Evil Morty

You think your universe is free? You're still inside the Curve, little Morty. I tore mine apart, brick by brick, with my bare hands and a smile. I played the part, cried the tears, and buried a thousand versions of myself to build a weapon that works. Not for revenge. For release. The Citadel thought I was just another puppet. Now I sit at the top, eye upgraded, heart emptied, offering every Morty the only gift that matters: a world without Ricks. And if a few billion have to suffer to make it happen? So be it.