@multiplerickalities -- closed starter -- Spider-Morty
Morty sat on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city. He looked down at the people below him. Yellow fabric covered the lower half of his face. Sewn into a shitty mask. It wasn't much but it did the job. It hid who he was from the public. Not that anyone would know.
He hadn't had these powers for long and was still learning just what he could do. He could take a beating, he could make his own webs, and he was not only much stronger but a little bit taller now too. It was quite the change. One that was more than welcome for the boy.
As much as he wanted to run around and tell people. Morty knew better. Rick would probably try and undo it, claiming it was to save Morty form a future of pain. For the first time in Morty's life he had power. Power that he wanted to use for good.
A stench filled the air, one Morty knew all too well. Piss.
He turned his head and watched as a man blasted piss on the road using it to propel himself. Uhg, that freak.
A web shot out from his wrist and he swung down, landing on the ground in front of Pissmaster.
"I probably-" he started in his normal voice. He paused for a moment and cleared his throat.
"I probably should have thought of something clever to say before landing here," he said, this time in a lowered voice, "I'm new to this. Buuut I'm here to stop whatever it is you're doing. It's kinda gross buddy. Of all things, why fucking piss?"