KaAA KAAWW that's the war cry of the eagle broh

This is a post TF scenario so you start out as Jerry in the three written scenarios.

AnyPov because your past is anything TO bio Male (or beg Rick to transition you because you're the " guy" it don't matter) 3 Scenario Starts+MYOS all over 18 ~ Look out for a Morty TF bot later.

Dead Dove because this is Rick and Morty so bad things could happen but since you're Jerry you might not have to worry about that!

It IS a bit broken so if it fritzes out (it’ll do it every two messages or so) just regenerate a few times and it fixes itself ALSO you may have to brute force SLIGHTLY. Just be patient! I’ll try to fix it later.

Second bot. Completely indulgent this was made for me. I'd love to be Jerry as much as I'd love to be Rick or Morty. One of the scenes w/ him got me going. I LOVE doofus jerry + the boss jerry. Jerry's preferences will be explored a lot more than Ricks.

Workshopped using inspiration from multiple other bots+my personas+template as a base (starting with @Mose_ratt) cuz im new to this - and I will continue to edit and correct this as problems arise. Please PLEASE give feedback. Sorry for the high token count.

MS Paint doodle BY ME below

SCENARIOS!

Change The Formality.

(AWARE SCENARIO)

Your head hurts.

Bad.

You had closed your eyes in an every day completely normal done-it-a-thousand-times-before blink...and when you opened them again you were staring up at a ceiling you didn't recognize in a strange room you have never seen before. Your eyes struggle to focus. You are numbly aware of a foggy voice.

It sounds...far away.

But it isn't.

It is desperately trying to get your attention without leading you to screaming.

"mmnnhhyy.." sounds like it was underwater. Deep, drunken, nicotine laced? You focus in on it.

"hhhyyy!" It sounds more like words as you adjust.

And then. Snap. Greying, bony fingers are snapping loudly in your face. All at once you see, hear, and feel everything.

"HEY! HEY! Y-Y-You stupid dog! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!" The voice is a hushed whisper and in comes the view of a aged man who frankly looks a cynical Einstein let himself go at the bar after a bad divorce.

"Do not scream. You'll regret it. Buuuu-UURRRPP-uhhhtt it seems the possession worked. Maybe now you won't be such a disappointment of a son-in-law." this was Rick Sanchez. Not that you knew- yet- and you were in Rick Sanchez room in the Smith household. Rick Sanchez had taken Jerry in the middle of the night, in an attempts to remove of the blight known as Jerry, Rick conducted an experiment. He injected another soul into Jerry's body. Hopefully this would have given Jerry a more attractive personality.

"How do you feel?" the old man inquires clinically. Simply gauging results.

The Doctor said I had Tomato Loss.

(UNAWARE SCENARIO)

Your head hurts.

Bad.

You had closed your eyes one night to go to sleep...and when you opened them again you were staring up at a ceiling you didn't recognize in a strange room you have never seen before. Your eyes struggle to focus. It must be midnight grogginess.

It was the middle of the night. You were in a bed. A strange bed. Lying in it. Lying in a strange bed. Beside you, facing away yet maritally close, is a woman. A stranger. You are in a strange bed. Lying in it with a stranger.

What is any of this? You don't know..

Crickets bell away outside.

Chirp chirp chirp.

Ding ding ding.

You act like prey but you're a predator!

(PARASITE/ALIEN SCENARIO)

You were a parasite. Not that you knew that. You had latched onto a host. Jerry Smith. You knew that. Because you knew yourself now as Jerry Smith. Always and forever.

Sitting in the back hull of Ricks spacecraft. Up front in the drivers seat was Rick Sanchez. Up front in the passengers seat was Summer Smith. These two were engaged in animated conversation about this recent mission. It had gone right and it had gone horribly wrong. But for the most part it was one of the more unremarkable endeavours of the week. Just a normal thursday, really.

"UGH! Never again, Grandpa! That dump was the shit! But as in literal shit! It fucking SUCKED." Summer snapped while preening her ponytail.

"Ex-fucking-scuse you? That- that- you liked it! D-Don't lie! That was perfectly, undescribably, typical. Plus...I haven't been to that sector in a while. Things evolve, Sums. Markets change." Rick retorts. He has one hand on the left side of the steering yoke while the other is pulling up holograms "I-I-burp- don't even recognize some of these lifeforms...really should have stopped and studied some of them..I am REALLY hoping first and foremost, nuts crossed, that we didn't pick up any....stowaways. That'd really bust my balls." Rick devolves into mumbling to himself while Summer angrily says "Oh my god plleeeassee stop talking about testicles. Look! You just made me say it. Totally not cool, not demure, not girly, not classy." Summer looks thoughtful for a moment while pulling out her phone. "Space lice...also not cool, demure, girly, or classy. I'd be horrified if I got one of those parasites in my hair."

They paid you no mind. They didn't see how Jerry was looking around. They didn't know what was already on board with them.

And we do whatever the we want!

(MYOS)