There Are Memories To Be Made

Dream Maker Morty •Official Memory Fabricator•

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Life of Destruction [CLOSED RP]

@theboymadehimdream

Donnie didn’t really care about being alone in the night, despite the crisp air of the area, he had been tasked with finding someone, a Morty who created dreams. He never knew why, but some people told him to just go to forget. Why was forgetting important for some people.

He’d tried before, he did therapy, he did drug binges, drinking, everything that could be named. The male looked slowly to the address then to the door. He soon looked knocking the door with a slow stare wondering if he would be answered. 

Was there a point. He was always destructive. Due to his bastard of a Rick. He murdered him, was there a point… 

[theboymadehimdream]

The nights was freezing, snow crunching under each step. Sounds of car alarms and cries of poverty stricken families only a few blocks away. However though the world was as cruel as it could be the dome sent those near it in a relaxed state. The bright white dome which glimmered like a spark of hope for those in need of the services inside. Each step closer sending waves of serenity and relaxation.

The entrance slid open with ease as the newest customer approached, a long hallway open for the rabbit. Sounds of the nearby ghetto seemed to be drowned out by the calming hum almost hypnotic, dragging it’s listener in closer.

[sleeepinglover]

via weheartit

[yourautumnlover]

via weheartit

[cuntflicts]

[doofus-kittyrick]

He doesn’t see him set up the mice but does catch the sound of them scattering through the room. This was a task he could do! Often enough his hunting skills came in had as he would track down and bring in any bugs or spy gadgets trying to get to Mort. “y yes! c can do.” he says smiling and offering the boy a soft purr before he switches mindsets, the predator inside him coming out as he goes to catching them

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel knew that he had to be careful about his next moves, his massaging suddenly turning into a hard paralyzing grab of the feline’s scruff before he pressed down a button behind the chair.

As quickly as Muriel had taken hold the chair sprouted iron cuffs and a shiny helmet with flickering lights. A tube came from the forehead of the helmet that connected to a submerging machine. All the while Muriel’s grip tight yet trying to calm the tabby into submission. He didn’t want to hurt the poor fellow

[theboymadehimdream]

@lekillermorty

The day was average. Another dream in the making another memory replaced. Same old cold dome and yet he could never be bored. Unlike, from what he’d heard and learned, most Mortys were either under labor intensive work, used as fodder for dog fights or rather “Morty” fights, or even unemployed in Morty town: the ultimate bottom of the barrel.

He was lucky to have such a well pampered life. Hell he hadn’t even seen blood in reality, only within dreams or memories of others. Muriel was perfectly happy making his own world, his own home, to live as free as a Morty ever could be in a world like this.

[lekillermorty]

He looked around the dome, making sure no one would see him get in. Once inside, he needed to find his target and get rid of him quickly. This was a difficult task, the target having the powers he did. The assassin went over his plan once again, and checked his weapons one last time. The citadel official who hired him had said that this Morty was too powerful, and couldn’t remain in operation. He sighed. He didn’t like killing other Morty’s. They were usually innocent, having angered a Rick in some way. But money was money, morality aside. He got in quickly, and began looking for his victim. He hoped that the Morty wouldn’t put up too much of a fight, he really despised making a mess. It was very dark in the dome, and it gave the experienced assassin a bad feeling. “Was this all a set up?” He wondered. He crept forward a bit, not making any noise. He didn’t want to alert the target to his presence. He got his silenced pistol ready and moved along the inner wall of the dome.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel calmly worked, unknown to the incoming danger. He just calmly worked on the scene infront of him. He spun his machine as he adjusted the style of the scene– settling for a more impressionist style then reality. It was a dream of a small boy, no older then 10, running through a field as he chased down his dog.

The tall grasses parted, Muriel watching with a smile from afar. He calmly hummed to himself, pressing a few buttons so suddenly play a calm jazz song which blended into the dream. With a nod of approval he countinued to adjust the dream, humming along as he twirled around his work. However with one final turn and giggle he came eye to eye with the intruder and within seconds his heart dropped.

[lekillermorty]

“Merde merde merde!” He thought. “He saw me, fuck, ok. Gotta speed this up.” He aimed his silenced pistol at the target as he walked closer. “Don’t freak out.” He told the other Morty. He got right up to the other and looked into his scared face. He lowered the gun a bit and stepped back. “Are you Muriel?” He asked. The Morty nodded and started shivering. “Citadel official c-921 has ordered your execution. I’m sorry about this.” He raised the gun again and was about to fire when something stopped him.

