heard him anymore. He wanted them all to hear him coming and fear what was about to happen.

Once he entered the garage, all he could feel was rage. He stormed over to Rick's workbench and grabbed his ray gun that was left haphazardly on the table amongst other tools. Morty trembled in anticipation, rage, and a bit of sadness. He was sad that it all could've been better if they had just tried for him.
The wooden steps creaked behind him as someone entered the basement. Morty turned around to face him, the one who never seemed to care for him. His Rick. Morty knew what he had to do, yet he still trembled. Was it sadness? Impatience? Rage? Morty didn't care to pinpoint the emotion at the moment. "I...hate you...." He mumbled. Rick stood there frozen in shock. "I hate you all so much.. I have to kill you.. You all have to die...no. You all will die my my hands. Goodbye Rick Sanchez." Morty pulled the trigger. Rick's body fell to the floor in an instant. And with that, the trembling stopped and morty smiled for the first time in a while. His steps echoed through the unaware household as he lay waste to his family.
Now no one will stand in his way.