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[kyarashard]

brainrot shitpost I spent a lil too much time on

[ramheavenandhell]

Finally Ricktober, Bitches!! – Chapter 10: Mysterious Rick – Finding Enrickment

AN: This is one prompt that I've been looking forward to because Mysterious Rick is also one of my fave Ricks ^_^ Even though he is a little saner in this fanfiction. Warnings: maybe a tiny bit OOC and obsessive Mysterious Rick (which is pretty in character though) Summary: Mysterious Rick is finally giving up his search for the Legendary Morty. In return, he finds something that he probably needed for a long time…

Finally Ricktober, Bitches!! – Chapter 10: Mysterious Rick – Finding Enrickment This was it. Mysterious Rick was so done with this. It felt like such a long time ago that he had started to collect Mortys. And he had accumulated quite a collection of them, one that would make other collectors certainly envious. However, he just didn't feel about this whole thing anymore like he used to. It just suddenly started to lack that spark that it used to have. All that time ago, he had set out to find the best Morty of them all – the one that he had dubbed the Legendary Morty – but he never found the one. And now, looking at all his caught Mortys, he felt like a fool. None of these Mortys were especially strong or any more special than the ones he had seen from other trainers. It wasn't just the same thing anymore and the hype that had been made around this "game" on the Citadel had also slowly started to die out. In the end, this fad had been just that. A fad. And fads just went away with time again, to be replaced by some new fad eventually. That was just the natural flow of things. So, Mysterious Rick decided that he was through with collecting Mortys and his fruitless search for the special one that he had wanted. He gathered his collection together and one by one released the boys back into the wild again, not caring if they would end up with one of the few still left trainers or if they would find their way back home or if they would die of hunger or from any dangers somewhere out there in an unknown dimension… not like it was any of his concerns. It was just another day on the Citadel as Mysterious Rick strolled, looking around to buy some materials that he would need for a new invention that he was working on. That was when it happened. It was like a meeting of fate – if Ricks would actually believe in such a thing as fate. But, Mysterious Rick was ready to believe in it if it was what was necessary to meet him again. He had been just walking over the plaza, mostly ignoring the other Ricks and few aliens that still lingered around when one Rick passed him that was accompanied by a few Mortys. This was no biggie, of course. There were still some few Ricks who clung to the dead horse that had been labeled "Pocket Mortys" a long time ago and he had grown somewhat blind to the sight.

However, it was one of his Mortys that drew his attention to him.