(“merde” means “shit” in French)

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel was very concerned once the gun was raised, his hands clenching into his machine.

“B-But… But why? I-I-I didn’t do anything!” The boy begged softly, his body shaken and filled with fear.

As soon as the gun was aimed he twirled his machine turning the room into a giant bush maze, planting a wall right between them and dashing away, his pathetic pants heard going off into the distance as the assassin was left standing lonesome at the beginning of the maze.

[lekillermorty]

The assassin groaned. “Putain! You just HAD to go and make this more difficult than it needed to be!” He shouted. He started advancing through the maze, unsure if there were traps or other dangers hidden around him. He tried to climb the walls, but realised they went all the way to the top of the dome. “Oh, fuck me…” He said, coming upon 3 different paths he could take. He sighed and fired off a shot in a random direction. Close by, he heard a weak yelp. “Found you…” He said, running to the Morty.

(putain means whore, bitch or asshole in french)

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel ran for his life, going through the maze which he knew well, all of it his creation. As he ran he tried to be quieter, breaths a little weak but covering his mouth as he cried to himself. God he was scared, he didn't want to die. He didn't do anything, he just did his job under council rules. It wasn't fair. It wasn't-

He yelled loudly, falling down as his left leg was blasted. He cried loudler, shakily getting his machine and turning it and adjusting more paths for him to crawl down. One path lead to a nice view and a tree for him to lean against. The blood trail made it obvious he'd went to this location, leaned next to the tree by the time the assain found his way in.

The boy held onto his bloody limb, crying softly and muttering to himself as he watched the pretty view. He had put on a nice tune only those who entered the area could hear, the tree branches growing to hold and comfort him– the only arms he could ever know.

"I didn't do anything.."

"I didn't DO anything.."

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!"

"I....I-I-I didn't do a-anything,,"

[theboymadehimdream]

@lekillermorty

The day was average. Another dream in the making another memory replaced. Same old cold dome and yet he could never be bored. Unlike, from what he’d heard and learned, most Mortys were either under labor intensive work, used as fodder for dog fights or rather “Morty” fights, or even unemployed in Morty town: the ultimate bottom of the barrel.

He was lucky to have such a well pampered life. Hell he hadn’t even seen blood in reality, only within dreams or memories of others. Muriel was perfectly happy making his own world, his own home, to live as free as a Morty ever could be in a world like this.

[lekillermorty]

He looked around the dome, making sure no one would see him get in. Once inside, he needed to find his target and get rid of him quickly. This was a difficult task, the target having the powers he did. The assassin went over his plan once again, and checked his weapons one last time. The citadel official who hired him had said that this Morty was too powerful, and couldn’t remain in operation. He sighed. He didn’t like killing other Morty’s. They were usually innocent, having angered a Rick in some way. But money was money, morality aside. He got in quickly, and began looking for his victim. He hoped that the Morty wouldn’t put up too much of a fight, he really despised making a mess. It was very dark in the dome, and it gave the experienced assassin a bad feeling. “Was this all a set up?” He wondered. He crept forward a bit, not making any noise. He didn’t want to alert the target to his presence. He got his silenced pistol ready and moved along the inner wall of the dome.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel calmly worked, unknown to the incoming danger. He just calmly worked on the scene infront of him. He spun his machine as he adjusted the style of the scene– settling for a more impressionist style then reality. It was a dream of a small boy, no older then 10, running through a field as he chased down his dog.

The tall grasses parted, Muriel watching with a smile from afar. He calmly hummed to himself, pressing a few buttons so suddenly play a calm jazz song which blended into the dream. With a nod of approval he countinued to adjust the dream, humming along as he twirled around his work. However with one final turn and giggle he came eye to eye with the intruder and within seconds his heart dropped.

[lekillermorty]

“Merde merde merde!” He thought. “He saw me, fuck, ok. Gotta speed this up.” He aimed his silenced pistol at the target as he walked closer. “Don’t freak out.” He told the other Morty. He got right up to the other and looked into his scared face. He lowered the gun a bit and stepped back. “Are you Muriel?” He asked. The Morty nodded and started shivering. “Citadel official c-921 has ordered your execution. I’m sorry about this.” He raised the gun again and was about to fire when something stopped him.

(“merde” means “shit” in French)

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel was very concerned once the gun was raised, his hands clenching into his machine.

"B-But... But why? I-I-I didn't do anything!" The boy begged softly, his body shaken and filled with fear.

