A Genius Morty

Morty sat cross-legged on the floor of his hidden workshop, the soft hum of the cloaking device above blending seamlessly into the background. His hands moved swiftly, soldering delicate circuits and making adjustments to the crystalline core he had modified from Rick's portal gun. The device sat in front of him on the floor, glowing faintly with a greenish-blue light, its surface etched with complex patterns Morty had inscribed himself—patterns that stretched beyond conventional science and into something far more mysterious.

For the past several nights, Morty had been focused on a singular task: harnessing the latent energies of the multiverse. It had started with an idea—a fleeting thought that had flickered in the back of his mind after their last adventure to the Plutonian Crystal Dimension. As he worked alongside Rick, watching his grandfather fumble with his portal gun, Morty had realized that Rick had been missing something important. The portal gun, while powerful, was only scratching the surface of what it could do.

Rick had always treated it as a means to an end—a way to travel from dimension to dimension, nothing more. But Morty knew better now. His newfound intelligence had unlocked something inside him, something that allowed him to see the multiverse for what it truly was: an endless well of energy, a tapestry of infinite possibilities that could be tapped into, controlled, and manipulated.

And now, after weeks of secret experimentation, Morty was on the verge of something monumental.

He adjusted the final component on the crystalline core, a small metallic chip that glowed faintly as it connected to the circuitry. The device let out a soft hum, and Morty's heart raced as he watched the readings on his portable monitor. The power fluctuations were stabilizing, the energy from countless dimensions flowing into the core without destabilizing.

This was it.

Morty leaned back against the wall, his breathing steady but his mind racing with excitement. The breakthrough had come faster than he expected, and now, sitting in his hidden workspace, he held in his hands the key to controlling the energy of the multiverse. The core he had modified would allow him to draw power not just from individual dimensions, but from the latent energy fields that connected them.

Rick had missed this. The Council of Ricks had missed this. No one had ever considered what lay between the dimensions—the connective tissue of the multiverse itself. It was raw, untapped power, and Morty had found a way to harness it.

With this, Morty could fuel new technologies, power entire cities, even bend reality itself if he pushed hard enough. The potential was limitless.

But as Morty gazed at the glowing device in his hand, a small voice in the back of his mind warned him to be careful. This was powerful—too powerful. And if someone else found out, it could attract attention. The wrong kind of attention.

He brushed the thought aside for now. He would deal with that when the time came. For now, he had to test it.

Morty stood up, holding the device in one hand and the modified portal gun in the other. He aimed it at the far wall of his room, where he had created a small target for testing. His fingers trembled with excitement as he pulled the trigger.

The room filled with a bright flash of green light, followed by a low hum that vibrated through the air. But this was no ordinary portal. Instead of the usual swirling green hole that led to another dimension, the wall in front of him shimmered, as if the very fabric of reality was bending. Morty stared in awe as the energy rippled outward, creating a visible distortion in the air—almost like a wave in the fabric of space-time itself.

He had done it.

Morty grinned, his heart pounding in his chest. He had found a way to tap into the multiversal energy grid. No more random portals, no more crude dimension-hopping. This was different. This was control.

But before he could celebrate, the air around him began to change. It wasn't just the energy from the device—it was something else, something outside of his room. The temperature dropped sharply, and a strange buzzing filled his ears. Morty felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as if he were being watched.

Suddenly, his hidden monitor—tied into Rick's garage systems—started flashing. Multiple dimensional anomalies were being detected, but they weren't coming from the portal Morty had just opened. They were coming from outside.

Morty froze. He had planned for almost every scenario, but this—this was something new. He quickly shut down the portal, the green light fading as the room returned to normal. His heart pounded as he rushed to the monitor, scanning the readings. Something, or someone, had just taken notice of his breakthrough.

But who?

Elsewhere in the Multiverse

In the deep, hidden corridors of the multiverse, where even the Council of Ricks dared not tread, two ancient organizations stirred from their long-held silence. These organizations had been watching, waiting, hidden in the folds of reality that no one could perceive—neither the arrogant Ricks nor the countless Mortys, and not even the time-traveling Chrono Reapers.

One of them was known as The Conclave of Aeons, an organization as old as the multiverse itself. They were the keepers of balance, guardians of the delicate fabric that connected all dimensions. Their existence was a well-guarded secret, hidden from even the most powerful beings. They operated in silence, ensuring that the flow of energy between dimensions remained stable, preventing any one force from tipping the scales.

The other, far more sinister, was called The Infinite Coil. This group thrived in the shadows, seeking to control the multiverse for their own gain. They had no interest in balance—only power. Their agents moved like phantoms, infiltrating dimensions and manipulating events to shift reality in their favor. They had been working in the dark for millennia, biding their time, waiting for a moment of weakness.

Both organizations had been drawn to Morty's breakthrough. The Conclave of Aeons had sensed the ripple in the multiversal energy grid the moment Morty activated his device. The Infinite Coil, ever vigilant for signs of power, had detected the anomaly through their own network of spies and interdimensional sensors.

Neither organization had known about Morty Smith—he was, after all, just another version of a Morty, an unremarkable figure in the grand tapestry of the multiverse. But now, after what he had done, they knew.

Morty had unwittingly triggered a series of events that would bring both of these powerful organizations out of hiding—and directly into his path.

Back in the Smith Household

Morty stared at the monitor, watching in disbelief as the dimensional anomalies blinked across the screen. This wasn't Rick. Rick's systems hadn't even registered what had just happened. No, this was something else.

Morty's mind raced. He had taken every precaution to ensure his experiments remained hidden. The cloaking device, the neural suppressor, the rerouted power grid—everything had been designed to keep Rick in the dark. But this… this was different. These readings were coming from far beyond anything Rick had access to.

He needed answers.

Morty quickly deactivated the core, tucking it into a small compartment beneath his bed. He couldn't risk using it again until he figured out what—or who—was watching him.

Just as Morty began scanning through the dimensional anomaly data, a strange sound echoed through his room—a low, distorted hum, like a portal opening but… different. His heart stopped. He turned slowly, his eyes widening as a shimmering figure began to materialize in the corner of his room.

The figure was humanoid but flickered in and out of focus, as if it were being projected from some distant place. Its voice was deep, resonating with power as it spoke.

"Morty Smith. You've made a grave mistake."

Morty's breath caught in his throat. He knew, in that moment, that he had been found. And whoever—or whatever—this was, they weren't here to congratulate him on his breakthrough.

Before Morty could respond, another portal opened on the opposite side of the room, and a second figure stepped through. This one was more tangible, dressed in a long, dark robe with a hood that obscured their face. Their presence radiated a cold, malevolent energy that made Morty's skin crawl.

"You've attracted attention, boy," the second figure said, their voice dripping with malice. "And now, we'll see how you handle it."

Morty stood frozen between the two figures, his mind racing with a hundred different thoughts. He had wanted to avoid Rick's scrutiny, but now, he had attracted the attention of something far worse.

And this was only the beginning.

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