When Evil Morty wins the election on the Citadel, his plans go into motion- but he never would have guessed to have found someone other than a Rick and a Morty on the Citadel. He only wished he hadn't found her hidden away. He wanted nothing more to do with her upon realizing that she means more to him than petty, weak emotions- not even his genius could have foreseen that she was his soulmate. The very last (Y/N) (L/N) in all the different realities. All but one still lived. He can't bring himself to dispose of her, and he can't bare the thought of another Morty stealing what's his. Little does he know, you've got your own sinister plans.