As soon as the gun was aimed he twirled his machine turning the room into a giant bush maze, planting a wall right between them and dashing away, his pathetic pants heard going off into the distance as the assassin was left standing lonesome at the beginning of the maze.

[doofus-kittyrick]

He doesn’t see him set up the mice but does catch the sound of them scattering through the room. This was a task he could do! Often enough his hunting skills came in had as he would track down and bring in any bugs or spy gadgets trying to get to Mort. “y yes! c can do.” he says smiling and offering the boy a soft purr before he switches mindsets, the predator inside him coming out as he goes to catching them

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel watch for a moment, finding the kittens instant trust and speediness to obey interesting. However the boy snaps himself out of it, quickly setting up his machine and making sure everything is spurring and working just fine.

By the time Doofus had tires himself out in chasing the mice Muriel called him over, hearing the panting and knowing the cat would be unable to fight back if he wished in his tiredness.

“Doofus! Here come sit down! I got this nice comfy chair just for you!” He said sweetly, like an owner baiting on their dog. The chair was an old armchair from around… post-WW2 style to it. A red armchair with a little stool to rest your feet on and the cushions soft like clouds.

[doofus-kittyrick]

Laying down on his side, he looks up at him with his tongue out, panting lightly as the mice seem to just dart out of his claws at the last second. Tired of having to deal with them he nods slowly and comes over to him. Sniffing the chair he tries to curl up on it like a cat would, but finds his body to big to do that and begrudgingly he sits in it like a normal human, feet propping up on the stool.

[theboymadehimdream]

"Mmm it's a nice chair, yes~`?"

Muriel purred, coming up from behind him and massaging his shoulders, trying to get doof in an utter state of calmness for him to put on the memory helmet which hung from high above in the dark corners of the dome.

[a-lbino-morty]

Only just a dream

@theboymadehimdream

Blanche was quiet, it was nighttime in the Morty sanctuary as it had been manipulated that the area was dark, Ticia had made him a toy out of his old clothing but he still felt this was so fake holding the toy close to him as he was slowly falling into the world of dreams. 

His head was empty, the area just being a blank slate but there was glitchy pallets of glass and memories floating within the area, it was dark and depressing, who knew why. It was empty and silent, but…there was a child’s laughter, within the dark area.

A child here? why? Who would be here… Blanche just stood dully staring into the distance as he watched a forever repeating memory, he was young with a smiling woman then it would glitch and it’d show the woman hit by a car and him crying trying to get her up. 

Why was this here…who was she.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel had the dream engulf the dome room, watching the memory come to Blanche more vividly. He lead the Morty’s Rick closer to the female and experience her closer up. Unlike in fake forensic science shows enhancement was actually possible for all dream, just had to walk up to the person and with a few flicks of his machine make her features more natural and less fuzzy for them to see. It was how the brain rembered it anyways.

Muriel turned to the Rick who stood by him, watching the dream unfold from the eyes of their dreamer. “I suppose this is what you were concerned about?” He asked, pausing the dream for them and awaiting a response from the well dressed Rick.

@a-proper-rick

[a-proper-rick]

“Yes. I want these memorys gone. He belongs to me now and I want anything that challenges it gone.” Ricktor watched, frowning slightly. Blanche was his and yet his mind was as of yet unwilling to accept that it seemed.

The pompous Rick wanted nothing more then to wipe Blanches mind clean. This Morty was his now. He was willing to do anything to claim this beautiful precious boy for himself and he would work with anyone to complete this goal.

[a-lbino-morty]

Blanche’s dreams were fascinating, it seemed the boy was a lucid dreamer, meaning he slept extremely deep. Blanche just moving slowly past the memory as he walked into his version of a regular smith household, the place was dark, words splattered on the walls reading hateful messages apart from one room, his bedroom. It seemed to hold happy comments. The names of who wrote them all was glitched out as the boy seemed fearful within this area, the machine picking up on that childish fear.

The words starting to come off the walls of the house to attack the child who quickly took a fetal position covering his ears and eyes.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel watched the dreams with interest for one last time, watching terrors and horrors that fucked with this poor Morty’s brain. After he finished watching the words come off the wall he began to tinker quickly. The words were suddenly fearful, backing away from the boy as Ricktor came in shining like some of the brightest suns. Slice! Slam! Blam! Ricktor began to defend the young boy from such terrors. His savior, his light, protector till the end. Muriel even had a few or the words come in and give Ricktor a run for his money to show how willing he’d be to defend his Morty.

