A Genius Morty

The journey to the Infinite Coil's headquarters was unlike any other Morty had taken before. The entrance to their realm wasn't simply hidden—it was locked away in a pocket dimension so secret and so heavily guarded that even the Conclave of Aeons had been unable to fully penetrate it. Morty had spent days studying the energy signatures and security measures that surrounded the entrance, trying to figure out how to bypass them without alerting the Coil to his presence.

He had encountered the Coil once before—briefly, during a particularly harrowing adventure with Rick, when they had accidentally stumbled across one of the Coil's outposts. The encounter had been brief but intense. Morty had felt the crushing weight of their power, the way they bent reality around them as if it were nothing more than a toy. Even Rick had been wary of them, and that was saying something.

As Morty stepped through the portal, his body tingled with the sensation of the pocket dimension warping around him. The air was dense and oppressive, filled with a strange energy that buzzed beneath the surface like an unseen force pressing against his skin. The landscape was unlike anything he'd ever seen—an endless expanse of jagged rocks and shifting, twisted structures that seemed to flicker in and out of existence as if the dimension itself couldn't decide on its form.

Morty stood on the edge of a desolate cliff, his eyes scanning the horizon. In the distance, the Infinite Coil's headquarters loomed, a towering, monolithic structure that seemed to stretch beyond the limits of the sky. Its angular, otherworldly architecture warped and twisted as though it were alive, pulsating with an energy that made Morty's skin crawl.

The Infinite Coil was known for one thing above all else: control. They didn't just control their own dimension—they controlled the flow of reality itself, bending time, space, and existence to their will. Morty had heard the whispers, the rumors that circulated among the darker corners of the multiverse. The Coil was feared for a reason, and now, here he was, tasked with infiltrating their most heavily guarded facility and stealing one of their most valuable secrets.

He activated the cloaking device Evil Morty had provided—a sleek, palm-sized gadget that would mask his presence from the Coil's sensors, hiding his energy signature from their reality-bending technology. As the device hummed to life, Morty felt a faint ripple pass over him, like a veil being draped over his body.

He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves. He had to move carefully, one misstep and the Coil would know he was there. And if they caught him… Morty didn't want to think about what would happen if they caught him.

As he moved closer to the headquarters, Morty felt the pressure of reality pressing down on him, warping and bending in ways that defied logic. The Infinite Coil didn't just manipulate space; they played with the very fabric of existence, twisting it to suit their needs. Morty had read about their capabilities, heard stories during his encounters with the Conclave of Aeons—whispers about how the Coil had torn apart entire universes just to test the limits of their technology.

This was no ordinary mission. Morty was about to infiltrate the most dangerous organization in the multiverse, one that had the power to erase him from every timeline in existence if he made a mistake.

He crouched low as he approached the outer perimeter of the Coil's base, a series of shifting force fields and reality distortions that guarded the entrance. Morty had spent days studying their energy patterns, and he'd finally managed to isolate a small window where he could slip through without setting off alarms. It wasn't perfect—nothing ever was—but it would have to do.

The force field shimmered in front of him, a translucent barrier that rippled and pulsed like a living organism. Morty's heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, carefully syncing his cloaking device with the energy signature of the field. For a moment, nothing happened, and Morty's breath caught in his throat. Had he miscalculated? Was this the end?

But then, with a faint hum, the force field shimmered and flickered, allowing Morty to pass through without resistance. He exhaled, his body trembling with adrenaline. The hard part was just beginning.

Inside the perimeter, the Coil's base was even more daunting. The structure loomed overhead, a massive, twisted tower that seemed to defy the laws of physics. Its dark, angular architecture jutted into the sky at impossible angles, constantly shifting and warping as though it were alive. The building was a reflection of the Coil's power—imposing, unpredictable, and impossible to fully comprehend.

Morty moved quickly but cautiously, slipping through the shadows as he navigated the labyrinth of corridors. The inside of the base was a stark contrast to the shifting exterior—cold, sterile, and eerily quiet. The walls were lined with strange, glowing panels that pulsed with green energy, casting long shadows as Morty moved past them. He could feel the hum of the multiversal energy in the air, thick and oppressive, pressing down on him with every step.

The deeper he went, the more oppressive the atmosphere became. It was as if the very building was watching him, waiting for him to slip up. Morty's hands tightened around the cloaking device, the small gadget now his only lifeline. If it failed, or if the Coil detected any irregularities in the flow of energy, he'd be caught—and there would be no escaping them.

