A Genius Morty

One year had passed since Morty's confrontation with Vaxon and Evil Morty. The singularity had collapsed behind him, but the battle had left its mark, not just on his body but on his mind. The raw, chaotic energy of that place had forced Morty to see his limits—and how close he had come to losing everything. But in the aftermath of that fight, something had changed inside him. He had discovered the potential to tap into the multiverse itself, to wield power on a scale that few could imagine. The only problem was that Morty hadn't been ready to control it.

But he had time now. One year of training, pushing himself to his limits, breaking through the barriers of fear and uncertainty that had held him back. He had honed his abilities, refined them until they were no longer a chaotic storm raging inside him, but a tool he could wield with precision and purpose.

Morty stood alone on a remote, desolate planet, far from the rebellion's base and any sign of civilization. The sky above was a deep, swirling violet, and the ground was cracked and barren, littered with jagged rocks and scorched earth. This was where he had trained, day after day, pushing himself beyond what he had once thought possible. The air here crackled with the remnants of the energy Morty had channeled, and the ground bore the scars of his power—massive craters and fractured boulders, remnants of the exercises that had forged him into something new.

His hands were steady now, no longer trembling with the fear of losing control. Morty had learned to tap into the energy of the multiverse without it tearing him apart, using it not just as a blunt force but as a refined, sharp edge. He could feel the power flowing through him, but instead of overwhelming him, it was now part of him—something he could summon at will, something that obeyed his command.

Closing his eyes, Morty took a deep breath, letting the familiar hum of power settle into his bones. The scar on his chest no longer burned as it once had. In the year since that battle, he had managed to heal not just the physical wound, but the tear in his soul that had nearly consumed him. The rift had been closed for good, and in its place, Morty had found a deeper connection to the multiverse, one that allowed him to draw power from the very fabric of reality.

He raised one hand, and the air around him shimmered, bending to his will. Slowly, effortlessly, Morty manipulated the energy, shaping it into a sphere of raw power that floated above his palm. It was stable, controlled, and Morty could feel every particle of it, could direct it with the slightest thought. A year ago, the same power had nearly killed him. Now, it was his to command.

Morty opened his eyes and released the sphere, sending it hurtling into the distance. It struck a mountain miles away, and the resulting explosion lit up the sky, a shockwave tearing through the landscape with enough force to level the entire region. But Morty didn't flinch. He knew his limits now. He knew how far he could push, and he knew how to hold back. He had become something entirely new.

The training had been brutal, physically and mentally. There had been moments when Morty thought he wouldn't make it, when the sheer weight of what he was trying to control seemed too much to bear. But each time he fell, he got back up. He had learned to harness not just his own power, but the power of the multiverse itself—the energies that flowed through every dimension, every timeline. It wasn't just about brute strength anymore. Morty had discovered a level of control that put him in an entirely new league of power.

As the dust settled from the explosion in the distance, Morty lowered his hand and let out a long, slow breath. His body felt strong, his mind clear. He had come a long way from the boy who had stumbled into adventures with Rick, always afraid of what might happen next. Now, he was ready to face anything.

In the year that had passed, Morty had distanced himself from the rebellion, from Rick and Summer, not out of anger or resentment, but out of necessity. He needed the time to heal, to focus on his training without distractions. He knew that Vaxon was still out there, that Evil Morty was pulling the strings of a much larger plan. Morty had to be ready for whatever came next, and that meant pushing himself to a level he had never thought possible.

But now, after a year of solitude and training, Morty knew it was time to return. He had refined his powers, gained control over the chaos that had once threatened to destroy him, and now, he was ready to take the fight to Vaxon and the council. This time, he wasn't just going to survive—he was going to win.

With a thought, Morty opened a portal in front of him. The swirling green vortex appeared effortlessly, no longer the unstable rift it had once been. Morty could control the flow of energy between dimensions now, could open pathways to places that had once been inaccessible to him. He had mastered the art of dimensional travel, just as Rick had. But Morty wasn't Rick. He wasn't driven by reckless curiosity or the desire for chaos. Morty was driven by something deeper: the need to protect the people he cared about, the need to stop Vaxon before he could hurt anyone else.

Morty stepped through the portal, and in an instant, he was back at the rebellion's base. The familiar sights and sounds of the war room greeted him—the faint hum of machinery, the glow of the holographic maps on the walls. But something had changed. The base was busier now, more organized. Rick's influence was everywhere, the rebellion's technology more advanced, the strategies more complex. They had been preparing for war while Morty had been gone.

