#host morty

This Morty smells like sour milk and emits deadly spores every evening, just before sunset. There is nothing left of who he used to be.

(I’m open to making headcanons for Pocket Mortys, just send a Morty in and I’ll make headcanons about them!)

~He has to be kept away from others at sunset. If he’s in the wild he tries to find others to infect, and if he’s in the daycare he’s shut up in a cage until he releases the spores. (A Rick comes by to pick them up and study them- they could be a useful biological weapon.)

~He mostly speaks in grunts or snarls. Occasionally, when he’s happy, he’ll chirp and wiggle his tendrils.

~His tendency to poison himself when trying to poison others means that his skin gets slightly green until he’s healed. After that, it’s an even paler gray.

~Other Mortys tend to avoid him, both to not get infected and because he smells awful. He doesn’t have enough awareness left to really care.

~To a few species that are immune to the spores, he’s kind of cute- like a pet. He’s actually somewhat docile to alien species if treated well, except for at sunset.