“Perfect~`!” Muriel simply chirped

[a-proper-rick]

Ricktor smiled. This was perfect. While he usually preferred to earn a Mortys respect through actions alone, Blanche was particularly stubborn and this seemed the best way to crack his shell. “He’ll never know we interfered correct?” That was the biggest issue. If Blanche figured out they’d done this there would be horrid repercussions.

[a-lbino-morty]

Blanche seemed to keep his eyes and ears covered in his dream as he opened one eye quietly at seeing Ricktor he seemed hesitant. “Don’t trust him” a voice spoke to him “he’s a liar” the voice spoke again as it seemed the boy’s subconscious was stronger then expected.

“Our Rick. He wasn’t a saviour” The voice muttered as Blanche held himself close sinking down in a ball

[theboymadehimdream]

The boy nodded with the Proper Rick, watching quietly to see the Morty's reaction to Ricktor.

"Yes yes he wouldn't be able to figure out unless he somehow found this place. Anyways I'm most well known for my ability to replicate reality. Best in my class."

But suddenly the rebellion brought a surprise. That usually did it for most Mortys, through insecurity there being a stable figure but this one seemed to have some elements of the One True Morty's teachings of independence in him. However that was an easy fix, quickly creating a swift transition from being in the room to a blink to a dark room.

This dark room was more like a endless void room, a single shining light on the one true morty himself, warm and welcoming to the Albino Morty. A tempting warmth promising independent, rickless life.

[awesome-brick]

thinkin bout

doin some content

[doofus-kittyrick]

He doesn’t see him set up the mice but does catch the sound of them scattering through the room. This was a task he could do! Often enough his hunting skills came in had as he would track down and bring in any bugs or spy gadgets trying to get to Mort. “y yes! c can do.” he says smiling and offering the boy a soft purr before he switches mindsets, the predator inside him coming out as he goes to catching them

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel watch for a moment, finding the kittens instant trust and speediness to obey interesting. However the boy snaps himself out of it, quickly setting up his machine and making sure everything is spurring and working just fine.

By the time Doofus had tires himself out in chasing the mice Muriel called him over, hearing the panting and knowing the cat would be unable to fight back if he wished in his tiredness.

"Doofus! Here come sit down! I got this nice comfy chair just for you!" He said sweetly, like an owner baiting on their dog. The chair was an old armchair from around... post-WW2 style to it. A red armchair with a little stool to rest your feet on and the cushions soft like clouds.

[a-lbino-morty]

Only just a dream

@theboymadehimdream

Blanche was quiet, it was nighttime in the Morty sanctuary as it had been manipulated that the area was dark, Ticia had made him a toy out of his old clothing but he still felt this was so fake holding the toy close to him as he was slowly falling into the world of dreams. 

His head was empty, the area just being a blank slate but there was glitchy pallets of glass and memories floating within the area, it was dark and depressing, who knew why. It was empty and silent, but…there was a child’s laughter, within the dark area.

A child here? why? Who would be here… Blanche just stood dully staring into the distance as he watched a forever repeating memory, he was young with a smiling woman then it would glitch and it’d show the woman hit by a car and him crying trying to get her up. 

Why was this here…who was she.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel had the dream engulf the dome room, watching the memory come to Blanche more vividly. He lead the Morty’s Rick closer to the female and experience her closer up. Unlike in fake forensic science shows enhancement was actually possible for all dream, just had to walk up to the person and with a few flicks of his machine make her features more natural and less fuzzy for them to see. It was how the brain rembered it anyways.

Muriel turned to the Rick who stood by him, watching the dream unfold from the eyes of their dreamer. “I suppose this is what you were concerned about?” He asked, pausing the dream for them and awaiting a response from the well dressed Rick.

@a-proper-rick

[a-proper-rick]

“Yes. I want these memorys gone. He belongs to me now and I want anything that challenges it gone.” Ricktor watched, frowning slightly. Blanche was his and yet his mind was as of yet unwilling to accept that it seemed.

The pompous Rick wanted nothing more then to wipe Blanches mind clean. This Morty was his now. He was willing to do anything to claim this beautiful precious boy for himself and he would work with anyone to complete this goal.

[a-lbino-morty]

Blanche’s dreams were fascinating, it seemed the boy was a lucid dreamer, meaning he slept extremely deep. Blanche just moving slowly past the memory as he walked into his version of a regular smith household, the place was dark, words splattered on the walls reading hateful messages apart from one room, his bedroom. It seemed to hold happy comments. The names of who wrote them all was glitched out as the boy seemed fearful within this area, the machine picking up on that childish fear.

