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Morty used to be kind, he used to enjoy helping others. Maybe some of that kindness still lingered in him.
When he finished building his transmission system, he approached his grandfather. Rick was too drunk to react in time. It was easy to overpower him; the poor idiot even thought Morty was hugging him. Yeah, right.
He tied Rick to an operating table in his own underground base. Evading the security and breaking the system was simple. He prepared everything and, when the old man woke up, he shouted a barrage of insults at Morty.
While Rick insulted him, Morty calmly perfected the details before opening his grandfather's head. He remembered being about to make the first cut when a desperate plea from the old man caught his attention.
"Come on, I'll do whatever you want, just don't kill me."
The "don't kill me" echoed in his mind. The idea wasn't bad. Morty initially just planned to kill him, to eliminate every unnecessary thing from his brain and keep the body alive. But something about imagining the old man being conscious at all times, subjected to his will—a Morty's will—ignited a repulsive spark of excitement in him.
Morty pretended to think for a second. Rick looked at him with pleading eyes. Morty laughed. How pathetic.
"Well, I'll consider it. Trust me, I'll take it into account."
And with a quick injection, the old man was unconscious at his mercy.
When Rick woke up, Morty simply yawned. He looked at Rick intently for a second and then spoke with a relaxed voice, too relaxed for a Morty, too relaxed for what he had just done.
"How do you feel?"
Rick looked at him, made a sound of pain, and then frowned.
"Morty! You little shit, what the hell did you do to me? You psychopath, answer me!"
Morty didn't flinch at the yelling. He strolled around the room as if nothing was amiss, playing with a pen in his hands.
"Relax, grandpa. I just fulfilled your request. You're not dead, right?"
Rick seemed to think. He looked up as if trying to remember, and a look of recognition appeared on his face. Then he got scared. Ever since he woke up, he had felt a pounding headache. He looked at his grandson, who smiled at him with that damn smug grin. He tried to speak, but it was as if his lips were working against him. The headache worsened.
"Calm down, there it is." Morty stood beside him and gently took his cheek. He checked the stitches on Rick's head and looked into his eyes. He gave a couple of mocking pats on his cheek and stepped back. "You asked me not to kill you, and I didn't. You're alive."
Rick looked at him, confused. A look of pure horror crossed his face as he realized what Morty had done. Morty laughed softly, sat on a nearby table, and turned on several screens that bathed his face in a blue glow. For the first time, Rick became aware of the constant humming of the machines, which heightened his tension.
He tried to speak again and, when he couldn't, he groaned in frustration, a sound that only echoed in his mind.
"I wanted you to see this." Morty spoke. "I wanted you to see me. Initially, I was just going to kill you, but... when you begged me not to, I realized something." Morty slowly approached Rick. The old man could barely feel his heart beating so fast. Morty grabbed his cheeks firmly, forcing him to look at him. He left soft red marks on Rick's pale skin. "I want you to suffer, to live every moment and see me controlling you," he spat with rage. Rick tried to grimace, but again, it was impossible. Morty released him roughly. A tender smile adorned his lips. Damn demon.
"You're going to be punished, many conditions, but that's what you wanted." Morty typed something on the computer with disinterest. "I'm going to keep you by my side and play with you. You're going to do what I ask, you'll be my puppet"
Rick's face twisted in terror. He supposed Morty wanted to relish his reaction because he looked at him mockingly and then went back to typing.
"You'll have to be my toy, fulfill my whims, go along with my plans..." Morty turned to him again with a smile. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy it too."
He typed again. There was a beep, and Morty celebrated quietly. He turned to Rick, touched the patch on his eye, and a golden dot lit up on the black fabric. Without Rick wanting it, his limbs moved. He hadn't even realized he wasn't tied up.
"Good, it's time to begin." It was the last thing Rick heard clearly before static filled his ears. His lips curled into a smile against his will. A sound he didn't hear escaped his lips, and Morty smiled with satisfaction.