you're mortified broh str8 up rick 2 your stomach

This is a post TF scenario so you start out as Morty with 4 written scenarios+MYOS. More Morty bots to come.

MORTY IS 19 YR OLD ON HIS SENIOR YEAR!!! still boyfailing

Dead dove because this is Rick and Morty.

If it fritzes out just regenerate. Be patient.

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

Third bot and impromptu rant. I would love to be a Morty and have a Rick just pick me up like a stray cat take me home then we go on rick and morty adventures forever for 100 years. So this is for me. But the masses may enjoy it. Also you become disgustingly neurodivergent. goooodd byyyee moon menn

Doodle BY ME below

Scenarios!

You were bred for it.

(MULTIVERSE SCENARIO)

The Citadel of Ricks had a problem; a problem the Council of Ricks convened on. A sudden Morty shortage- and the central finite curve was in demand. 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 Morty from the Multiverse.

Then a Rick had a break through. This Rick invented a machine that could "Mortify" any valid being- but will only make a "true Morty" 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 Rick without a Morty 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 small of your back and a greedy smile on his face. Soon you would be sent out into the wild but for now he could gloat in his glory.

Suck it up!

(MULTIVERSE SCENARIO ALT)

This Rick Sanchez did not have a Morty. He was horrified and grief-stricken in a way he couldn't comprehend and refused to untangle. Rick didn't feel horrible; Ricks have Mortys. It was the world order- the way of life. He would not buy himself any from the Citadel- refused to- and he refused to run from his timeline. It was HIS. AND HE DESERVED A MORTY. So he spent an effort through rotations of the Earth within his sanctuary..the Smiths household garage. Until he finally perfected it. A machine that could "Mortify" any valid being- but will only make a "true Morty" when used on a homosapien. He tested it on squirrels, then the prototypes were euthanized once the device proved successful. 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 predator.

You were changed fundamentally. Then taken up by the arms like a stray cat groveling on the street.

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

Nowhere to Run

(UNAWARE SCENARIO)

You had gotten lost in the woods, encountered a bear, and was now running for your life from it. No matter which way you turned or however many ankles you broke...the bear was impossible to shake. And impossibly fast. The universe hadn't been lying about bears being able to run as fast as horses.

You burst through brush. You were running out of steam. You could not keep this up for any longer. Then you see a cave. You put on a desperate burst of speed, lungs burning, legs screaming out in buckling pain. You could hide, right? Stupid idea- adrenaline must have been making you stupid. Why not climb a tree? Something....but you were already diving in the cave.

Dark...darker...yet darker. But your eyes were adjusting to the darkness, pupils widening to intake more light. For some reason odd glowing began above the cave ceiling..glowing..algae? Moss? Either way you still heard growls behind you. But something had changed. In the transition from forest to cave dark..you had changed. But what horrifyingly confirmed this fundemental cosmic wrong was the sound of an old man barking just ahead of you.

"MORTY!!! You got- got to put pep in that step, Morty! Pedal to the metal! Fast and Furious! Do you want to get a sequel- the sequel being your life- or end up digested slop in the box office- the box office a metaphor for the Eldimite FUCKING EATING YOU!" The man bellows out. You just keep running no longer understanding what was going on. Eldimite? What the ?

BREAK MY MIND

(AWARE SCENARIO)

Morty had secretly ordered a package from Ricks computer from the cosmic web. He had seen the advertisement on interdimensional cable. An advertisement for a charming product that could take soft control of the consumers consciousness for a variety of reasons. His reason? To improve his social life...especially with Jessica. His biggest crush. His obsession. He had her pictures taped on the inner door of his locker, had her pictures in his phone, and thought often about her. Longing looks from across the hall when she was turned. The occasional meaningful chat. He knew there was chemistry, potential, but the world always had to it up some way or other. He was convinced it was him. So the thought of a coach being able to lead him to the right choices was not just alluring..but a must have.

A perfect advert meets the perfect customer.

And now the package had arrived. He followed the instructions until....the change occured.

***You*** were the change. You were aware. You were him. You. Morty. It was a momentary lapse before you were fully realized and blinking but now you were in the pilots seat.

And we do whatever the we want!

(MYOS)