The words starting to come off the walls of the house to attack the child who quickly took a fetal position covering his ears and eyes.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel watched the dreams with interest for one last time, watching terrors and horrors that fucked with this poor Morty's brain. After he finished watching the words come off the wall he began to tinker quickly. The words were suddenly fearful, backing away from the boy as Ricktor came in shining like some of the brightest suns. Slice! Slam! Blam! Ricktor began to defend the young boy from such terrors. His savior, his light, protector till the end. Muriel even had a few or the words come in and give Ricktor a run for his money to show how willing he'd be to defend his Morty.

"Perfect~`!" Muriel simply chirped

[abduction]

[love-personal]

[dopy]

[theboymadehimdream]

@lekillermorty

The day was average. Another dream in the making another memory replaced. Same old cold dome and yet he could never be bored. Unlike, from what he’d heard and learned, most Mortys were either under labor intensive work, used as fodder for dog fights or rather “Morty” fights, or even unemployed in Morty town: the ultimate bottom of the barrel.

He was lucky to have such a well pampered life. Hell he hadn’t even seen blood in reality, only within dreams or memories of others. Muriel was perfectly happy making his own world, his own home, to live as free as a Morty ever could be in a world like this.

[lekillermorty]

He looked around the dome, making sure no one would see him get in. Once inside, he needed to find his target and get rid of him quickly. This was a difficult task, the target having the powers he did. The assassin went over his plan once again, and checked his weapons one last time. The citadel official who hired him had said that this Morty was too powerful, and couldn’t remain in operation. He sighed. He didn’t like killing other Morty’s. They were usually innocent, having angered a Rick in some way. But money was money, morality aside. He got in quickly, and began looking for his victim. He hoped that the Morty wouldn’t put up too much of a fight, he really despised making a mess. It was very dark in the dome, and it gave the experienced assassin a bad feeling. “Was this all a set up?” He wondered. He crept forward a bit, not making any noise. He didn’t want to alert the target to his presence. He got his silenced pistol ready and moved along the inner wall of the dome.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel calmly worked, unknown to the incoming danger. He just calmly worked on the scene infront of him. He spun his machine as he adjusted the style of the scene– settling for a more impressionist style then reality. It was a dream of a small boy, no older then 10, running through a field as he chased down his dog.

The tall grasses parted, Muriel watching with a smile from afar. He calmly hummed to himself, pressing a few buttons so suddenly play a calm jazz song which blended into the dream. With a nod of approval he countinued to adjust the dream, humming along as he twirled around his work. However with one final turn and giggle he came eye to eye with the intruder and within seconds his heart dropped.

[theboymadehimdream]

@doofus-kittyrick

Dark.

The dome lights were off and a small bed with a small figure inside lays under the covers, a flickering hologram of a heater sat by his bed which, of course, was only for visual effect. The boy was curled up in fetal position, trying to keep warm under the blankets, barely thick enough to keep in any heat. He tossed and turned like every night, never had he slept a day of his life and no man alive knew why. He attempted to rest like normal people even when not tired yet… to no avail.

Light.

Suddenly the dome lights flickered alive, Muriel shooting up from his bed as he stared at the sliding door. In came a guard Rick with another Rick, more cat like, and held by the “scruff” of his neck.

Calmly he slid off the bed, the whole bed and heater vanishing swiftly after. Muriel watched as the guard dropped the man… feline… something or other on the ground and handed over a small contract. A simple request from the president himself to check over his cat, memories and to speak with him later about his discoveries.

Simple.

[doofus-kittyrick]

Doof holds his tail close to him as the gruffer of the two guards sets him down on the ground rudely. Clearly scared and clueless as to what was going on, he held the extra appendage like a blanket over his chest, chewing on the end of it like a nervous child.  

Seeing the Morty he seems to relax a little bit but not much. Still jolting at the sound of the door closing behind him as they’re left alone. “hhnhhh hhi..” he says softly ears back as he tries not to shake.

[theboymadehimdream]

Muriel waited for the two guards to leave them be, looking down to the cat and getting a small idea. He swung his machine around so it hang infront of his stomach and quickly made a few mice for the cat to chase. This should keep him occupied till he got his machine set up for a memory scan.

"H-Hey you mind getting those for me? They are always quite the pests in here." Muriel asked, tone of worry and looking to Doofus as if he was desperate.