As he walked through the base, Morty noticed the way people looked at him—some with curiosity, others with a mix of awe and wariness. He had been gone for a year, and in that time, stories had spread about what had happened in the singularity, about his fight with Vaxon. Some people thought he was dead. Others believed he had abandoned the cause. But Morty hadn't abandoned anything. He had been preparing, refining himself for the battle that was to come.

As Morty made his way to the command center, he was greeted by familiar voices.

"Morty!" Summer's voice cut through the noise, her tone a mixture of shock and relief.

Morty turned to see Summer standing at the entrance to the war room, her eyes wide with disbelief. She looked older, more worn from the weight of leading the rebellion in his absence, but there was still that fierce fire in her eyes—the fire that had kept them all going through the darkest times.

"You're back?" Summer asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "Where the hell have you been? We thought you were—"

"I know," Morty said, his voice calm but firm. "I had to disappear for a while. I had to figure some things out."

Summer took a step forward, her eyes searching his face for answers. "You were gone for a year, Morty. A lot has changed."

"I know," Morty repeated, his voice steady. "And I've changed too. I had to… heal. But I'm ready now. I'm ready to fight."

Before Summer could respond, Rick appeared from the other side of the room, his face set in a deep scowl. "Well, look who decided to show up," Rick muttered, though there was a hint of relief in his voice. "You finally stop playing with your powers long enough to come back to the real world, Morty?"

Morty met Rick's gaze, unflinching. "I had to get stronger, Rick. We both know what's coming, and I couldn't face it the way I was before."

Rick grunted, but there was a glint of approval in his eyes. "You're not wrong. Things are about to get ugly, Morty. Vaxon's been making moves, and Evil Morty's got his fingers in every pie in the multiverse. We're gearing up for something big."

Morty nodded. "That's why I'm here. I'm ready to end this."

Rick gave him a long, hard look, as if assessing just how much Morty had changed. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, Morty. If you say you're ready, then we're gonna need all the help we can get. This isn't just about surviving anymore. We're taking the fight to them."

Summer crossed her arms, her expression softening as she looked at Morty. "We missed you, you know. We've been holding things together, but it hasn't been the same without you."

Morty smiled, a genuine warmth in his expression. "I missed you guys too. But now… now we finish what we started."

The three of them stood there for a moment, the weight of what was to come settling over them. The year of separation had changed them all, but the bond between them was stronger than ever. They were ready, and Morty knew that no matter what the council threw at them, they would face it together.

As they began to plan their next move, Morty felt a calmness settle over him. He wasn't the same person who had nearly died in that singularity. He had gained control over his powers, refined them into something formidable, something that put him in an entirely new league. He was ready to face Vaxon, to face Evil Morty, and to end the chaos that had been threatening to tear the multiverse apart. Morty wasn't just a participant in this war anymore—he was a key player, and he knew that whatever came next, he was ready for it.

In the days that followed, Morty quickly reacclimated to life in the rebellion. He trained with the other fighters, sparred with seasoned veterans, and refined the tactics that would put them on the offensive against Vaxon and the council. The base had grown in size and strength during his absence, and it was clear that Rick and Summer had been hard at work building a real army. Technology buzzed in every corner, advanced machines crafted by Rick's genius that would give them an edge against any multiversal threat.

Morty, though, was different now. The others noticed it too. His control over his abilities had reached a level no one had ever seen before, not even Rick. He could bend the laws of reality with the slightest flick of his fingers, manipulate time and space in ways that even Rick struggled to fully understand. Morty had taken a step into uncharted territory, and it was clear to everyone around him that he wasn't just the same old Morty anymore.

One day, as Morty stood in the training room, practicing his control over the energy he could draw from the multiverse, Rick entered, holding a datapad and wearing a serious expression.

"Morty, we've got a problem," Rick said, his voice unusually grim.

Morty lowered his hand, the glowing orb of energy he had been manipulating dissolving into the air. He turned to face Rick. "What's going on?"

Rick swiped on the datapad, pulling up a holographic map of the multiverse, which flickered to life in front of them. Several dimensions were highlighted in red, each one pulsating with strange, chaotic energy.

"We've been monitoring these anomalies for a while now," Rick explained, pointing to the highlighted regions. "These dimensions have started destabilizing. It's subtle for now, but the energy signatures match what we've seen from Vaxon's movements. Whatever he's doing, it's causing ripples across the multiverse. It's only a matter of time before those ripples turn into full-on dimensional collapses."

Morty frowned, stepping closer to the map. "What's Vaxon up to? Is he trying to tear the multiverse apart?"

Rick shook his head. "Not tear it apart—reshape it. The council's always been about control, about maintaining the balance of power across dimensions. But Vaxon's different. He's pushing for something bigger, something more dangerous. And Evil Morty's in the mix too, pulling strings in the background. It's hard to say what their endgame is, but whatever it is, we need to stop it."

