#because EM spends forever thinking he was the bug in the code

[godmonium]

Been thinking about Evil Morty... here are my thoughts it's all jabber it has no reason i was just writing things down

To me, Evil Morty sees himself as on a higher plane to other Mortys because he was able to notice the pattern of abuse he was going through and actually do something about it. To him, other Mortys are inferior for many reasons. Because they aren't smart, they are boot lickers, they appeal as much as they can to their Rick's, they live their lifes with their tails between their legs, blissfully ignorant in a system that destined to doom them from the moment they were made.

Infact, I'd go as far as to say Evil Morty doesn't even care about Other Mortys enough to have an opinion on them outside of them being Pathetic. He doesn't think about them, and when he does, it's with a quiet sort of loathing that solidifies the fact in his head that they are all just tools, and he escaped the toolbox. It's probably how he so easily tossed aside his morality and tortured them. He's just using them for what they were made for.

However it's not as if he wants to be praised for this fact. He's a "narcissist", but he's one with very little care what others think about him. He is self assured that he's better than everyone, he's so confident he doesn't need anyone else to lift him up or calm his insecurities. For some reason I think this makes him oddly terrifying?

Also, Evil Morty is extremely goal oriented. He has a plan, he follows through, and when it fails he just makes another even better plan. He doesn't stew in his misery and disappointment that everything went to shit, he just moves onto the next best thing. He has things to do, places to be, and he refuses to let himself be slowed down by other people unless they help him reach that goal.

[subserviiient]

Snake, pls consider writing the following: Yusaku or Takeru/Anzu

Anything for you, Turt. Why did I do this it’s cursed and came out terrible i’m so sorry,

“You should rest.” She states casually, walking over to Yusaku as he typed away at something she couldn’t understand and didn’t want to ask about- she, obviously, didn’t know what he was doing in Vrains- he never told her about what his codes were for, she simply accepted it as a healthy interest. A distraction. Something he needed, although he went a little far with it sometimes. He needed something as a support beacon and she doubts she could play the role for him.

“You should too, Anzu.” He’s just as blunt as she is and it makes her shrug noncommitally. Whenever they had this interaction it was simply the pot calling the kettle black, so they never lingered long on the topic, merely batting each other with the facts they presented before stopping the conversation entirely. Yusaku slept better in the company of someone he trusted, but Anzu knew he’d still have night terrors regardless of the company, and Anzu couldn’t say her nightmares were as terrible as what he went through, but she avoided sleeping regardless.

“Are you hungry? I doubt either of us will be sleeping anytime soon, knowing us,” Yusaku lived off coffee and hot dogs, a mix that surely would make him sick at some point- it was better than not eating at all, but she couldn’t help but worry, shooting him a firm look as she continued. She wasn’t sure why she couldn’t just pull the girlfriend title out to take him on a date to McDonalds to insure he’d eat, but the idea of a date made things feel too real and she’s not sure what to do about that can of worms. “No hot dogs this time. I can’t cook em as well as the boss man anyways.”

Yusaku was about to comment something witty as per usual, answer resting on the tip of his tongue, but he blinked at the way she said boss man- it was a surprise as she wasn’t working at the hot dog truck constantly, with her producer work and her ‘sneak’ Vrains duels, that she didn’t know he knew about. She wasn’t too well known and duelled for fun, so there was no need to drag her into his mess, not that he looked into her too closely, despite what Ai would say. “Since when has Kusanagi-san been boss man?” He asks, looking over his shoulder as she goes to his kitchen- her lips pressed in a firm line at the lack of substance in his apartment. He didn’t even have ramen.

“I work part time there when I have the time, remember?” Finally, she found something of value and grins, pulling out the pasta and tomato paste, she’d work with what she had, she just had to make sure he wasn’t sick from eating too many hotdogs, she knew you could get sick from eating the same thing every day from experience. “You know, it’s a bit weird calling him boss man, but it’s the only thing I can think of that shows I respect him, and like, you know- I’m happy he’s willing to have me around.”

The self deprication didn’t pass him by and he wanted to make a comment on it, but he knew better than most that no matter how many people assured her of her worth, that she’d never see it herself, so he didn’t. “Extra workers are appreciated, but I don’t think he’d like the title.” It’s the most he could supply- telling her she was useful, because that’s all that she thought mattered. Part of him wondered if that’s why he had allowed her to get so close, because while she cared for him, she wanted to be used in order to feel complete and he really needed someone to keep attention off him.

And she needed the same. The trust came after, slowly as a result of them having to spend time together in order to convince everyone that they were together. They were friends, despite the titles and that’s perhaps why he wanted to keep her at a safe distance, despite the smug look the others would cast him when he brought her up, even if it was just to state that she would be too overloaded with work to work at the hot dog truck that day. It bugged him. He kept just enough distance from her to keep her out of trouble, and everyone acted as though they were star crossed lovers with a Bonnie and Clyde streak thrown in.

“Thrown for a loop?” it’s a quiet question, as she noted the lack of background noise. His typing was too fast to not hear, so not having it there meant he was thinking, but Yusaku shrugged, and began typing once more. He didn’t really share his thoughts with her often, so she didn’t expect him to speak once more.

“Not really. I’ve been thinking about-” His face scrunched up, unsure how to phrase it, before he continued, despite knowing how cliche it sounded and how aware he was of Ai and Roboppi listening in, they always were when Anzu came over, Ai hiding away in his room, while Roboppi lingered in the living room- Ai said that watching the two of them trying to get over their emotional constipation was more engaging than any drama, even if it was downright sad at times. He didn’t think she felt that way about him, not with her options being so open, and him being so boring in comparison. “Whatever we can call this. Us. I don’t really know what we are anymore and-”

“And you don’t want to progress further, right?” Her tone is gentle and she keeps her eyes firmly locked to the boiling pasta, for so long she’s been trying to ignore these bothersome feelings for Yusaku stemming up in her chest like a weed, and no amount of attempts to yank it out, soak it in weed killer or setting it on fire seemed to effect them. She liked him. She didn’t like that she did. “...Or is there something else?” internally she hoped he would say he didn’t love her, that he wanted to stay friends, in hopes that hearing her own thoughts coming from him will make them go away.

Instead he could barely choke out the words he tried too hard to say. “I don’t know. I...don’t know what I want.” Part of him wanted to get together with her, so they could be official, so they could work together- not to rid them of their trauma. They couldn’t get over their trauma, it’d be a part of them forever and he’s sure she’d be just as offended as him if someone suggested it, but- to make things more bareable, but he also wanted to distance her- keep her safe and away from him, while sheilding himself from his feelings.

Anzu took the wooden spoon from the pot, looking down at the pot and sighing, her voice quiet and expressionless as she states. “I don’t know what I want either, Yusaku.” And thus nothing was sorted that night either, like the many nights before, outside of his dinner and their sleep schedule, for once. The isolation would only make them feel worse, so they didn’t break up but they couldn’t become a real couple either, as neither of them wanted to acknowledge it, outwardly.