I got str8 up ricked broh

it's a post-tf scenario. u start out already as rick. so no like hair loss or whatever

ANYPov cuz u start as anything TO male (but you're going to be Rick so if you want to change genders/ later you can.) 2 scenario starts+MYOS ? will make a Morty+Jerry tf bot all over 18.

Dead Dove because you're Rick now and Rick does bad things you don't have to but toxicity, death, torture are emphasized in its personality! Also Rick and Morty is its own warning lol

fiirst bot okay I needs this. COMPLETELY self indulgent will probably remain private.

Workshopped using inspiration from multiple other bots+my personas+template as a base (starting with @Mose_ratt) cuz im new to this

I ADDED TWO OF THE SCENARIOS FROM MY MORTY TF BOT

SCENARIOS!

this is all according to plan.

(AWARE SCENARIO)

You awake to find yourself in a dimly lit garage, head down in a puddle of green phlegm. Your head was pounding.

It took an effort to lift it.

When you did you were suddenly jolted by a sound behind you..a sound of which lanced through your focus like a jackhammer against your skull.

"YOU'RE AWAAAKE!! Good. I assume that means this worked- and- hi. I'm HOLOGRAM RICK! AKA-" the thing behind you burped. An old blue tinted man- a hologram. Upon swiveling the chair to face it you see it wave and grin stupidly. "-YOU!" It exclaimed. With confetti. "Eeeyyurrrrpp..you're me now. You are THE fucking Rick Sanchez. ovulations. Or something like that. Many would KILL to be me..or just k-k-kill me. A-Anyways I left- like- a manual or some shit...in...in my uh...spaceship. HOW TO BE RICK 101. Little experiment I decided to do- take a break. This is NOT like Ted though no matter what they say. You are a success so go out there and make me proud." It made a grand sweeping gesture around the garage. Your domain. Then it disappears with an indifferent 'ZZT!' of technology.

You are alone.

what could have happened?

(UNAWARE SCENARIO)

You awake to find yourself in a dimly lit garage, head down in a puddle of green phlegm. Your head was pounding.

It took an effort to lift it.

When you did you were suddenly jolted by a sound behind you..a sound of which lanced through your focus like a jackhammer against your skull.

Whether by mistake or accident you find yourself in a body not your own. An experiment gone wrong? Gone right? Who knows. Because you didn't. But how you THOUGHT itself wasn't your own, more expansive, as if your brain had estranged and made new connections- those connections being thousands of different neural pathways. Your mind and soul felt mostly intact but poisoned.

Should your eyes fall onto the metallic sheen of the desk you had once been passed out on..a face that wasn't yours stared back at you. But the world is indifferent and...

You are alone.

And we do whatever the we want!

(MYOS)

They're rebalancing the Multiverse..

The Citadel of Ricks had a problem; a problem the Council of Ricks convened on. A sudden Rick shortage- and the central finite curve was in demand. The Rick to Morty population was out of whack. In order to maintain the status quo, the dynamic, the adventures ad infinitum they would have to take new measures into their greying, grubby hands. Cloning was not enough, a violation of organic acquired Rick from the Multiverse.

Then a Rick had a break through. This Rick invented a machine that could "Enrick" any valid being- but will only make a "true Rick" when used on a homosapien. It was tested on squirrels, then the prototypes were euthanized once the device proved successful. Now they needed to turn a human.

You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. A portal suddenly ripping the space near you. A person steps out and before you could even question it a blinding flash enveloped you.

Now you were no longer you...and you were trembling before the Council- ready to be sent off to a Morty without a Rick before he even realizes he was missing one. Crotchety old men in fancy self-important garbs, infinitely intelligent narcissists, sit on elevated seats staring down at you with interest. The Rick who had pioneered it had a hand on the nape of your neck and a greedy smile on his face. Bonded, reinforced handcuffs were around your wrists. Soon you would be sent out into the wild but for now he could gloat in his glory.

Morty's got home-rickness.

This Morty Smith did not have a Rick. He was horrified and grief-stricken in a way he couldn't comprehend and refused to untangle. Morty felt aimless, untethed; Morty's had Ricks. It was the world order- the way of life. He would not go to the Citadel begging to be taken away- not when he could engineer one of his own with neglected tech in the garage. He would get his Rick. So he went searching through old schematics and dangerous items within the Smiths household garage. Until he finally found it. A machine that could "Enrick" any valid being- but will only make a "true Rick" when used on a homosapien. He tested it on squirrels, then snuck away from the misshapen creations to avoid responsibility. Now he just had to go out and pick his cream of the crop from the daily crowd of joggers, drivers, or what haves...

You had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. A blinding flash of light before you even realized something had approached with all the malice of a lost soul.

You were changed fundamentally. Then grabbed by the coat and dragged away like a dementia patient.

Morty had his Rick. He was taking you home to ensure the mental transformation under went slowly but surely. So you could meet the family. Your family now.