Morty clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "Then we need to move faster. We need to take them down before they can do any more damage."

Rick nodded, but his expression remained serious. "I know, Morty. But this isn't going to be like the other battles we've fought. Vaxon's not just a thug with power—he's one of the most dangerous beings in the multiverse. He can tap into the same energy you've been using, and he's had a lot more practice."

Morty stared at the map, his mind racing. Vaxon's power was immense, but Morty had spent the last year training, honing his abilities, pushing himself to the very edge of what he could handle. And now, he had control. He was ready.

"I can handle him, Rick," Morty said, his voice firm. "I've been preparing for this."

Rick raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You've gotten stronger, Morty, but don't get cocky. Vaxon's not just about brute force—he's a manipulator. He'll use every trick in the book to mess with your head. And if he teams up with Evil Morty again… we're talking about a multiversal threat we've never seen before."

Morty took a deep breath, letting the weight of Rick's words settle. He knew the risks, knew what he was up against. But he also knew that he couldn't back down now. The multiverse was at stake, and he couldn't afford to hesitate.

"Then let's hit him before he has a chance to regroup," Morty said. "We take the fight to him. We don't give him time to make the next move."

Rick smirked, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Now you're thinking like a Sanchez."

They both turned back to the map, analyzing the data Rick had gathered. The anomalies were growing stronger by the day, spreading like a virus across multiple dimensions. Morty could feel the pull of those destabilized dimensions, like they were calling out to him, the energy within them chaotic and wild. He had learned to sense these shifts in the fabric of reality, and now, they were more pronounced than ever.

"These are our targets," Rick said, pointing to several key dimensions. "We need to stabilize them before they collapse. If we can disrupt Vaxon's influence, we'll slow down whatever he's planning."

Morty nodded, his mind already forming a strategy. "I'll go in. I can handle the energy there, stabilize the dimensions while you figure out where Vaxon's hiding."

Rick hesitated for a moment, then gave a reluctant nod. "Alright. But don't push yourself too hard, Morty. We're playing with the big boys now."

Morty smirked. "I'm ready for them."

The next few days were a blur of preparation. Morty, Rick, and Summer worked together to map out the dimensions that were showing signs of destabilization. Each one represented a different challenge—some were highly volatile, their reality warping in unpredictable ways, while others were more subtle, the shifts in energy so faint that even Morty had trouble sensing them.

Morty was focused, determined to put his new abilities to the test. He had spent the past year refining his powers, and now it was time to see just how far he had come.

Their first mission took them to a dimension on the brink of collapse. The sky was a swirling mass of colors, like an oil spill bleeding across the horizon. The ground shifted beneath their feet, reality bending and twisting in ways that made even Rick look uneasy.

"Alright, Morty," Rick said, glancing at the readings on his portal gun. "This dimension is unstable, but it hasn't fully collapsed yet. You need to tap into the energy here and stabilize it. I'll monitor from here and make sure we don't get swallowed by a black hole or something."

Morty nodded, closing his eyes and reaching out with his senses. The energy in this dimension was chaotic, wild, but Morty could feel it—could control it. He took a deep breath and began to channel the energy, pulling it into himself and then releasing it in a controlled flow. The ground beneath him shuddered, but Morty held firm, keeping the energy stable.

Slowly, the sky began to settle, the swirling colors calming as Morty guided the energy back into place. The cracks in the dimension began to heal, the air growing still as Morty brought balance to the chaotic forces at play.

After a few tense moments, the ground stopped shaking, and the sky cleared, revealing a peaceful, starry night. Morty opened his eyes and exhaled, a satisfied smile on his face.

"I did it," Morty said, turning to Rick.

Rick looked at his readings, then back at Morty, his expression impressed but guarded. "Yeah, you did. Nice work, Morty."

Summer, who had been standing nearby, gave him a thumbs-up. "That was awesome, Morty. You're really getting the hang of this."

Morty grinned, but he didn't let the praise go to his head. He knew this was just the beginning. They had a long road ahead of them, and Vaxon was still out there, plotting his next move. But for the first time in a long while, Morty felt ready. He had control over his powers, a plan, and the support of his family.

As they prepared to move to the next dimension, Morty felt a sense of calm settle over him. The storm was coming, but he was no longer the scared boy who had been overwhelmed by the chaos of the multiverse. He had become something more—something stronger. And he was ready to face whatever came next.

The battle wasn't over, but Morty was no longer fighting just to survive. Now, he was fighting to win.

And this time, he wasn't alone.

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