I sat on my bed with my legs folded, chewing on my lip, trying to think of something to write. Something that didn’t have anything to do with Morty. I sighed and came up with nothing. This needed to stop. How could I love my best friend? It didn’t feel right… Especially considering that he definitely didn’t feel the same way. That I knew for sure. I just let it all go and decided to type my thoughts and feelings yet again into my blog.

“Morty and I hung out today. I helped him get some homework done after school. God, I wish he liked me. Every time I’m near him, my heart starts racing and I can barely think straight. It’s a different feeling than anything I’ve ever experienced before. He makes me feel like I’m about to throw up, but in a good way. The butterflies in my stomach go crazy if I’m around him. When we spend time together, even if it is doing something like homework, the thought crosses my mind every time. Why don’t I just kiss him? Because…he likes someone else. And I’m his best friend, anyways. It’s not like anything can go any further at this rate… I want to feel his lips against mine and his hands on my hips and I want to hold him in my arms… I wish it could really happen.”

I cracked my knuckles and stopped it at that, shutting my computer off and laying back in my bed. I closed my eyes and thought about how different life would be if Morty really did like me back…

I awoke to a cloth shoved in my mouth and a sack thrown over my head. I tried to scream, but only gagged on the cloth. I flailed my limbs blindly to no avail. Someone was tying ropes on my wrists and then on my legs. I was thrown over the kidnapper’s shoulder as they jumped silently out the window. I heard something that sounded vaguely like a ship, and I started to feel a little better, thinking that it might just be Rick. I was thrown roughly onto the floor of a vehicle. My hope slowly faded the longer I was tied up in silence. My stomach twisted into knots as the vehicle revved up and then was driven at a high speed. I felt something poke my arm, and then I blacked out.

The sack was yanked off my head rather roughly and the cloth was taken out of my mouth. The light was so bright compared to the darkness of the sack I had been in. I looked around me very quickly. I was on a cold metal table with my arms and legs still tied together. I tried to scream but my throat was so raw that no sound came out.

“No one can hear you.”

Someone said from behind me. I could tell it was a male. He started to walk around me to stand in front of me. I closed my eyes and turned my face away, hoping he wouldn’t kill me.

“Hello, (Y/N).”

His voice kind of sounded like a familiar boy’s voice… Maybe like Morty’s, but deeper. I slowly opened my eyes. The boy looked almost exactly like Morty, except for a few scars and an eyepatch. I started to get slightly calmer at the sight of a familiar looking person.

“Wh-who are you?”

I squeaked out.

“Speak up.”

“I said, who are you?”

I said much louder. A smirk appeared on the boy’s face.

“I’m Morty, but not the Morty you’re used to.”

He said rather vaguely. I pondered this for a moment and then remembered the story Rick had told me once.

“Evil Morty…?”

“You got it, sweetie.”

“Why am I here?”

I asked and tried to wriggle free from the ropes.

“I’ll remove those in a moment. But first, let me explain. I recently found the blog of some human girl who’s in love with Morty. That’s you, correct?”

I blushed a bit and nodded.

“Well, let me tell you something. Your Morty doesn’t like you back. Not at all. He views you as just a friend. He has a crush on someone else…”

“I know… Jessica.”

I spat her name out. She was the bitch of the whole entire school. I couldn’t believe Morty was attracted to her.

“How’s that make you feel?”

He taunted. I tried not to let tears spill over on my cheeks.

“Awful. Fucking awful.”

I admitted. He stepped up to me and I turned away as his hand reached out to me.

“Don’t cry, beautiful. There’s no reason to cry.”

He said and started to gently wipe tears away from my face. I struggled to regain my cool.

“A-and why not?”

I asked. He left for a moment and returned with a knife. I gasped and tried to back away from him.

“Hold still, I’m taking the ropes off.”

I felt a little wary but let him get near me anyways. He did as he said and cut the ropes away from my body. I shivered at the new freeness and twisted my wrists and legs to get them flexible again.

“What if I could help you feel better?”

“You couldn’t… I feel absolutely awful every day I have to see Morty looking at that bitch…”

“What if I told you I loved you?”

My heart stopped for a moment, because it was still a Morty saying those words to me. Evil or not, I took it.

“You love me?”

“And I know you love me as well, princess.”

He smirked and cupped my face in his hands. I blushed and stared into his eyes.

“Is this some kind of weird joke…?”

I asked, still surprised that this Morty was in love with me.

“Nope. I love you, (Y/N). I want you to be mine forever, baby~”

I blushed harder as he leaned in and kissed me roughly. I gasped into the kiss but quickly shut my mouth before he could go any further. I shut my eyes as he continued to kiss me. He lowered his hands from my face and rested them on my lower back, holding me close to him. My lungs were on fire and I was dying for air, so I tilted my head away to break the kiss and panted for air. He made me look back at him.

“So, what do you say?”

“I can’t just leave my life down there yet…”

“Let me guess… You want to be 18 before you fully commit to being here, with me?”

“Yeah…”

“This can still work. I’ll come and get you every night, and let you be every day.”

“Really?”

I was still in shock that things had escalated so quickly.

“Yes, princess.”

“O-okay… Morty.”

“That’s my girlie~. Now, let’s get you back to your house. It’s almost 7:30 in the morning.”

I gasped when he said that. I knew I would be late to school. But the weird thing was… I didn’t really care that much. He turned away to man the ship again and take me back home.

“Hey, Morty?”

I called after him. He turned his head to face me.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I love you…”

“I love you too, baby~”

After about 15 minutes, he got me to my house, and I quickly got ready for school as best as I could. I waved goodbye to him and watched him take off to do whatever evil shit Evil Morty did. When I got to school, the regular Morty looked at me like I did something really wrong.

“Morty, what’s up?”

I asked, feeling more confident in front of him than I had in ages. I didn’t care what I did to embarrass myself in front of him anymore. I had Evil Morty, and that’s all that mattered.

“Wh-why were you late? Where w-were you?”

“Oh, um, I was just sleeping in.”

“I knocked on your d-door and tried to get you to w-walk to school with me but your mom d-d-didn’t know where you were!”

“I was under the bed sleeping, duh.”

“How’d y-you get under there…?”

“I must’ve passed out while looking for something.”

The conversation went on like that for a while, Morty trying to see if I was telling the truth, and me feeding him those lies because I could never tell him what really happened.

Evil Morty continued to pick me up every night until I was 18. We would hang out and would occasionally kiss, but other than that, we talked about stuff. When the time finally came, when I was 18, I fully joined him in doing his adventures. I quickly became just as evil as he was. We married 5 years later, and I became pregnant with twins, a little boy who we named (son’s name) Smith, and a little girl who we named (daughter’s name) Smith. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere, and I did. In my new family. I finally got what I had wanted all that time.