He wasn't even sure why that was. Maybe it was the bright golden glow that had surrounded this one. Or, the fact that he didn't looked like any other Morty that he had seen before. Usually not one to engage in conversation with other Ricks, other than it being completely necessary to get something done, he asked the generic-looking Rick. "Wow! What kind of Morty is that?" "Huh?" the Rick looked back at his small entourage and saw the other looking at his best Morty. "Oh, that one. He's called the One True Morty. Cheesy name, but he's pretty damn awesome…for a Morty I mean." The One True Morty. This was the one. This had to be the one! Mysterious Rick was sure that this was the Morty that he had been looking for all this time. This was the one that he thought of as the Legendary Morty. There was no doubt about it! However, he was confused as to how to find one of those Mortys for himself. He certainly had never met one like this in the wild, on his adventures through the different dimensions. So, it was in order to do some research. Sadly enough, he soon had to reach the conclusion that there wasn't much known about this One True Morty. There were some links on a few Morty-only-boards that pointed to Morty C-137, but the boy looked just like a generic Morty and nothing like the one that he had seen. Mysterious Rick almost started to regret that he hadn't just stolen the one from the other Rick, like he used to do in the past, but at that moment, he hadn't fully understood his need to own that one special Morty yet. He should at least have asked him how he got that boy – or rather, young man. After many more days wasted on research, he finally got a hint on a Rick message board where remaining Morty-enthusiast were still talking about the different kind of Mortys, about what was so great about collecting them and tips how to properly train them to turn them into complete killing machines. He had opened a new thread with the question where to find such One True Morty and finally, after many stupid and useless remarks, some Rick stopped being a complete dick for a moment to grace him with a reply that was actually helpful. Following the hint, he sought out and approached and alien that he had met before, but didn't know would hold something with such a huge value to him – Masy Kallerax. "Hey, I got a hint that I could get a special Morty from you?" Mysterious Rick cut straight to the point. "Oh, yeah. I do have a "special one", but I need you to do me a little favor first." The blue-skinned alien replied with a smirk. Mysterious Rick sighed and weighed his options if he should do him the favor or if he should just knock the other unconscious and torture the location of the One True Morty out of him. Well, he could at least hear him out at first, right? "Okay, what's it?" he asked, sounding annoyed and impatient as if to tell the other that this better be something small, quick and uncomplicated. "Well, Rick. I wanted to bake some brownies. Not any normal kind of brownies though. You see I-" Mysterious Rick groaned, already being able to see where this was going. "Just tell what me kind of drug you want and I get it." It took one annoying, long, hard and over the top adventure to get the drug that the guy had wanted. Mysterious Rick thought that he was probably getting too old for all that shit even though he liked some good action as much as the next Rick. 'This better be worth all the bullshit that I had to go through for that asshole!' he thought begrudgingly as he approached the blue skinned alien, his uniform dirty and hanging in tatters from his slim and slightly bleeding body and his hat and red cape were missing. He handed the other a bag with light green powder – the magical ingredient that Masy had wanted for his "special" brownies. "Okay, here you go." The alien said and handed him an egg in return. "What? What is this?" Mysterious Rick sputtered as he held up the pink and gold, oval shaped object. "I came here to get the "One True Morty" from you, not some menstrual product from a weird space chicken." Masy just continued to smirk, feeling like he was better because he knew something that the Rick in front of him didn't. "This is a Morty. And he will become the One True Morty, all right?" Mysterious Rick was surprised about that and now finally decided to take a closer look at the egg that he still held slightly awkwardly inside his hands. Indeed, through the see-through pink shell, he could see something that looked like a Morty. A very small, baby-like Morty with umbilical cord and all that. As Mysterious Rick continued to look at the little thing, he could feel something in his chest start to warm up. It was so cute! Not realizing it himself, he started to grin broadly and made internally a vow to take good care of this little one. He would care for him and protect him and treat him better than he had ever treated any version of his grandson. Mysterious Rick seemed to have fallen instantly in love with this Egg Morty. Apparently that was also the reason why he didn't even hear what the alien was shouting at him as he wandered off, still looking at the small wonder of life in his hands. He cradled it gently in his arms and cooed at the little thing, as he softly dandled it. "You need to put him through hundreds of rounds of grueling combat to have him evolve into the One True Morty!" Mysterious Rick had all but forgotten about the One True Morty and never let his precious Egg Morty fight even in one single battle.

Bonus:

(Imagine this as being Mysterious Rick's view as he holds the Egg Morty.)

AN: Just for today's prompt I made this little mini comic as an extra. This is kind of Mysterious Rick's view at the end of this story. Sorry, that it doesn't look so great since it was rushed. Also, I have this headcanon that a Baby Morty is a Rick's greatest weakness ^_^

Prompts

Chapter 1: Doofus Rick / Rick J-19ζ7

Chapter 2: Surgeon Rick

Chapter 3: Simple Rick + Weird Rick

Chapter 4: Lab Rick (+ Surgeon Rick)

Chapter 5: Deepthroat Rick / Investigator Rick

Chapter 6: Storage Rick

Chapter 7: Flesh Curtains Rick / Younger Rick

Chapter 8: Seven Sins Ricks

Chapter 9: Tiny Rick

Chapter 11: Slow Rick / Tall Morty (+ Surgeon Rick + Lab Rick)

Chapter 12: Miami Rick

Chapter 13: Golfer Rick

Chapter 14: Gouverness Ava Rickinsocks

Chapter 15: Evil Rick

Chapter 16: Chair Rick

Chapter 17: (Rookie) Cop Rick

Chapter 18: Super Fan Rick

Chapter 19: Guard Ricks

Chapter 20: Guilty Rick

Chapter 21: Lizard Rick + Aqua Rick

Chapter 22: Novelist Rick

Chapter 23: Morty Games Rick

Chapter 24: Zero Rick

Chapter 25: Teacher Rick

Chapter 26: Bubble Gum Rick

Chapter 27: Robot Rick

Chapter 28: Jar Head Rick

Chapter 29: Toxic Rick

Chapter 30: Council of Ricks

Chapter 31: Rick C-137