#askshadowmorty

The void of a Morty stumbled and scrambled backwards a little. Confrontation. Fuck. Yes, he’d been stalking the other for a little while now, but he hadn’t planned on actually talking to the man. He slapped himself internally at being so stupid— suddenly regretting his choice of entertainment a little.

“O- oh..” Blank doe eyes stared up at Flirt, suddenly feeling intimidated, “I’m- uh- mmmooorty?” A graceful introduction. He didn’t even go by his first name, but it worked for now. “Uhh- sor- sorry… I wasn’t- I wasn’t gonna do anything..” It wasn’t an exact answer, and the entity completely avoided the other question all together in favor of awkwardly and timidly looking up at the taller man. “…you are?” It felt he at least owed the man a friendly gesture, asking his name with a slight head tilt.

A Morty. How interesting. Flirt smiled, letting the other off a hook, at least a bit. He didn’t feel as threatened anymore knowing it was a Morty, even if he was odd.

Continued from here; Hurt Void

@askshadowmorty

It was late. Very late. Mordecai had long since fallen asleep— holding his laptop on the couch while he tried to finish some last minute documents and utterly failing to do so. The sound of knocking came as an annoyance— and at first he turns himself away from the sound, pressing his face into the back of the couch with a light groan. The voice however— that snapped him out of his daze. Shadow?

Quicklyjolting up from his sleeping position, the boy flicked on the lap with one swift motion before bolting for the door. For some reason— he felt as if something might be wrong. As he opened the door— he couldn’t have been MORE right.

It took him a moment to register the sight before him— Shadow’s body was riddled with scars leaking a strange white fluid— not to mention the void of a Morty was shaking something awful. “Shadow!? What the hell happened!?” Reaching out, he pulled the entity into his arms as gently as possible. Lifting him off the ground he immediately brought him to the couch— setting him down as carefully as he could. The strange white liquid now soaked his carpet and couch but he didn’t care.

“Stay here—” In a rare panic, Mordecai practically flew through his apartment— grabbing whatever he thought would help. Bandages, towels- that bleeding had to STOP. When he finally came back to Shadow, he draped a blanket over the shivering void before sitting down and instantly wiping what he could only assume to be blood away from the boy. 

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Morty SM011 yelped as he was picked up and dropped into the others hand, “C-could you p-please st-st-st-stop??’ He asked, panting, his little heart racing, granted he used to be a normal sized Morty, he couldn’t take being toyed with like this for long.

Morty D96 had been getting some really odd vibes from the backyard of the little shack that he had build for himself to live in after the incident. He figured it was time to investigate what’s been giving him these odd chills. He looked through his bag of things he found along his travels, and found his specter spectacles that he got a long time ago when Rick was still around. He put them on and turned them on, he adjusted the microphone so any ghosts that were there should here him and vise versa, there was some beeping from his ghost goggles. He continued his way outside until he saw a shadowy figure.

Morty D96 was stunned a bit at the shape, was that another Morty? Was that the Morty of this dimension?

It was a nice sunny morning all was well. Morty D96 felt rested and relaxed, and oddly cold. He sleepily made his way to the bathroom, taking off his headgear as he did every morning, after his eyes adjusted he realized in the mirror that his reflection showed a dark shadowy figure with glowing white scars. “Nice try Shadow... really funny... you can get out of the mirror now.“ He replied, blinking a bit only just realizing after looking down at himself that Shadow wasn’t in the mirror but he was that shadow.

The Rick in yellow had his hair tied back in a ponytail. He was busy cataloging the medicine that had been used to treat the various ill Ricks and Mortys of the citadel. 

Rick TA-11 was double checking the list on his clipboard versus the actual supplies they had there.

There was 5 inch tall Nurse Morty in blue perched on his shoulder, “How m-m-much longer t-till we c-can go home, Daddy Long Legs?” He huffed on his small walkie talkie.Rick TA-11 looked over at him, “Just a few more minutes, Morty.”

“…“ Morty SM-011 gave a small cough.

Rick TA-11 let out a sigh, “Just a few more minutes… Mini Muffin.” He shook his head, “I don’t understand why you chose these nicknames ya know… we don’t even need to use them… hell neither do the citadel guards.”

“I know but it makes me feel cool.“ 

“… being called a snack food makes you feel cool?“ Rick TA-11 raised half of his unibrow.

“No… Having codenames ma-ma-makes me ffffeel c-cool.. I just picked it  ‘c-c-c-cause it fits wi-with how I I I I help with some Ricks and Mortys in-depth exams… pl-pl-plus alliteration is is is fun.“

“Alright, that makes a bit more sense now… I’ll give ya that.“ Rick TA-11 replied with a chuckle.

Morty SM-011 saw the shadowy figure staring at them, and tugged on his hair a bit.

“Yes, Morty what?“ Rick TA-11 asked as he wrote down more 

“There’s a sh-sh-sh-shadowy figure just watching us.“  Morty SM-011 whispered.