The Infinite Coil was different from the Conclave of Aeons, and Morty could feel it in the way the building seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy. The Conclave had been rigid, controlled, obsessed with maintaining the delicate balance of time and space across the multiverse. But the Coil? They reveled in chaos, bending reality to their will without regard for the consequences. Morty had narrowly escaped the Conclave's bureaucratic grip, but the Coil was a different kind of threat—a more dangerous one.

As he rounded a corner, Morty spotted a pair of Coil guards standing near a large, heavily secured door. Their armor was sleek, almost alien, with visors that obscured their faces, and their bodies seemed to shimmer with an energy that Morty couldn't quite place. These weren't ordinary guards—they had been enhanced by the very technology they were meant to protect.

Morty slowed his breathing, carefully analyzing the situation. He couldn't go through the door with them standing there, and there was no way to take them out without drawing attention. He'd have to get creative. His eyes darted to the panel on the wall next to the door, a glowing console that controlled the room's access.

Morty reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device—a miniature EMP pulse generator he'd developed for situations just like this. It wouldn't be strong enough to disable the guards or the door, but it could create a brief window of static interference in the security systems, just enough to slip past unnoticed.

With a quick flick of his wrist, Morty activated the device and tossed it toward the console. The EMP pulsed through the room, the lights flickering briefly as the security systems scrambled to reboot. The guards hesitated for a moment, confused by the sudden glitch, but Morty was already moving. He slipped past them, his cloaking device masking his presence as he slid through the door just before it sealed shut again.

Inside the chamber, Morty found what he had been searching for.

The room was massive, its walls lined with strange machinery that hummed with an otherworldly energy. But at the center of the room, suspended in midair by a series of glowing cables and energy fields, was the object of his mission: a crystalline structure that pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light.

Morty approached the crystal, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the power radiating off of it, like a beacon calling out to the multiverse. This wasn't just a piece of advanced technology—it was something more. Something ancient. Something alive.

He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with questions. What was this thing, really? And why did Evil Morty want it so badly?

But before he could dwell on it any further, Morty reached into his coat and pulled out the containment unit he had brought with him. It was a small, sleek device designed to house volatile energy signatures, masking their presence and keeping them stable until they could be delivered.

Morty carefully placed the unit around the crystal, his hands trembling slightly as the energy field pulsed in response. For a moment, he thought the crystal might resist, but then it slid into the containment unit with a soft hum, its glow dimming as the containment field enveloped it.

Morty exhaled, his body sagging with relief. He had done it.

But as he turned to leave, a strange feeling washed over him. The air in the room shifted, growing heavy and oppressive. The energy in the room—the very fabric of reality itself—seemed to warp around him, like the walls were closing in. Morty's stomach twisted with unease.

He had what Evil Morty wanted, but something about this crystal… something about the energy it radiated… felt wrong.

Morty shook off the feeling. He couldn't afford to hesitate now. He had made a deal, and now he had to deliver. He tightened his grip on the containment unit and made his way back toward the exit.

The return trip to his lab was fraught with tension. Morty had escaped the Infinite Coil undetected, slipping back into the multiverse with the crystal in tow. But the weight of what he had stolen pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the danger he had put himself in.

When he finally arrived back in his lab, Morty set the containment unit on his workbench and stared at it, the soft hum of the crystal's energy filling the room. The feeling of unease hadn't gone away. If anything, it had gotten worse.

This wasn't just a favor. This was something far more dangerous than he had realized.

As Morty stood there, contemplating his next move, the familiar crackle of a portal opening behind him filled the room. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Evil Morty stepped through the portal, his cold, calculating eyes locking onto the containment unit with a glint of satisfaction. "You've been busy, I see," he said, his voice calm but edged with anticipation. "And you got what I wanted."

Morty didn't respond at first, his eyes still fixed on the crystal. Finally, he turned to face Evil Morty, his expression hardening. "What is this thing? Why does it feel… wrong?"

Evil Morty's smirk deepened, and he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving the containment unit. "It's exactly what I told you it was, Morty. A key. A key to places in the multiverse that even the Infinite Coil hasn't been able to reach. Places where the rules of existence don't apply."

Morty's chest tightened. He had known this job was dangerous, but this was beyond anything he had expected.

"And what are you going to do with it?" Morty asked, his voice low.

Evil Morty's smile widened. "Open doors, Morty. Doors that were never meant to be opened."

Morty's mind raced with fear and frustration, but he knew he was in too deep now. He had delivered the key, and there was no going back.

With a final nod, Evil Morty took the containment unit and disappeared through the portal, leaving Morty alone in his lab with the unsettling realization of what he had just unleashed.

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